Liang Shangjun was suddenly ecstatic and excitedly pulled Xia Chun back, who had taken a step forward, and his eyebrows were dyed happily:

"Zhu Chun, what did you just say, say it again."

Xia Chun rolled her eyes and said with a cold face on purpose:

"I said nothing, let go, I'm going to sleep."

Because she was worried about him at noon, she didn't even sleep at noon. She watched Yiting not sleeping last night. Seeing him well, her tight heartstrings broke and her sleepiness was overwhelming. After she finished speaking, she couldn't help but yawned three times in a row.

Liang Shangjun's face changed slightly, and he grabbed her other little hand with heartache and said gently:

"Chongchun, did you not sleep last night? Let's go, I'll sleep with you."

The baby took medicine today and there was nothing else. Ling Fen and Shen Chenchen were coaxing him downstairs.

"Aren't you here to see Yiting? Go downstairs and accompany him, I can sleep by myself."

When Xia Chun thought that he had been worried about the whole noon, he ignored him.

Liang Shangjun shook his head, his broad palm gently stroked the back of her hand, and his deep eyes were smiling softly:

"My son is coaxed by his grandmother and grandmother. Wife, although I want Yiting, I should be with you now. I know that you were worried about me at noon today, so I delayed my nap. Last night, because my son didn't sleep, I felt very distressed when you see your two dark circles. Be good, don't be angry with me, if you get angry, you will get older."

"You dislike me?"

Xia Chun glared at her eyes and pouted and pulled out her hand.

"No, I dare not, I don't mean that, my wife, I mean I hope you will always be young and beautiful. In fact, even if you get old in the future, in my heart, you will always be the noblest and beautiful queen. No one in the world can compare with you..."

"puff……"

Xia Chun couldn't help laughing at his nonsense, and could no longer hold it in, and burst out with a slight laugh.

Seeing that she finally smiled, Junyi's face also showed a charming smile. He lowered his head and kissed him quickly on his cheek, and then walked towards the big bed with half hug:

"Chongchun, don't be angry with me anymore after laughing. Let's have a good sleep now and go home with me tomorrow."

As soon as he thinks that he can see his wife and son every day in the future, Liang Shangjun can't close his mouth.

Lying on the bed, he had to hold Xia Chun in his arms, and he couldn't even break free. Xia Chun was really sleepy and even yawned, but saw him giggling alone. She angrily glanced at him, reached out to cover his eyes, and said with a sleepy voice:

"Why are you smirking? Go to bed quickly."

Liang Shangjun laughed and reached out to grab her hand, held her hand around her waist and exerted a little force. The two of them were tightly pressed against each other. His warm breath sprayed on her cheeks, and he condensed her at close range, saying ambiguously:

"Chuchun, why don't we do something before sleeping?"

"do what?"

Xia Chun was funny. What he really wanted to do, but he was still the one who was uncomfortable in the end.

Liang Shangjun's eyes were three-point deep with a smile on his face. The eyes were burning in an instant. He kissed her forehead with his lips and murmured softly:

"Your second brother misses you very much."

While speaking, his big hand grabbed her hand and touched him. It turned out to be lustful. His little gentleman had already saluted his head.

Xia Chun's face heated up, and his heart suddenly jumped. His hand, which he grabbed, clearly felt the steel-like hardness of his little gentleman through the thin fabric.

"Liang Shangjun, why are you so hooligan?"

Her voice was a little uneven. Liang Shangjun's evil laughter overflowed deep. His throat was so beautiful that he lowered his head and his thin lips touched her sensitive ears. The sudden touch caused her body to tremble, but he smiled even more proudly and said hoarsely:

"Wife, if I can't be a hooligan, you don't want me."

He opened his mouth, put her soft earlobe into his mouth, deliberately stretched out his tongue and licked her gently, teasing her evilly, feeling the trembling of her body, and his blood was quickly hot and boiling...

The strength of his subordinates increased a little, and she whispered in her ear:

"Wife, I've thought about it."

"no."

Xia Chun was so chasing that her breathing was chaotic. Her little hand wanted to escape, but she couldn't break free. A hooligan man skillfully unzipped the zipper and grabbed her little hand and looked in...

"Why?"

Once Liang Shangjun had that thought in his heart, every cell in his body was excited, and his blood boiled and gathered towards that part of his body.

He missed her, not seeing her was a torture, but now holding her is also a torture.

The body and the mind will always suffer.

His big hand had already grabbed her hand and reached in, murmured hoarsely:

"Pure, you hold it."

"don't want."

Xia Chun's head dodged his kiss, and the strings of numbness and electricity rushed all over her body. Her heartbeat became faster and faster in his kiss...

Her hand was grabbed by him and penetrated into the last layer of soft fabric, which was pressed against his skin. His lips had already slid down his earlobes, and his moist tongue licked her most sensitive bloodline. He was stunned, and the palm of his palm suddenly became hot, and a strong current came.

"Liang Shangjun..."

Her voice became rapid.

"Chuchun, can you please satisfy me for a while?"

When her weak and boneless little hand held him, he overflowed comfortably and grabbed her and stroked her...

"I can't do it now."

Xia Chun wanted to take his hand back anxiously, but the rogue man thought of that evil thing as soon as he got involved with her.

His kiss went down the road, and finally stopped at her emotional collarbone, biting her deeply and shallowly, with the deep desire in his voice uncovered:

"Pure, use your hands and mouth..."

Xia Chun's heart trembled heavily.

The hot palms spread all the way to the limbs.

He kissed her neck, collarbone, and every inch of her skin on her chest. She was covered by his deep affection and desire, and even breathing became difficult.

His breathing became heavier and heavier, but his movements were neither too fast nor too slow, sliding regularly...

His hands loosened as he kissed her lips, sucked, plundered the sweetness in her mouth, just said hurriedly:

"Pure, it'll be fine in a while."

Xia Chun's sleepiness was forced to be driven away by him, and his reason was bit by bit stripped away by his kiss.

His kisses ranged from shallow to deep, from gentle to plundering, sometimes blending, sometimes sucking, lips and teeth wrapping, body fluids blend together, and the scorching and rich masculinity filled her heart inch and occupied her thoughts.

He knew that Chunchun could not be with him now, but Chunchun had served him with his hands and mouth when he was pregnant, and he enjoyed that kind of service very much.

So he is not afraid of burning himself to the fire in the end.

He was sure that Chunchun couldn't bear to let him suffer. He suppressed his desire and indulged in a free manner.

He kissed her while seducing her:

"Pure, hold it."

Xia Chun is not a simple girl who is indifferent to human affairs. She actually feels sorry for Liang Shangjun's tolerance these days. She has heard that many men cheat on their wives when their wives are pregnant and have children, or go to a lady to solve their physiological problems.

But Liang Shangjun couldn't do those things, so he could only endure it.

At this moment, in his rapid breathing, her heart softened again, and his murmurs lingered in her ears, and her hands trembled with the hot dragon.

As soon as I held it, my hand slammed.

Her hands trembled and almost threw it away. When she heard the Liang Shangjun, she felt comfortable in her ears. She suddenly felt a sense of pride in her heart and suddenly she had courage.

Not only did the hand not evacuate, but instead increased the intensity of the points. According to the method he taught on weekdays, he moved in a proper manner.

Liang Shangjun slowly closed his eyes and enjoyed this special service with all his heart.

Although this method is not as satisfying as it is, it is always better than to endure it all the time. It only makes Xia Chun suffer. After a while, his hands become weak and his forehead sweats.

Someone who enjoys comfortably is not much better than her. I don’t know if it’s so comfortable that she sweats or is so uncomfortable that she sweats.

Or maybe the air conditioning in the house suddenly fails to work!

The temperature inside the room is getting higher and higher, breathing is getting faster and faster, and the smell of hormones is spreading into the air layer by layer...

After a long time, everything ends.

Xia Chun looked at the essence of her hands in annoyance. Liang Shangjun smiled with satisfaction and leaned over and planned to draw tissue from the small table on the bedside table for her, but heard Xia Chun say:

“There are wipes in the drawer.”

Liang Shangjun smiled and pulled open the drawer, took out a pack of wet wipes from it, pulled out one slowly, grabbed her wrist, gently and carefully, wiped her fingers cleanly and fragrantly, and said:

"Chuchun, how many pieces are there in this pack? Did you prepare it specifically?"

Xia Chun looked dark and rolled her eyes unhappily:

"If you are so sexy every day, I won't go back to City A with you, Liang Shangjun, this is very tiring."

Her hands were sore and weak, she was really tired, and he was lying there to enjoy it.

"Is that true? When you take good care of yourself, I will definitely compensate you well and not let you suffer. Then you just need to lie down and enjoy it, and I will do the work."

He deliberately emphasized the words behind him, and smiled evilly in his deep eyes, and counted on her fingers:

"Zhu Chun, you have to wait for one day, two days, three days, four days, five days, alas, you don't have enough fingers, and there are still many days. When will my monk's life end? Eating vegetarian food every day is not good for your health. When will you stew a pot of meat for me to eat?"

"Eat you big-headed ghost, wipe your hands clean. I'm going to sleep. If you want to eat meat, stand on the street and shout a few times. You will definitely throw your girl into your arms, steam, fry, or sweet and sour. As long as you want, you can definitely *** every night..."

Liang Shangjun chuckled, threw away the first wet wipe, took out another one to wipe her, until she wiped her hands clean and the fragrance was scented, and then threw away the wet wipes. She hugged her in her arms and said with a smile:
Chapter completed!