
Arzen stopped, holding back his turbulent desires. He does not want to tarnish Aizhe again before they hold a wedding. Now Arzen contacts Davis, telling Davis to arrange his business with Erina Agency, because today he wants to be next to Aizhe.
"Good, sir." Davis understood that his boss was happy. Sure enough, so happy, Arzen always stuck near Aizhe. Where Aizhe goes, Arzen is. Until Aizhe wants to pee too, Arzen wants to enter wc.
"Don't, I'll pee, don't go in," forbid Aizhe from pushing Arzen's chest.
"Why should you ban me? We've been like that, which means your whole body has been seen," said Arzen shamelessly as he hugged Aizhe's hip.
Aizhe looked down to hear it.
"Stay, no, no" beg Aizhe. Seeing Aizhe's pleading face, Arzen complied. "All right, you just go in." Arzen is actually worried, who knows Aizhe fell in there.
"Hm, thank you." Aizhe was a little relieved, because her words wanted to be heard, unlike before, Arzen did not want to hear a single bit.
But still, Arzen opened the door and peeked at Aizhe sitting there, looking at the seductive smooth and white thighs. "Hey, don't look!" aizhe's reprimand sensed Arzen's presence.
Arzen immediately stopped and said, "I don't peek, '" he said a little surprised because Aizhe is very sensitive and knows his behavior. In the past, Aizhe had a hard time feeling himself. Aizhe laughed a little, hearing Arzen's flustered and confused tone. Of course, during this time, he often learned to hone his hearing and smell to be sharper.
After peeing, Aizhe came out. "Where are you going?" asked Arzen beside him. "You want to cook, the kids will be home soon from school" Aizhe replied.
"Hm, how do you know the time?" arzen asked because Aizhe without looking at the clock could tell when to cook.
"I wear feelings." Aizhe pointed at his heart. Arzen was stunned then smiled. "Then, I helped cook," she said, pulling Aizhe into the kitchen.
"No, I can do it myself. After all, you are Mr. President," Aizhe refused. Arzen pouted and immediately grabbed his female body from behind. "A President is not only good at doing business, but also a cook in the kitchen, my dear." Godanya and kissed Aizhe's flushed cheeks.
"Now you're sitting here, let me cook, you'll just see me" said Arzen, sitting Aizhe on a chair.
"Hm, but I can't see" complained Aizhe. Arzen is conscious, often forgotten. 'Nih mouth likes to talk without braking first!' inner Arzen patted his mouth.
"I'll help you" please Aizhe can't keep quiet. Arzen breathed, forced to recede. "Hm, come here and we cook together." Aizhe nodded and was happy to be obeyed again.
Not only obeyed, Arzen cooked while hugging Aizhe. The president who really loves his women and does not care about the lack of blind Aizhe.
"Try this, does it feel like there's anything lacking?" ask Arzen and have Aizhe taste his roasted chicken seasoning. Aizhe opened her mouth and accepted Arzen's bribe. He thought it was a spoon, it turns out that Arzen deliberately gave his finger so that Aizhe directly devoured it.
"Hm, why is your face red? You sick?" Arzen asked, seeing Aizhe turn away.
"Why use fingers? There's a spoon, "the protest is shame.
"Hm, why? My fingers are clean, there are no germs, I lick myself." Aizhe was even more embarrassed to think that the two of them had kissed indirectly.
"Basic bawdy!" aizhe jolt goes to the sink, washes dirty dishes. Arzen scrunched his forehead, and was confused to Aizhe who was suddenly strange. "Ehh, even though I just licked a finger, why is he angry?"
"Hey, what were you thinking just now?" colek Arzen to Aizhe's arm.
"Don't bother," said Aizhe.
"Why angry?" Arzen was confused.
"You sit there!" Show Aizhe origin.
"sitting down? On top of the fridge?" reply Arzen show.
"Not, but in the chair!" aizhe said snorting.
"But it's not a chair" said a puzzled Arzen.
"But it's a stove" Arzen said.
"Well, just sit in a chair!" peekkik Aizhe's.
"Okay, don't be mad, I've sat down." Arzen immediately sat well on the chair. Aizhe also gave one thumb, then he continued washing dishes by relying on his feelings and happy to be able to order Arzen.
"You want me to help you, don't you?" sahut Arzen was suddenly nearby.
"Akh, why are you here? I said sit there." Shocked Aizhe screamed a little. So focused, that Arzen unconsciously moved.
"Here I sit down" said Arzen patting his chair and apparently sitting near Aizhe.
"Please, you're all the way there, sir," Aizhe kicked out uncomfortable. Arzen stood up, took out a dirty plate, and rinsed it off.
"You told me to stay away, but I don't want to be away from you anymore" she said, leaving Aizhe stunned.
"But I'm home, not outside" said Aizhe a little nervously.
"When we're home and we're only 1 inch away, I still don't want to be away from you" Arzen said seriously.
"Even if you're in front of me, I'm still worried" he continued standing behind Aizhe, taking his hands and rinsing the dishes together. Don't want the girl's fingers scratched. "Thank you, sir." Aizhe lowered her head, feeling a strange feeling. Between wanting to be happy because someone worried about him and sad because they could not see how Arzen's face. The man was completely different from before.
"Hm, Mister? Why does the call continue?" ask Arzen a little.
"Hm, what do you want to call?" asked Aizhe nervously.
"Call dear dong" whispered Arzen.
"Or call my Ayzen," he continued teasing.
"Know that?" tanya Arzen waited.
"Cok just nod? Which call?" great-grandson Arzen. Aizhe took a breath, "Alright .." he said so small that he could not be heard at all.
"Huh? Already been? How come there's no?" ask Arzen.
"Come back," pinta Arzen.
"Well, Ayz.ku." Lirih Aizhe's.
"Huh? Ay...what??" Arzen pretended not to hear anything. Aizhe squeezed the tip of her apron and screeched, "Yes, baby, my Ayzen!" At once Arzen smiled widely and ngbluss. Unknowingly, the behavior of the two was seen by Axel, Chloe, Nath, Zee, Arzqa and Ara who had just returned home. They immediately hide behind a wall and pull Ara away before seeing her mother being kissed by Arzen the pervert.
"Hey, did you hear that just now? Mommy call that Om, baby! And Om it's already—" Zee pointed anxiously, and was afraid his mother moved to love others.
"Good dong! Mommy got it!" the words Axel and Arzqa appeased Zee.
"Hm, what's the bicalla again?" tanya Ara was confused and innocent.
"Ara, Om it's gonna be our Papa!" answer them.
"Yes, he's our Papa, indeed,"
"What's? Our papa? Seriously, deck?"
"Seliyus, hihihi." Ara laughed looking at the shocked expressions of the five of them. Fortunately, the heart is safe and healthy.