Micro home, four rooms.

It was late at night, and the woman in bed had already laid down to rest.

Weisheng Rongcheng walked out of the study in a nightgown, glanced at the beautiful sleeping face on the bed, and his eyes flashed with thousands of complicated emotions. He went to bed and lay down beside her, listening to her even breathing, and his heart was even more uneasy.

In this day and age, sexless marriages are destined to be tragic. None of them had Plato's state of thought, they couldn't be pure-hearted, and they knew that the best things in the world were around them, but they couldn't touch them.

Nan Chun'er turned over slightly, her fragrant shoulders were exposed outside the quilt, and she was full of spring. Weisheng Rongcheng went to help her cover it, but his hand was placed on her shoulder without obeying.

He rolled his Adam's apple continuously, and finally lifted the quilt again, and his hand was on the crisp shoulder.

The person couldn't help but get closer, and kissed her on the face. Nan Chun'er's eyelashes moved slightly, not only did she not resist, but hugged him back, allowing him to take all actions.

didn't say a word during the whole process, and Nan Chun'er didn't feel any discomfort, after all, he had always been tormented by this matter between the two of them. Nan Chun'er couldn't do anything for him, she couldn't even touch W with her own hands.

Only he paid without asking for anything in return, admiring her beautiful scenery countless times, sending her up with his lips and tongue, and finally lying on her, leaving a sigh in the air.

Nan Chun'er hugged him: "Okay, Rongcheng, sleep." ”

He refused to go down, so he just hugged her.

"The eldest sister talked to me. Nan Chun'er turned off the bedside lamp and touched his back for a while, "You want me to come back and ask your opinion." ”

Weisheng Rongcheng's body stiffened, and endless sourness flashed in her eyes in the darkness that she couldn't see.

There was a long silence, and she waited for his answer.

"Who is it?" his voice was a little sharper, and his male hormones had decreased over the years.

Nan Chun'er said: "She didn't say it, let you choose for yourself." ”

Weisheng Rongcheng's eyes stinged, "This is too cruel to me." Chun'er, choose for yourself. ”

Nan Chun'er nodded.

They all knew what that meant, and everyone knew what was going to happen from the day she got married. The fourth room wants an heir, he can't have a queen in Rongcheng, Nan Chun'er must be pregnant with a child in the fourth room. Weisheng Rongcheng can't do it, and the child's father can only choose from Weisheng Rongmian and Weisheng Rongci.

This is the dark side of such a big family, cruel, filthy, but helpless.

Weisheng Rongcheng had long known that there would be such a day, his wife, the title of the woman he loved the most, was given by him, and the husband and wife were actually given by others.

The outside world talked about it as an interesting matter, and they speculated whether it was a micro-life or a micro-life.

It is the most likely to choose Weisheng Rongmian, because he is the most suitable age, and he is now in a high position, no matter how it is calculated, it is the best choice.

Wei Shengrong is still young, although it is not impossible, but it is indeed difficult for some strong people.

"Hahahahahaha They all said that if they were a micro-born Rong City, they might as well die.

"You say how depressed he is, his stuff can't do it directly, and he can't even survive a small seed, and the IVF is blind. "Jiang Zuchen sometimes hurts people very ruthlessly.

Luo Jue was not so ruthless, he would even sympathize, "If you want to say that this micro life is really ruthless, he really might as well kill him with one shot back then, and let his nephew suffer such crimes." ”

At the school celebration ball, people took advantage of the chaos to shoot off his roots, so that he would never be able to inherit the throne. There is no conclusion about that incident so far, nothing can be found, and those attendants have extinguished their mouths and fled, and there is no trace to be found at all.

Some people suspect that it is a micro-sheng Rongmian, after all, he is indeed the biggest beneficiary after this incident, and he passed it to Diana and enjoys distinguished treatment. In fact, Weisheng Rongcheng also thinks so now, he hates him to the bone, and he doesn't want him to die all the time.

Some people suspect that they are just trying to lose a strong competitor.

There are also people who suspect that it was not done by the people of the Weisheng family, and the purpose is to cause chaos in the family and greatly dampen their spirit.

Only very few people who know about Weisheng Qingfeng will suspect that it is him, and Weisheng Rongcheng is not one of these very few people.

"I think, Nan Chun'er should choose Weisheng Rongci, after all, Weisheng Rongcheng hates you to death. Xie Yi said, "It's not easy to let your son recognize a thief as his father, unless he is looking for abuse." ”

There was a hint of blue and black under Wei Shengrongmian's eyes, like a layer of demonic smoky makeup. He hadn't slept well for a long time, and he was annoyed to listen to the gossip of these big men in his office every day.

"Judging from the business history during this time, Weisheng Rongcheng and Weisheng Qingfeng have a tendency to join forces. "Micro-sleep raises an important question.

Everyone's faces changed slightly, and they stopped gossiping, and listened carefully to his analysis.

The shares of these two belong to the top of the pyramid, and once they join forces, it will become tricky on the side of micro-life and sleep. Wei Sheng Qingfeng doesn't have to worry that he will take the position, such cooperation is extremely beneficial to him, and I have to say that this is a good move.

Jiang Zuchen took a sip, "It's really shameless, either marry or join forces, just like that!"

"Weisheng Rongcheng is also a fool, just believing in Weisheng Qingfeng, he will be killed by him sooner or later!" Xie Yi was indignant.

Jiang Zuchen hadn't scolded enough, "I don't know what to do! Ah Lang, his wife!"

“......”

“......”

Not only people from the outside world are curious, but even his brothers are curious. Who will this top beauty Nan Chun'er choose?

The mystery was soon revealed, and it was a micro-sleep.

The eldest sister Weisheng Rongxue suddenly came to an inexplicable family banquet, saying that she hadn't gotten together with her brothers and sisters for a long time, and that everyone had a meal at Weisheng's house at the end of the year.

The micro-born star diaphragm was originally going to join in the fun, but was driven back by the micro-born Rongxue. He is the son of Weisheng Rongxue, and he is older than his uncle Weisheng Rongxue.

To borrow a few words that Wei Sheng Qingnian said in front of the elders before: "Uncles, uncles, brothers, if you control yourself a little, the generations of our Wei Sheng family will not be so chaotic! Our Wei Sheng family is not short of this money, isn't it good to do more safety measures at ordinary times? I can't afford to buy any contraceptives and tell me, I can't buy them for you?"

She is not afraid of anyone, and she will be scared when she says it.

This illegitimate child after another is really annoying, and people who are over fifty years old still don't know how to measure, which makes the generations in the family more and more chaotic.

But you can still endure it when the generations are messed up, and if you make it clear, there will never be any big problems that make people laugh.

But some things are messed up, they can't be explained clearly, and they have nowhere to complain if they are cuckolded.

This dinner has a quirky atmosphere.

The micro-life Rongcheng taste is the same as chewing wax, the micro-life is uneasy, and the micro-life is sleepy and relaxed.

I thought that the heroic eldest sister would talk about Nan Chun'er directly at the dinner, but it didn't, and everyone ended the dinner after chatting awkwardly. Each went back to his room, and this was the end of the greetings.