Shen Zhihua looked at her watch and saw that it was almost ten o'clock. She couldn't help frowning.

　　His wife worked overtime tonight. She had said that she would come back at nine o'clock, but she still couldn't see him.

　　What worried Shen Zhihua most was that he had called his wife half an hour ago. The call would be connected, but no one answered it. This kind of feeling that seemed to evaporate the world made Shen Zhiwen's heart beat fast. So while he was waiting anxiously, Shen Zhihua had been thinking why his wife did not answer the phone. Was the phone lost, or was it kidnapped?

　　Just as Shen Zhihua was about to call his wife again, he heard the sound of the door opening.

　　Walking out of the master bedroom, Shen Zhihua saw his wife in a white women's shirt and a black hip-wrapped skirt.

　　At this time, his wife was holding the wall with one hand and taking off her high heels with the other hand.

　　Because of bending over, his wife's collar was open, and the Snow-capped Peak, which was protected by the black bra, was shaking slightly with the movement, which was extremely eye-catching.

　　Even though they had been married for five years, Shen Zhihua still fell in love with his wife's almost perfect body.

　　Not only did she have a curvy face, but her skin was also as white as if she had been soaked in milk.

　　Noticing that his wife's face was a little red, as if she had drunk wine, Shen Zhihua asked in a hurry, "Where have you been?"

　　"Where else can we go?" Su Yueting, who was wearing a cold drag and walking toward her husband, smiled and said, "Just working overtime!"

　　Seeing that his wife's pace was not steady, it was obvious that she had drunk too much. Shen Zhihua had to go forward and hold her wife.

　　After smelling the smell of wine on his wife, Shen Zhihua said, "Tell me the truth, where exactly is it?"

　　"It's about working until nine o'clock in the company. After that, I ate midnight snack at a small fried restaurant near the company with my colleagues," Su Yueting, who was holding her husband in her arms and half-squinting her eyes with a satisfied look, said, "Dear, is Jiaqi sleeping?"

　　"I've slept for a long time."

　　"Then I'll take a shower first. You go to the bed and wait for me." After kissing her husband's mouth, Su Yueting walked to the bathroom with a sweet smile.

　　Because his wife was a little drunk and the floor of the bathroom was a little slippery, Shen Zhihua, who was worried that his wife would slip, also went to the bathroom.

　　But when he pushed open the bathroom door and saw the scene inside, he was so scared that his whole body trembled, as if a knife was piercing into his chest.

　　At this time, his wife was naked and her back was back to him, so he saw her round and straight butt. But this was not the key point, the key was that there were very obvious palm prints on both of her butt!

　　Shen Zhihua was even more convinced that it was a mark that could only be seen on the premise of constant beating!

　　"I have to work overtime, midnight snack, get drunk, leave a palm print..."

　　For some reason, Shen Zihua suddenly had an almost strange illusion when he looked at his wife in front of him. What scared him was that there was already a picture of his wife and another man coming to him in his mind. His wife was kneeling, and the man was attacking from behind. He constantly patted his wife's snow-white butt and laughed like a devil.

　　What made Shen Zhihua even more panic was that because of the scene that was totally different from morality, he actually had a reaction!

　　After noticing her husband, Su Yueting, who was brushing her teeth, asked, "Dear, would you like to take a shower together?"

　　In the face of his wife's invitation, Shen Zhihua, who was not interested in it at all, asked, "What's wrong with the palm print on your ass?"

　　After being asked by her husband, Su Yueting, who was in a panic, hurriedly faced her husband. Obviously, she did not want her husband to see her hip print, but unfortunately, it was too late. Because of nervousness, Su Yueting's hand holding the toothbrush was particularly tight, as if it was a life-saving straw in her hand.

　　Seeing his wife's unusual behavior, Shen Zhihua walked into the bathroom and said, "Let me ask you, what's wrong with the palm print on your ass?"

　　"I'm sorry, honey. I've drunk a lot and only now can I hear what you're talking about," Su Yueting, pretending to be calm, said, "didn't you go to have supper with a few female colleagues at night? As a result, the four of us started to play finger-guessing game. Whoever loses will be beaten. As a result, I didn't gamble on your wife and didn't win a few games, so her butt has been beaten by them all the time."

　　After turning her back to her husband, Su Yueting slightly pouted her butt and said, "Look, how cruel they are. I'm afraid I'll have to lie down later."

　　Looking at the messy palm print, Shen Zhihua did not know whether she should believe her wife's words or not.

　　Anyway, in his opinion, it was impossible for the palm print to be so obvious if it was separated by the skirt.

　　What's more, if it was just an ordinary game, would the other party attack so hard?

　　But because his wife had never made such mistakes before, every time she went out at night, she would go home on time, and rarely drank outside. So Shen Zhihua felt that she was thinking too much. Anyway, in Shen Zhihua's view, if his wife, a good wife and a good mother, would have an affair with him, then there would be no woman who would not cheat on him in this world.

　　Thinking of this, Shen Zhihua said, "Don't play this kind of game that will make me misunderstand in the future."

　　"Uh-huh!"

　　After his wife agreed, Shen Zhihua stretched out her hand.

　　When his finger touched the tip of his wife's butt, his wife, in addition to making a Nightingale-like low groan, also trembled. This reaction made Shen Zhihua's heart ache. He was more sure that his wife's colleague was really hard to deal with. But because of the larger proportion of male colleagues in his wife's company, he felt that if he had dinner at night, there should not be only female colleagues.

　　So, did it mean that when his wife's butt was spanked, many male colleagues were also watching?

　　The inexplicable thought made Shen Zhihua a little angry, so he asked, "Do you only have female colleagues?"

　　"Yes, they are all making reports and so on, there is no male colleague," Su Yueting took the initiative to hug her husband and pressed the full and straight snow-capped peak directly on his chest, and whispered, "Husband, I know what you are thinking, but I can promise you that there are only female colleagues. If there is a male colleague, we women can't play that kind of game, right? Besides, your wife is very conservative, how can she let the male colleague watch me being slapped on the ass? So don't think too much, I always belong to you, no matter my heart or my heart."

　　Hearing his wife's comfort, Shen Zhihua was even more worried.

　　Unfortunately, Shen Zhihua had never been to his wife's company and had no contact information of any female colleagues, so he could only believe his wife's words for the time being.

　　After asking his wife to take a bath quickly, Shen Zhihua turned around and left.

　　But when he saw his wife's underwear hanging on the hook, he stopped.

　　After picking up the ordinary white cotton underwear, Shen Zhihua suddenly widened her eyes.

　　Because the back of his underwear was clearly written with the word "fierce"!