Chapter 290 - Do You Think You Are Zhou You Wang? (1/2)

Huo Jinyao did not see Xiang Caiping. He glanced at the bedroom and heard the faint sound of running water.

Sensing that the coast was clear, he went forward and put his arms around Su Qingsang’s waist. She was organizing the things that she had bought while out with Xiang Caiping.

“Dear, are these the clothes you two bought this evening?”

“That’s right,” Su Qingsang took a quick look at the shopping bags beside her. “Do you think that we bought too much?”

The purchases had been a little excessive, but the excessiveness was unintentional. Bumping into Su Peizhen had made her wary of Xiang Caiping possibly pondering Su Peizhen’s identity. As a result, she had led Xiang Caiping on a shopping spree to divert her attention from Su Peizhen.

Huo Jinyao lifted his hand to squeeze Su Qingsang’s cheeks affectionately. “On the contrary, you hardly bought enough. Dear, you can buy out the whole department store next time. If there isn’t enough space here to store your purchases, then we’ll put them in our villa.”

“You don’t have to exaggerate so much.” She hadn’t expected to buy so much that day and she was worried about fitting everything into her small walk-in closet. Perhaps some of the clothes would really need to be moved to the villa.

“It’s not an exaggeration, my dear. You can never spend too much.” An idea struck Huo Jinyao. “Dear, I can buy an entire department store as a gift for you. You can then purchase anything in it whenever you want.”

“Huo Jinyao, who are you, Zhou You Wang, now?” Buying an entire department store? He’s really crazy, isn’t he?

“Not at all.” Huo Jinyao sat Su Qingsang down on his lap as he spoke, leaning to kiss her face.

“My wife’s beauty beats Baosi’s by a mile.”

Su Qingsang had to keep herself from rolling her eyes. This fellow just can’t resist being glib.

“Quit fooling around.” Aunt Xiang is still around. Su Qingsang wanted to get off her husband’s lap.

“I’m not fooling around. I’m telling you the truth.” Huo Jinyao was not satiated with just a kiss on his wife’s face. He went on to kiss her on her lips.

As he leaned over to kiss her, Su Qingsang speedily put her finger to his lips.

“Are you drunk?” She had caught a whiff of alcohol on him just now and the smell was intensifying.

“I only drank a little. Don’t worry, dear, I am not drunk.” As Huo Jinyao spoke, his hands started to wander all over Su Qingsang suggestively.