Passion Bed Sergeant Daychi
Near Seung and Zuan!
1 month has passed. unwittingly the rotation of time is so fast felt because it is always filled with super busy activities. Since getting out of the hospital. Whuang felt very uneasy because he always found Daychi coming home late and sometimes lack of rest.
It was not a matter of the woman he was worried about, but, that man did not care about his own health and continued to do work that still disturbed Whuang's mind.
Marry me! marry who? why didn't Daychi tell me anything?
The question ran through his brain and found no answer anywhere. Finally Whuang asks Seung to investigate this with Eva.
"Master!"
Seung's stiff call when he brought coffee to Zuan's chair which was taking care of the complete preparation of the Wedding in this luxurious Building.
"Is my sister still telling you?" his voice was still flat making Seung nervous to see around him that there was no one else because they were in the room.
"Emm. yes. Miss suspects that the sergeant is planning something." Putting the coffee next to the water glass on the table.
"Hm." muttered Zuan again focused on the papers before him.he was thinking about what Whuang liked but could be useful to the woman.
"Master!"
"Hm."
Zuan did not notice Seung who was clumsy because of the jewelry paper that fell under the table. But he did not dare to take it.
"What's wrong?" Zuan asked, feeling Seung's stiff gaze that always looks like this every time he meets him.
"A. that, the paper!"
Seung immediately crouched under the table making Zuan jerk back his chair.
"You..."
Brugh...
Seung's head hit the table because he was in a hurry to reach the paper was afraid if Zuan was angry with him. Zuan's always flat and calm gaze made Seung dare not linger.
"I.this.. Master!" sticking paper.
"Obati your forehead!"
Seung nodded and left, but he almost forgot that there was food that Nonanya had told him to bring.
"Master!" Seung turned back to make Zuan sigh.he wanted to focus here but Seung who was so innocent always bothered his time.
"What's wrong?"
"So, Miss is sending you food" Seung replied pointing to the side sofa where there are paper bags containing food boxes.
"Bring here!"
"Ready!!"
Seung eagerly picked up the object and took it to Zuan's desk who just quietly marginalized the papers first. He had to put Whuang first.
"Master! This is Miss's second cook, Miss secretly learned to cook."
"Cooking?" Zuan was a little jolted. Whuang could not cook even, the woman would not be able to tell which pots and basins.How could she cook?
"Miss initially set fire to the main kitchen. The sergeant was so angry that he punished the servants who worked, as a result Miss was not allowed to step on the kitchen anymore but still Miss did it." Seung told me as he pulled out the food box.
"Is he okay?"
"Yes. The master! you take it easy, Miss, it's okay now.."
Seung paused his sentence with a feeling Zuan was relieved to hear.
"If you had fainted!"
"What??" Zuan raised his voice to make Seung aghast spilling a glass of water near his arm into Zuan's pants.
"Sorry!!" pekik Seung saw Zuan's wet trousers on his thighs. Zuan broke back his chair seeing the papers also get wet.
"T..master, sorry! i. I'm not on purpose." asked Seung innocently crouching using his sleeves to wipe Zuan's thighs, staring flatly at Seung's face.
"Stop!" Zuan brushes Seung's hand, which immediately tears up. A feeling of fear haunted him if Zuan got angry and kicked him out, let alone to scold him like their Sergeant's brother.
"T.mister! you mad?"
"I'm..."
"Then I will also reply myself!"
"You..."
Zuan could not prevent Seung from spilling the rest of the water into his head making his appearance so apprehensive.
"You're nothing'an. ha?" furious Zuan turned his face because the clothes Seung wore were short-sleeved white shirts that were somewhat translucent exposed to water with knee-length skirts looking like teenagers.
"Is this enough? Mister isn't angry?"
"You're out!" firmly Zuan was reluctant to look at. he was a normal man certainly saw it rather bristling. Oddly Seung's innocence does not make him disgusted like looking at other women who intend to tease him.
"T. But you're not angry?" seung asked with a voice trembling from fear. He gripped the edge of his skirt holding it all.
"Replace your clothes and clean this up." Zuan stood up because he was already hot here.
"I'm not angry!"
"really?" seung asked involuntarily holding Zuan's arm which was immediately silent. During these 1 month Seung helped him prepare everything even though it only seemed annoying but Zuan did not want to hurt women this stupid.
"Hm." he muttered and then walked away leaving Seung who cursed himself why he could be so careless.
"Fraudulent! sloppy, sloppy base." Seung patted her cheeks upset.he felt bad for Zuan who would definitely be annoyed at him.
"What if Mr. Zuan doesn't want to see me anymore? what if Mr. Zuan doesn't let me make coffee for him. What if.."
"When are you there?"
"Gee!"
Seung is surprised by the heavy sound of Zuan's bass re-entering because he wants to take his phone on the table. Seung gets nervous about Zuan scolding him.
"T..mr!"
Zuan approached Seung who was standing stiffly clutching the two fringes of his skirt. Zuan's sharp gaze made his accomplices cold as if his heart was about to escape in there.
"T..Master!" lirih Seung paled as Zuan drew closer making him retreat towards the table. It is certain that one more step Zuan approaches then Seung will faint in his place.
"Hour!my heart!"
Inner Seung instantly closed his eyes as Zuan was already in front of him.Zuan's forehead wrinkled at Seung's reaction which was like holding something back.
"Will you kiss me? is he gonna.."
"Revelation!"
Zuan pushes Seung's shoulder away from the table, leaving Seung stunned to open his eyes. So then...
"Clean fast!" Zuan took his phone and then stepped away past Seung who directly bent his face.
"Why are your thoughts so dirty. disgusting." Seung muttered immediately rushed to clean this room. He did so very quickly with his mind glaring at Zuan's face.
........
"Thank!!"
Whuang's shrill voice breastfeeding Baby Ryu on the front sofa of the television lit up, showing her favorite Drama broadcast. Her waist hurt sitting here for a long time especially Daychi just came home from nowhere.
"Thank!!!"
"Haah? why?"
Daychi half ran into the lounge room staring at the top of Whuang's head leaning against the sofa. Daychi stepped closer looking dazzling with his casual t-shirt clothes.
"What?"
"Where have you been?" whuang asked, staring at Daychi who was standing behind the back of the sofa. Baby Ryu seems possessive of mastering two valuable assets of his wife who is getting sexy.
"Cook! you want to eat potato sticks, right?" tanya Daychi cupped the two soft cheeks of Whuang who was full of charm.
"Emm.. yes, is it?"
"Not yet! it's only been a few minutes.you think I'm a robot?!" ketus Daychi narrowed his eyes but Whuang only grinned pulling Daychi's sturdy neck anchoring a kiss on the man's lips.
"Spirit!"
"It's up to you" Daychi rubbed Whuang's head, who preferred her husband to watch TV all day.
"ichi! where have you been?"
"Get out!" answer Daychi jumped up sitting next to Whuang making the bead stare of Baby Ryu's ashes sharpen but Daychi was stupid.
"What's? you're a little perp." Daychi squeezed the tiny nose of Baby Ryu who looked irritatedly wriggling distractedly. However, Daychi still bothered him every day.
"Drink a lot, then get big fast and find your own wife, not my wife you take." daychi's wrath full of pressure on her puffed cheeks made Whuang smile by stroking Daychi's cool head into a bully.
"Darling!"
"Hm? what's up?" tanya Whuang tidied up Daychi's hair that seemed to think for a moment.
"You want to go out tomorrow?"
"For?" Whuang did not understand.
"You or not, you're not allowed to ask again, ma'am!" jengah Daychi made Whuang think about what he meant?!
"You! but, you have to agree to something!"
"What?" tanya Daychi stretched out her hand massaging Whuang's grinning waist.
"Take off your 3 bans!"
"NO!" press Daychi firmly.
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