Seize His Little Wife

Baird Lane narrowed his eyes and stared at her high breasts.

Christine White followed his gaze and looked down, her little face bursting into flames, “You … Where are you looking!”

“It’s not like I haven’t seen it before.” Baird Lane withdrew his eyes calmly.

Christine White’s little face turned even redder.

Baird Lane picked up the cool coffee on the table and took a sip, “Remember, no more chest thumping, especially in front of a man.”Upstodatee from Novel(D)ra/m/a.O(r)g

“… Uh-huh.” Christine White nodded her head in agreement.

Seeing how obedient she was, Baird Lane had a hint of satisfaction in his eyes, “One more thing.”

“Yes?” She looked at him.

Baird Lane put down his coffee, “The day after tomorrow is the day of The Lane Family’s Ancestor’s Festival, I promised to take you there last time, you do remember, don’t you?”

“Remember.” Christine White returned.

It was the day that certified her as a bona fide The Lane Family person, something she had always kept in the back of her mind and didn’t dare to forget.

“Now that you remember, the preparations that should be made can’t be understated, there are some rules that you should go back and ask Aunt Lucy tonight to teach you so you don’t make any mistakes during the ancestor’s service.” Baird Lane mentioned.

Christine White took it to heart seriously, “Okay, I got it anything else?”

“No more, you’re out.” Baird Lane waved.

Christine White stood still, her eyes fixed on her coffee cup in desire to speak.

Baird Lane saw her like this and narrowed his lower eyes, “Say what you have to say.”

“That …”

“Hmm?”

“Coffee would be better served sparingly.” She righted her fingers, her voice small.

Baird Lane leaned back in his chair, “Reason.”

“I’ve heard it’s bad for your stomach and …” Christine White bowed her head in embarrassment.

Baird Lane brought the coffee up again, “What else, straight up.”

“Spermicide!” Christine White burst out two quick words.

Baird Lane puffed out a mouthful of coffee right out of his mouth.

Seeing this, Christine White hurriedly drew out her own handkerchief and stepped forward to wipe the stains on his clothes, apologizing in her heart, “I’m sorry I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to …”

She apologized as she rubbed haphazardly on his chest.

Baird Lane himself was feeling a little angry about his outburst, and she kept groping him now, touching him and making him even hotter.

“Enough!” He stood up and took a step back, avoiding her hand.

Christine White thought he was blaming her and that was why he didn’t want her to rub it, and for a moment she stood there with a blank expression, not knowing what to do.

“All right, you’re out!” Baird Lane looked at his dirty clothes and shooed irritably.

“But …” Christine White was about to say something else.

Baird Lane closed his eyes and took a deep breath, his voice was much colder, “Get out!”

Christine White, not daring to linger, tightened her handkerchief and went out.

Hearing the office door slam back shut, Baird Lane rubbed his brow and called Gates in on the intercom.

“President Lane, what are you …” Gates looked at the wolfish man, his whole being surprised.

Without meaning to explain, Baird Lane ordered directly, “Go and get me a fresh set of clothes.”

“Okay.” Gates answered and immediately went to do so.

Soon he returned with a new set of clothes.

Baird Lane took it and went to the break room to replace it, when he came out after replacing it, his eyebrows shot up when he saw Gates standing in front of his desk pouring coffee, “What are you doing?”

“Pouring coffee.” Gates returned.

Baird Lane was coldly reminded again of Christine White’s remark that had caused him to lose his temper, and how two short words could be so lethal that he was suddenly a little unable to look something like coffee in the eye.

“Don’t pour it, and don’t even get me coffee in the future.” Baird Lane commanded with a dark look.

Gates wondered, “But President Lane, isn’t black coffee your favorite, why did you suddenly quit?”

“There’s no why, just do what you’re told!” Baird Lane said with some impatience.

Jiao Mu didn’t dare to ask any further questions and hurriedly agreed, “I see, then what about those coffee beans in the cabinet?”

“Suit yourself.” Baird Lane waved his hand.

Gates Mu’s eyes lit up and quickly settled down again, responding in a serious manner, “Don’t worry President Lane, I’ll take care of it so you’ll never see those coffee beans again.”

After saying that, he ran to the cabinet where the coffee maker was kept and bent down to take out a few cans of coffee beans inside and cradled them in his arms, “Then President Lane, I’ll be going out first.”

He’s been thinking about these coffee beans for a long time.

Nah, the boss was a stingy one and had never been willing to reward him with a cup, but now, well, they were all his.

In the future, he could slowly give himself a cup at his leisure, it was pleasant to think about.

Baird Lane then resettled in his chair after Gates left.

After sitting down, he picked up a fountain pen and prepared to continue to busy himself with his work, when suddenly his eyes sank as his afterglow caught a glimpse of the pile of clothes on the sofa across the room.

Christine White, that woman, suddenly said something like that caused him to lose his temper, not to mention, but also scrapped a set of clothes, so that he even quit coffee, and the coffee beans are all cheaper than Gates Wood.

She had cost him so much in a short period of time, why should she not have to pay any price at all?

With that in mind, Baird Lane dropped his pen and got up, walking over and grabbing the dirty clothes as he left the office and headed toward the next office.

The office door was closed, and he raised his hand and knocked casually twice.

The door opened and Christine White appeared rubbing her eyes at Baird Lane, “President Lane, what are you doing here?”

“You were sleeping?” Baird Lane narrowed his eyes.

Christine White hurriedly shook her head and waved her hands, “No, I just wore my glasses for a long time and my eyes got a little sore when I took them off.”

“Yeah.” Baird Lane stared carefully into her eyes for a moment to make sure she wasn’t lying before crossing to her side and walking in.

Christine White closed the door and followed him.

“Wash these for me.” He suddenly threw a lump over.

Christine White caught it with her hands and feet, only to realize it was his clothes.

“These …”

“You’re the one who got me dirty with that set!” Baird Lane spoke in a cool voice.

Christine White blushed, her expression revealing a bit of embarrassment, “I’m sorry President Lane, I really didn’t mean it at the time.”

It was while she was watching him drink his coffee that she suddenly remembered the post she had seen.

It said that men who drank coffee all year round, or plain black coffee, had lower fertility rates, and that caffeine was notoriously damaging to the stomach, so she couldn’t help but speak up.

I didn’t realize it would cause him to scrap a suit.

“I don’t care if you did it on purpose or not, just get this suit cleaned up, you hear me?” Baird Lane pointed at the dirty clothes in Christine White’s arms.

Christine White nodded repeatedly, “I hear you.”

She’s the one who made things happen, and she’s willing to be punished.

What’s more, even if it wasn’t, as long as it was his clothes, she’d willingly wash them.

“Very well, I’ll check tomorrow, and if it’s not cleaned up, you don’t want this month’s performance.” Baird Lane coldly hooked the corner of his mouth.

When Christine White heard that, it was a big deal, her expression immediately became serious, “President Lane, I’ll make sure to clean it up for you.”

“I’ll see what happens then.” With that statement, Baird Lane left from her office.

Clean?

How is that possible!

This wasn’t ordinary material, there was no way to handle it with the washing method of ordinary clothes, he wanted to see how she would clean it for him!

Baird Lane is gone and Christine White is the only one in the office facing a pile of dirty laundry.

She turned her clothes over, only the jacket shirt and pants and tie, all of which were more or less stained with black coffee, especially the white shirt, the puddle on her chest was impossible to look at.

“How do I wash this?” Christine White looked at the pile with a worried frown.