Ceo Somplak Fall in Love
CSJC: Chapter 93
Standing face to face makes Gibran can freely smell the aroma of cherry shampoo from the hair of his wife who is now busy putting a tie on the neck—ralat.
"You don't have to be tired at home, eat healthy, drink a lot. If you miss me you can send a message or a phone call, okay!" Gibran wrapped his hands around Jasmine's waist.
"Mas, you're not tired of what happened last night so many times and now it looks like you want it again." Jasmine looked at her husband's annoyance.
"What am I, baby?" Gibran smiled handsomely, so handsome so.
"Bab beb bab beb, are you married to a chicken?" Jasmine had finished putting on her husband's tie.
"Chicken cocks?" Gibran felt his neck choked as Jasmine pulled the tie knot to the point of strangling his neck.
"Fried chicken tasty at nyam nyam nyam nyam .. nyam nyam nyam nyam nyam." Gibran took a deep breath because his wife was possessed by a demon.
"You haven't answered my question, Beb." Gibran wants to get the entire stomach out right now because he feels amused by his own calling.
"Not like being called my baby, Mom. What kind of duck do you think I am?" Wanting to break away from her husband's embrace but unable to.
"No, Yang." Gibran stole a brief kiss on his wife's lips.
"You're a habit." Jasmine pursed her lips.
"Darling, I'm not going to the office." Gibran pulled his wife's body so that it stuck to him.
"Basar men are indeed bua .. buanyak hehe behavior." Jasmine tiptoed to give a kiss on the cheek.
"You want to tell me it's a crocodile?" Gibran loosened his tie, and accidentally removed the buttons of the top shirt so that it displays the impression of badgirl .. oh wrong, huh? Badboys.
"Yes-"
"What's? You want your own husband a crocodile, and you keep the hole, right?" Gibran felt amused and strange.
Basic jerky, duwe bojo kok ra know ngepenakke, seneng muring omongane sengak. Kudu tak .. tandur pari jebul tukule .. tukul arowana. (Crazy, have a husband who never makes it comfortable, likes to be angry talk snapped. Must I ... plant the morning but the growth of the Arowana hammer)
☘Javanese people must understand ye. ☘
"No, I mean it. I want to eat crocodile bread." Jasmine put on a sweet smile, a death smile, a dying smile, until the smile held BAB.
"You want to marry again?" Gibran's eyes are coming out of his eyelids.
"Married, counted cats mating times ah." Jasmine grimaced as Gibran suddenly bit her neck leaving a scar of red color there.
"You're making me the pink sun (pingsun/fainting)" Jasmine closed her eyes.
"Married first love if you want to marry, do not marry first just married. D-O-S-A read what?"
"Dod." Jasmine pinched Gibran's stomach strongly as her husband was now back in disarray.
"Cock being a dodol? I was just saying."
"Wes to you let's be quiet, dress your clothes! I don't want to be told to help you tidy up your clothes again." Jasmine walked around picking up Gibran's clothes strewn across the floor of their room.
"You're alay, kites hanging out on the side of the road." Gibran jogged, it's been a long time he's not crazy, sometimes crazy so that the audience is not as sweet as it is not a problem, right?
"Not football for long." Jasmine throws something until it lands perfectly on Gibran's face.
Jasmine instantly covered her mouth which had been gaping looking at which something she threw until it got stuck in Gibran's head and hung spoiled on her husband's face was ....
"Dear in-"
"BRA me, Maaaaaas."
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