Ceo Somplak Fall in Love
CSJC: Chapter 85

Jasmine sat in the garden chair because she refused to continue sitting in a wheelchair that she felt uncomfortable, since they arrived at the park, Jasmine just kept quiet and did not want to talk. She was still upset with her husband who made her heart gymnastics.

He had just recovered and Gibran promised never to hurt him again. But not yet the day of changing Gibran has forgotten his promise.

Just look, Gibran did not feel guilty at all, he instead comfortably lay on the lap of the wife.

"Don't pout, honey. If you pout so funny beat the marmots." Gibran buried his face in Jasmine's stomach.

Jasmine glared in dislike as she equated herself with ants. Jasmine beat her husband's body while grumbling indistinctly.

"Again, honey!" Gibran wriggled stopping the blow from Jasmine's hand.

"You're naughty." Jasmine rubbed her husband's hair affectionately, her sense of regret evaporating after finding the nosy attitude of her husband who secretly missed her so much.

"So bad, but you love me, right?" Gibran hugged Jasmine's waist tightly, he felt a warmth that he had not felt for a long time during Jasmine's illness and hospitalization.

"Who said?" Jasmine evasive.

"Say what?" ask Gibran to lure Jasmine.

"Don't plagiarize Dilan." Jasmine could guess the contents of her husband's brain.

"I'm afraid already" said Gibran, sighing with annoyance.

"Kok you know that there were many women who were fascinated by the good looks of your full husband?" Gibran was curious, didn't Jasmine say that she couldn't see clearly?

"From her clothes, men are just as women are dressed differently" Jasmine replied truthfully.

"What the hell, Yang?"

"You are awe." Jasmine stroked her husband's face, it was a pity that she could not see clearly, if as she was not blind, perhaps she would smile with satisfaction looking at the handsome face of her husband that had been recorded clearly in her memory.

"Yes, honey." Gibran touches his wife's twin hills.

"Get bigger, yeah, hahaha." Gibran laughed in a funny voice as his nose pressed down on Jasmine with the thumb and index finger of his right hand.

"Eat it let's go home to make another child!" Gibran smiled in fear as Jasmine looked at him with a sharp gaze.

"Haha, I'm just kidding, honey." Gibran sat down and hugged his wife tightly, pinned Jasmine's head to his chest and let her slowly crush Jasmine's head.

"Chealing soon, yes! I'm lonely without you." Gibran sounded like he was flirting when it was really from his heart.

"Yes." Yeah." Jasmine inhaled deeply the scent of her husband's body which made her opiate.

"Do you want to have a girl or a boy?" asked Gibran while rubbing Jasmine's back.

"Both," Jasmine replied with bright sparkling eyes.

"How many children do you have?" Gibran asked again.

"Three, I want three. But, if it's allowed to be with you." Jasmine let go of her embrace then looked at her husband fixedly.

Black and white will never change again.

"A thousand I love, it's good to make it." Gibran shed his tears slowly, he stroked Jasmine's cheek and kissed her forehead for a long time.

"I made you, you gave birth." Jasmine looked up and kissed her husband's soft lips, over time not just an ordinary kiss, but a longing smile.

"I want to" whispered Jasmine after their kiss came off.

"Must heal first!" They kissed again, not caring about the envious gaze of others.

"I want to, Yaaaang!" Jasmine squeezes her husband's heirloom until Gibran bites her lower lip to hold her navel from rising.

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