"Beichen Xiao, get out." Wen Tong felt that he was scratching her face. She knew that she was holding her son with one hand and hanging her other hand and could not move, so she leaned towards her with a face.
She couldn't push him away, or scold him.
She could only let a small group on the left and a large group on the right move closer to her, as if they had found a base.
What's even more disgusting is that her son's small hand is wrapped around her arm, while his big hand is around her slim waist, hugging her tightly.
She twisted her body uneasily a few times, her little face flushed with shyness and anger exuding a unique charm.
Beichen Xiaocai ignored her silent resistance and closed his eyes to rest in peace.
At this time, the little guy raised his head and turned his big black eyes on the two adults.
He seemed to want to say something, but after careful consideration, he didn't say it out loud, and settled back on Wen Tong's chest, with a kind of satisfaction overflowing on his little face.
Beichenxiao's slightly narrowed eyes were fully aware of his son's expression.
I'm afraid the little guy wants to ask that question again, marriage.
He glanced at the woman beside him without trace.
She was leaning head-to-head with her son, whispering intimately, and patting the little guy on the back from time to time, as if to comfort him.
She faced him with the bandaged back of her head. Under her sharp profile, the curve of her neck was as perfect as a sculpture. Under the ambiguous light, it extended into her blue pajamas. A small patch of fat was exposed at the slightly open neckline.
The skin is so delicate and soft that it makes people want to reach out and touch it.
The color of his eyes deepened little by little, and a dark frenzy surged in his eyes.
Wen Tong put her son to sleep and was about to close her eyes to rest herself.
A big, cool hand suddenly came up from under her pajamas, and went up along the smooth waistline until it climbed onto a soft mass.
She clearly felt that the temperature in the palm of her hand was beginning to heat up, and her nimble fingers began to move loosely and tightly.
Wen Tong turned his head angrily, trying to lower his voice as low as possible, "Beichen Xiao, take your dirty hands away."
Beichenxiao squinted his eyes, like a lazy lion, and the expression on his face showed a sense of enjoyment that he didn't want to be beaten.
"Shh, keep your voice down, don't wake Ding Ding up."
He is so arrogant and reckless.
He moved his hands from one end to the other and started kneading again.
It's soft and fragrant, as if it could turn into a pool of water.
Wen Tong stared at this scoundrel man, not to mention how angry she was in her heart. She wanted to hit him to death with a cast on his arm.
Suddenly, my fingertips slid over the tempting top.
Wen Tong took a deep breath, feeling like an electric current was passing through her body, and her brain felt tense and swollen for a moment.
She became even more annoyed, lowered her head and bit Beichenxiao's ear. At this time, the ear was the closest target to her.
Beichenxiao felt the warm little mouth press against him, revealing a row of sharp teeth.
The kitten was annoyed and started biting.
He quickly retracted his hand, but instead of taking it out of his pajamas, he placed it on her belly.
Accompanied by his low and charming voice, he spread out in the night, "Go to sleep, I will hold you."
Wen Tong's open mouth finally stopped biting, and she ground her teeth twice, making a sinister sound, as if as a warning.
Beichen Xiao held her in a polite manner, but stopped touching and searching her.
"Beichen Xiao, why don't you go back to your own room?" Wen Tong softly discussed with him.
After saying this for a long time, she saw no response from him. She turned around and saw that the man was snoring deliberately, as if he was already asleep.
She was so angry that she kicked him with her little foot.
However, he lifted up his long legs and directly pressed her legs under her legs, vowing to fight the rogue to the end.
Wen Tong squirmed twice, and the hand in her pajamas crawled up like a silkworm.
Wen Tong was shocked, and immediately tensed up all the nerves in his body, motionless.
She didn't move, and neither did her hand, which seemed to be a warning and a threat.
Wen Tong gritted her teeth in hatred, but was helpless.
The little guy arched in her arms and leaned towards a warmer place.
She patted the little guy's back gently, kissed his forehead, and said in a voice as soft as water, "Baby, be good, sleep soundly."
Bei Chenxiao heard this, opened one eye, and saw that this woman deliberately turned her back to him, showing obvious rejection and indifference. But when she turned around, she was as tender as water towards her son, hugging and kissing him.
He immediately felt unbalanced.
His big hand touched the soft little buttocks and squeezed it in retaliation.
Wen Tong turned back and glared at him, and he closed his eyes again and pretended to sleep.
She couldn't help but angrily scolded, "Beichen Xiao, are you still young?"
He said without opening his eyes, "I'm young, don't you know best?"
He deliberately misinterpreted her meaning and prolonged the ending, giving a hint of showing off.
Wen Tong was not stupid with his mouth, but compared to the gangster, she couldn't compare with him, so she simply shut up and went to sleep.
His chest against her back felt faintly vibrating.
This man, he is smiling.
Wen Tong frowned, but the tight lines at the corners of his mouth slowly softened.
Early morning, sunny and warm weather.
The little guy got up early, stood in the bathroom wearing cartoon pajamas, and tiptoed to reach for the toothpaste on the sink.
First, squeeze Wen Tong and Beichen Xiao's, and then start squeezing your own.
His toothbrush is different from adults'. It is a small blue electric toothbrush that vibrates by itself just by pressing the switch.
After brushing his teeth, he secretly opened the door a crack.
The two adults on the bed were having an argument.
Because Wen Tong cannot use one of her arms, it is difficult for her to wear clothes. She can only wear buttoned clothes with loose sleeves.
Beichenxiao was helping her get dressed, but she didn't agree. As soon as he stretched out his hand, she slapped him.
After repeating it several times, Beichenxiao's patience was almost exhausted, and the look on his face became unsightly.
Seeing that the situation was not going well, the little guy opened the door, jumped on the bed, sat next to Wen Tong's legs, and said obediently: "Mom, let me help you put it on."
After his son took action, Wen Tong couldn't stand up to Beichenxiao anymore, so he could only smile at him, which was regarded as acquiescence.
So the little guy took it upon himself to help Wen Tong put on her sleeves, gently, for fear of hurting her.
Her son's thoughtfulness made Wen Tong put down her guard.
Beichenxiao then used the light of his son to help.
After Wen Tong put on her clothes and washed herself, the servant brought her breakfast.
Of the three breakfasts, hers is the lightest.
Tintin’s is the richest.
He only ate a sandwich, drank a cup of coffee, then put down his fork and read the newspaper.
Wen Tong drank the porridge and glanced at his newspaper. Anyone in this line of work has occupational diseases.
"You can stay after reading."
But he stood up and folded the newspaper without any intention of giving it to her. He said coldly: "The patient should devote himself to recuperating and stop worrying about things that shouldn't be concerned about."
The little guy also echoed, mumbling with his milk-stained mouth, "Mom, it's a rare opportunity for you to spend time with Ding Ding, so why don't you stop working?"
Wen Tong glanced at the newspaper, then at her expectant son, and finally nodded.
The little guy was happy and ate with big mouthfuls.
When Yan Yixia arrived, Wen Tong was playing chess with the little guy.
She raised her head and saw a pair of eyes swollen from crying.