Men always clean themselves up quickly, and it didn't take long for Geng Nansong to enter the bedroom.

"Has your job been a little easier lately?"

Seeing Geng Nansong coming in, Tong Huan asked. It's not that she guessed, but she felt that after Geng Nansong went home this time, it didn't seem to be as tense as some time ago, and even the pressure on his body was not so great.

Sure enough, Geng Nansong nodded when he heard this, "With a small breakthrough, it can be regarded as a little relieved." ”

The bed next to him sank slightly, and there was another person beside Tong Huan.

It's just that Tong Huan didn't feel uncomfortable, but felt a little more at ease.

Speaking of which, she is still a little unaccustomed to sleeping alone these days.

She doesn't sleep well, often lifting the quilt or rolling around. When a person sleeps, he often wakes up cold or hot, and sometimes he wakes up in pain because he rolls and knocks on his head.

Geng Nansong's sleeping appearance is very good, whenever Tong Huan moves, he can always take the first step to "suppress" her small actions. At first, Tong Huan thought that it might disturb his rest, but he didn't expect that even Geng Nansong would get used to it later.

Even if he sleeps soundly, Tong Huan next to him has a reflexive "shot" of any movement, and he doesn't even have to wake up, it has become a habit.

Even Tong Huan, who slept with him, felt that his sleep quality was much better.

The moment Geng Nansong lay down in the quilt, he actually felt a little emotional.

During this time, he was either on the sofa in the office, or he was so tired that he just lay on the table and squinted for a while. The feeling of lying on the bed so well made him feel a little rare.

There was a wisp of familiar and pleasant aroma around him, and Geng Nansong's eyebrows moved and he remembered. Last time, he asked Tong Huan about the taste of her body lotion.

In fact, Geng Nansong is not very interested in things like perfume fragrances, and his company is in the central office building of S City. There are also all kinds of delicate and fashionable white-collar workers in the usual places, both men and women will use perfume to a greater or lesser extent.

It's just that Geng Nansong's nose is not very sensitive, and he can't distinguish hundreds of spices like them.

Because he is not sensitive to smell, he finds it even more tedious to choose such a thing as perfume, so he simply does not use it.

But I don't know why, he can feel the smell of Tong Huan's body very clearly every time.

The soft and gentle skin was lying on Geng Nansong's hand, Geng Nansong endured it for a while and reached out to take Tong Huan into his arms.

Tong Huan didn't resist, and took the initiative to get into Geng Nansong's arms softly as usual.

Instead, as if reminded by Geng Nansong's movements, he handed the phone to Geng Nansong.

"Look!"

Geng Nansong followed her meaning and looked at Tong Huan's mobile phone, which was a black and white silhouette.

Geng Nansong frowned slightly and looked at it for a long time, but he didn't see any beauty. Could this be some kind of masterpiece of abstraction? Geng Nansong muttered to himself, and before he could ask the excited Tong Huan, he opened his mouth to explain.

"It's Tingting's child!

Geng Nansong was stunned when he heard this, and suddenly realized that the black and white shadow was a picture of color ultrasound.

Tong Huan was undiminished, stretching out his hand and pointing to a small group in the photo. "Look here, it looks so cute!"

"So small?" Geng Nansong looked at Tong Huan and was a little surprised.

Tong Huan laughed out loud, thinking that Geng Nansong, who looked confused, was very interesting. "The child is only more than two months old, and he is just a little bit older. ”

Geng Nansong watched Tong Huan compare his thumb and index finger in a circle, and still felt a little unbelievable. That's not much bigger than a broad bean, right?

His appearance made Tong happy to the point, and Tong Huan rubbed his stomach for a while. "Tingting even has a flat belly, of course the child is not much old......."

Geng Nansong's gaze followed Tong Huan's hand on her abdomen, and he reached over to cover Tong Huan's moving hand.

He turned his head to look at the ultrasound photo, even though the child in the photo had nothing to do with him. But looking at that small group, it turned out to be a life. Geng Nansong only felt that the greatness of life, and even this simple picture, had become sacred.

After a few more glances, even my heart softened. Geng Nansong's eyes were gentle, and he couldn't help but ask Tong Huan: "Do you like boys or girls?"

"Me?" Tong Huan was stunned for a moment, turned his head to look at Geng Nansong with a soft face, and suddenly blushed. Geng Nansong's hand, which was originally placed on her abdomen, also seemed to be getting hotter.

She replied in a low voice, "Boys and girls are good, but I didn't give birth to ........"

The remaining half of the words were blocked by Geng Nansong with his mouth.

With a light touch of her lips and tongue, Tong Huan felt that the fiery hand rubbed from her lower abdomen to her back, causing a ripple on her body.

The temperature and breath of another person invaded Tong Huan's world in a shocking way. The sound of shredding and the soft sound of clothes rubbing against each other was hidden under the quilt.

"Shhhh

Geng Nansong accurately caught Tong Huan's pain from a moan, and hurriedly stopped.

"What's wrong, I hurt you?"

He only thought that his subordinates were not serious, and his flesh hurt Tong Huan.

Tong Huan blinked, blurring the sweat from his eyes. He responded in an inaudible voice, "No... No, it's just that I've been on the plane for a long time today, and I have some backache. ”

Geng Nansong smiled, and for a while he didn't know whether to continue.

Seeing him stop, Tong Huan dared to look at him squarely. He also had a lot of sweat on his face, and even his face was flushed, so he didn't feel very good.

Geng Nansong leaned over and kissed his little wife's sweaty sideburns, "Are you tired, or..."

Although the words he said were still gentle and polite, but at such a distance, Tong Huan naturally felt the tension under him.

Tong Huan blinked his somewhat dry eyes again, and raised his hand to wipe the sweat from the corners of his forehead.

Half-leaning up to his ear, he whispered, "Not really... So hard. ”

As he spoke, the hand that was still on the person's face slipped off his shoulder. Brushing through the lines of his chest, then on the powerful back, and finally stopping at the tight abs......

Geng Nansong was right before, Tong Huan was very greedy for his muscles.

The voice is moving, how can you not like such a good skin?

Sure enough, with her movements, the man's breathing in her ears sank, and even the movements of his subordinates were a little heavier.

Tong Huan frowned and gasped a few times, but he couldn't stand it anymore. Reaching out and pressing the man's shoulder, he said coquettishly, "It hurts me......"

The man kept moving, just patrolling Tong Huan with heavy breathing. In the end, he held back his breath and sighed in a low voice: "How can I be willing to hurt you......."