In the master bedroom, An Zhisu was lying on the soft and comfortable bed, with her two white feet raised high, and her slender waist swaying as her legs swayed, like a willow in spring, for someone who had just finished washing in the bathroom.
For Ye Lancheng who came out of the bath, it was simply a fatal temptation.
Ye Lancheng stepped on the carpet and came up behind her silently. He pressed his upper body behind her and said in a low and sexy voice: "What are you peeking at again?"
An Zhisu smiled sweetly, turned around nimbly under him, faced him, and showed him her cell phone, which contained the chat history with Eleven.
The corner of Ye Lancheng's mouth twitched when he saw it. His little wife was actually teaching Eleven love affairs, making jokes one after another, and even sending short videos to others to learn from.
“Where did the short video come from?”
Ye Lancheng narrowed his eyes dangerously.
An Zhisu looked around with a guilty conscience, then said to him: "You said that Shi Yi is so smart, he should be able to figure it out in just one step.
Hey, I really broke an old mother’s heart.”
Ye Lancheng's eyes narrowed even further, and his upper body pressed down again, giving him a full sense of threat.
"No, no, no, no, I'll do it."
An Zhisu was immediately frightened. He had a premonition that if he didn't tell the truth, he would be tortured to death tonight. He chose the lesser of two evils and quickly passed the blame: "The beauty passed it to me."
"You just read it if it's passed to you?
Didn't I say not to look at other men?"
Ye Lancheng's ending sounds are raised, which conveys full danger.
"I did not see!"
An Zhisu has a strong desire to survive: "What's so good-looking? The face is not as good-looking as my husband, the body is not as good as my husband, the place is not as big as my husband, and the work is not as good as my husband. I wonder what they are doing."
"oh?
How do you know that someone is inferior to me in every aspect without looking at it?"
Ye Lancheng is not that easy to fool.
An Zhisu:... An Zhisu wants to bite off his tongue. Isn't this because there is no silver in this place?
"As punishment, three times tonight."
Ye Lancheng directly announced the punishment results.
An Zhisu almost jumped up: "Three times! Do you want me to die on the bed?"
"On the sofa, in the bathroom, in the bathtub, I can do it."
Ye Lancheng slowly approached her, with an evil aura and an air of indignity.
An Zhisu:...I choose death! Song Jiaren, I am going to be killed by you, why did you send me that kind of video!! Ah! In the Xia family, Song Jiaren was sitting on the bed and suddenly sneezed.
Xia Jingze, who was massaging her legs and feet, was frightened.
"Honey, do you have a cold?"
Pregnant women are most afraid of getting sick. They can't take medicine every time and can only carry it.
Ever since Song Jiaren was pregnant, Xia Jingze has taken care of her like an ancestor. When he was at home, he took care of everything by himself. When he was not at home, he would send his wife to his parents. Halfway through the pregnancy, Song Jiaren had a minor illness while being taken care of.
I haven’t had any minor pains and my health is amazing.
"No."
Song Jiaren rubbed her itchy nose, touched the tips of her heated ears, and hummed, "It must be Zhisu who is talking bad about me."
Xia Jingze breathed a sigh of relief, continued to massage her legs and feet, and asked smoothly: "Why do you want to say bad things about you, sister-in-law?
Did you two quarrel?"
"When did we have a fight?"
Song Jiaren said: "When did I not abuse her unilaterally?"
Ever since she was a child, An Zhisu had never defeated Song Jiaren in an argument. She also knew that she could not win an argument with a lawyer. She always raised the white flag and surrendered before the argument even started, which was very boring.
"Then you two are having a conflict?"
Whether women are eighteen or eighty, there will always be some quarrels between women over trivial matters of one kind or another. Xia Jingze took it for granted that the two sisters were at odds.
"What are you thinking? We are both grown up and we are still arguing."
Song Jiaren waved her hands and smiled mischievously: "She must have been caught by her husband while watching a short video."
Xia Jingze: ..."Is the short video you are talking about the short video that I understand?"
Xia Jingze asked weakly.
Song Jiaren nodded confidently: "Yes, it is the short video you understand. I sent it to her last time. She is really stupid. I told her to watch it secretly and not to watch it when Ye Lancheng is at home."
"You passed it on to her!"
Xia Jingze jumped up and shouted angrily: "Where did you get the short video? Have you also watched it?"
Song Jiaren was startled by his sudden roar. She picked up a pillow and threw it at it: "Why are you shouting? You have become more capable. You dare to shout at your wife and children."
Xia Jingze was hit, and the pillow bounced back to the bed. The hit made him wilt immediately, like a ball that suddenly deflated. He sat back on the bed limply, grabbing his wife's clothes and saying aggrievedly: "Wife, you
Don't look at other men, I will be jealous."
"See what's going on? What you men are allowed to see, but us women are not allowed to see?"
Song Jiaren snorted.
Xia Jingze brought his face closer: "Do I look better or do others look better?"
"you."
Song Jiaren has to admit that her husband is more beautiful than most men, he can be attacked or tolerated, and his beauty is bubbling.
"So am I in better shape or is someone else in better shape?"
Xia Jingze continued to be tempting.
"you."
Song Jiaren has to admit that her husband's eight-pack abs and inverted triangle figure cannot be compared to just anyone.
“Then it’s better for me to live better or for others?”
Xia Jingze continued to ask.
Song Jiaren was just about to answer you without thinking again when she realized something was wrong and immediately changed her words: "How do I know? I haven't tried it on anyone else."
"Didn't you watch the video?
Let’s compare it visually.”
"It seems that others are better. After all, the woman in the video is quite enjoyable."
Xia Jingze: ...Xia Jingze got angry: "Aren't you enjoying it?
You enjoy it every time."
"Because of your daughter, I haven't enjoyed it for several months and can't eat meat. Why don't you let me see it?
You are too domineering, what’s wrong, now that you’ve become the boss, you’ve become a domineering president?”
Song Jiaren stared at him.
Xia Jingze's typical character softens when Song Jiaren is strong. It is impossible to stand up in front of Song Jiaren, and it will never be possible in this life.
However, after being married for so long, he has also learned the skills of catching Song Jiaren's words. For example, now, he climbed up the pole, climbed onto the bed, carefully climbed behind Song Jiaren, put his arms around her, and stood before her
He whispered in his ear: "Honey, how about I let you enjoy it tonight?"
Song Jiaren's ears turned red: "Who wants to enjoy it?"
"Didn't you say you haven't enjoyed it for months?"
"That's not what I meant."
"Then I want it, please satisfy me, I'm suffocated to death."
Xia Jingze began to rub it hard.
Song Jiaren: "No, it will hurt the child."
"No, I've searched on Baidu. Proper exercise is good for children."
Xia Jingze was already restless.
Song Jiaren accepted him half-heartedly.
After thinking about it carefully, I felt like I had been tricked by Xia Jingze.
She scratched her hair regretfully. She was actually tricked by Xia Jingze, a bastard. She was really...pregnant and stupid.
Pregnancy lowered my IQ. I was stupid for three years during my first pregnancy, and six years during my second pregnancy. I decided not to have a second child, otherwise I would be led by my second-rate husband at home, and a family of four and two couples would be stupid. It’s scary to think about it.