Love Starts After We Break Up

A tingling came from the shoulder, stirring up the slightest shiver.

Violet ducked in a hurry and pushed his big head.

"Who said I was angry?"

This man, knowing that her sensitive place in the shoulder, as much as possible to make bad.

There was a clear hint of restraint in the woman's voice.

Louis pulled her body over and wrapped it into his arms.

"Really not angry? Not angry enough to leave me last night?"

This is said with a slyness.

Violet was speechless and saw Louis coming to kiss her again, so she hastily avoided it.

"Okay, it's early in the morning, stop it."

Louis tilted his head in a slight pause, looked at Violet's pretty face, and pulled her over to the couch.

On the floor, there was a keyboard and a durian.

"Tell me, wife, which one do you want me to kneel?"

Violet: "......"

This man, how could he think of that!

"Where did you get this durian? You brought it up early in the morning, aren't you afraid of being laughed at?"

Violet simply cried and laughed.

"Honey, the durian was taken from the kitchen, they knew I had upset my wife, so they picked a big durian especially for me."

The wife finally smiled.

It's not easy!

"Poor again."

Violet punched him lightly on the chest and pouted.

The only bit of depression left in the heart was also dispersed.

Louis' eyebrows were deep, and he reached out to gently stroke through her hair and said softly, "Honey, I was wrong, I promise, nothing like this will happen again."

It is his lack of consideration, and he will resolutely stay a meter away from women other than his wife.

"Okay, get out of here, I need to get changed."

Violet nudged him, not wanting to continue the conversation.

Louis looked at her puffy shoulders half exposed, charming appearance, eyes slightly deep.

"Honey, let me help you."

"No, don't you fool around."

"Honey, I'm not fooling around, I really want to help you."

"Louis, where are your hands going?"

"Sorry, my hand shook and I touched the wrong one."

"I

Louis wiped a few of his wife's oil, and only then was he satisfied to dress her.

Violet's red lips were slightly swollen, with a spring in her brow, looking at a serious man and stepping on him in anger and indignation.

Louis was unmoved, his eyebrows dotingly scraped her nose and passed his arm over.

"Are you relieved? No. Want to pinch again?"

Violet straightened her dress, gave him a cold knife-eyed look, pushed his arm away, walked to the door and opened it.

Louis laughed lightly and followed her down the stairs.

Downstairs, The Johnson Family were all there, just waiting for them to come downstairs for breakfast.

Seeing the two come down, Erin has milked the call.

"Daddy, Mommy, it's time for breakfast."

Violet curled her lips and was carried into the restaurant with Louis's arm around her.

Everyone was seated and Louis brought Violet milk and a sandwich as usual.

Violet said thank you and everyone in the room ate their breakfast.

Looked no different than usual.

No one talks about the news anymore either.

Violet glanced at Sami, who was diagonally across from her, and her eyes twitched slightly.

I don't know if it's just her, but Sami's attitude towards her and Louis is a bit distant.

Is it because of Dolly?

After breakfast, Louis acted as a driver, taking the two children to their classes and then to Violet to the studio.

"Wife, do not work too tired, I will come to check from time to time. If I find that you aretired, from now on all rest at home, do not go out to work." Louis admonished Violet.

Violet's heart warmed and she pulled open the car door to get out.

"Okay, I get it, hello nagging."

"Dislike me again! Come here."

Louis clasped her head and leaned in for a kiss.

Violet struggled, but was held even tighter.

This man, can not play kissing all the time?

It's a good thing someone didn't fool around much and let her go after a deep kiss.

The long fingers touch her delicate red lips, he hooked his lips a smile, seems to be very satisfied with his masterpiece.

"I can go now, right?"

Violet slapped his hand away poutingly, and without waiting for him to say anything, hastily pulled open the car door and got out.