Rich Men Want Shy Girls

Rich Men Want Shy Girls
42. Rich Man



Mike walked towards the dining table in annoyance, he sat in the dining chair with a crumpled face that he could not control when he saw Joe. He was annoyed with that annoying face because since then he kept smiling when he saw Lucy. She doesn't like Lucy very much.


“What's wrong with you Mike?”


“Shut You!”


What's wrong with him, why does he look so upset? The inner cry of Joe.


“Stop looking at me like that.”


“OK alright.”


Joe relented, he stopped staring at Mike intensely. Not long ago Miki and Lucy came with an omelette rice made by Miki.


“Please on eat his omelet rice,”


Lucy placed a plate containing omelette rice in front of Joe. While Miki put her innate omelet rice in front of Mike.


“Thank you dear,”


Mike pursed his lips while looking at Miki flirtatiously without making a sound. Miki's face blushed instantly when she saw Mike's lip movements.


I hope I can get through this dinner in peace, lest this man make me lose control. Inner Miki.


“Sit here.”


Mike showed me the chair next to him and all eyes were on Mike.


“No I sit next to sister Lucy only.”


“I said sit here.” Mike's orders.


“Miki you just sit next to Mike, don't make this dinner atmosphere crumble.” Said Joe.


“But,”


“Sit here.”


Mike closed his eyes to look at Miki. Aware of the man's anger, Miki walked up to the chair beside Mike. He sat down slowly without making a sound and ate his omelet rice in silence.


Come quickly spend it, otherwise this guy will always bother you. Inner Miki.


One mouthful, two mouthfuls, and three mouthfuls of omelette rice entered Miki's mouth. When the fourth bribe suddenly Mike's hand squeezed Miki's thigh gently.


“Uhuk...Uhuk.” Miki coughing. He was shocked Mike squeezed his thigh.


“Miki are you okay?” Lucy quickly gives Miki some drinking water.


“I'm fine Brother,”


Miki blocked the leftover food stuck to the corner of her lips, and then she drank the water Lucy gave her.


“Pelan-pelan eatya.”


“Good sister.”


Miki lowered her head, she saw Mike's hand that continued to be above her thigh.


What's he doing now? get your hands off me, pervert. Inner Miki.


Miki brushed off Mike's hand from his thigh, and he also stomped on Mike's foot under the dining table Strongly.


“Aw..” voice pain Mike.


One same. Inner Miki.


You want to play with me, okay I'll follow your game. Inner Mike.


Their eyes met staring at each other intently, as if they were talking to each other without making a sound.


“Miki please get me the chili sauce,” pinta Mike.


You can take it yourself, you have two hands. Inner Miki.


Miki was forced to stand up to get the sauce that was a little away from him. Plaque.Mike slapped Miki's ass.


“What sound is it?” Excited Lucy.


The shocked Miki could only bite her lips in annoyance while holding back the embarrassment. Miki sat back down to her seat holding the chili sauce in her hand.


“Sini let me help pour the sauce on your plate.”


Miki opened the bottle of chili sauce, and then she pressed the bottle of sauce on Mike. Srett.Saus champal hit the side of Mike's face.


“Sorry Mike, really I did not accidentally.”


With a smile Miki pretended to panic and approached towards Mike, he stood up to petrify Mike cleaning the chili sauce on his face. Using a dirty tablecloth Miki wiped it on Mike's face.


“What did you use that for?”


“Ah..forgive me. Really I accidentally used this table cloth to clean your face.”


“Keep that thing away from me!”


Mike immediately turned his body while stepping his feet towards his room. He knew that Miki did it on purpose.


Three one, I won. It was the result of a perverted act you did to me. Inner Miki.


Miki sat back in her seat smiling triumphantly. Seeing Mike's annoyed face made Miki unable to stop smiling.


“Miki here!” mike shouted up the stairs.


“What's with him?”


Lucy was shocked and immediately stood up when she heard Mike's voice echoing.


“Miki fast you see what happened to him.”


Joe stood up from his seat. She asks Miki to see her brother Mike's situation.


“But,”


Miki looked at Lucy for help.


“Have you gone see him, you must take responsibility.” Pinta Lucy's.


Miki walked up to Mike on the stairs. While near the man, Miki saw that Mike's eyes were closed and on his eyelids was hit by chili sauce attached to his face.


“Are you okay?”


Miki panicked to see Mike could not open his eyes. With both hands shaking Miki tried to touch Mike's hand, but she stopped him.


“This is all your fault!”


With his eyes closed Mike searched for Miki's body. He planned to make Miki a directional guide as well as a holding place as long as he could not see.


“I'm sorry,” said Miki.


“You must take responsibility, you must take care of me until I can look back.”


“All right what should I do?”


Smiling victory Mike said. “First of all you under me go back to my room to clean my face.”


“Alright, let me take you to your room.”


Miki grabbed one of Mike's hands. He held Mike's hand very carefully, but Mike would not waste his chance to take advantage of his right to his wife.


“Ah...what are you doing?”


Mike hugged Miki's small waist tightly. “As a handle so as not to fall.”


Miki snorted in annoyance, she couldn't resist because what Mike was doing now was rightly done.


Refraining from leading Mike to his room, Mike asks Miki to take him to the bathroom to clean his face.


“For a little more I can't clean your face like this.”


Mike smiled as he followed Miki's directions to her. He really enjoyed the voice of his wife, Mike could feel if the current wife was very upset with him.


“Can you duck a little, I can't reach your face because you're too high.”


“Em...good.”


Mike lowered his face a little lower, then Miki grabbed a wet towel to gently rub on Mike's face. Slowly Miki cleaned Mike's face carefully so as not to hurt his handsome face.


Dag..dig. Miki's heartbeat. He stopped his hand to clean Mike's face. He looked at Mike's handsome face without blinking a single bit.


“Darling, am I so charming that you don't stop looking at me?”


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