Feng Hao didn't say much, just said "um" and hung up the phone.

"Who called?" Xia Yucheng, who was nesting in the sofa and reading the interior design and decoration brochure, raised his head slightly.

"Woman!" Feng Hao stood by the window, with a little evil smile on his handsome face.

"Nasty!"

"It's Merlin!" Feng Hao walked over and sat down beside her, "Not worried now?Want to track my call history?"

As he spoke, he threw the phone to her: "Take it and see it, feel free!"

"How can you not worry?" Xia Yucheng's face was hot, and he didn't dare to look up, just lowered his eyes and looked at the album, his mobile phone was on the album, "Put it away!"

She picked up her phone and stuffed it to him.

Feng Hao put away his mobile phone, snatched the album, threw it aside, and then hugged her in his arms, and said softly: "I know that you care about your brother's case, don't worry!"

"Hmm!" Xia Yucheng nodded and leaned into his arms.

"I see that grandma is so busy these days, I don't have time to be angry with you!"

"I went to buy some baby velvet for her, saying that the baby will wear a lot in the future, and she should prepare more. Although my grandmother didn't smile at me, she didn't hesitate at all when she took it. I heard Caritas say that she now does one thing every day, weaving ......"

"How powerful are you going to turn your grandma into a weaver?" he lowered his head, resting his head on her neck, laughing, and the hot breath from his mouth tickled her.

"Is it that funny?" she tried to hide, but he held her tightly and hugged her tightly.

"Good eye, you man!" his mellow and low monotone always had a bit of a deceptive flavor.

"I've seen narcissism, I've never seen you so narcissistic!"

"But I see why you smile so sweetly, you must be secretly happy in your heart!"

Xia Yucheng couldn't help laughing: "Yes, I'm happy!" After a pause, she asked again, "Hao, do you think we can have a baby before my brother's case goes to trial?"

The man holding her did not answer her immediately, but let his scorching body heat iron her.

He didn't speak, his breathing became more and more rapid, and his big hands slipped into her pajamas, caressing her smooth skin with gentle caresses.

Under the dim and soft light, the deep eyes were filled with a thick desire and longing.

"Don't make a ......fuss," Xia Yucheng shouted softly, his face was slightly red, and he leaned his head on his chest, his body was soft and numb.

Her delicate shouting was like a dose of love poison, which made Feng Hao lose control in an instant.

He wrenched her body and pressed her under him, kisses raining down her forehead, nose, cheeks, and lips......

After a while, he raised his head and looked down on her, his gentle eyes overflowing with pampering and pity.

"Remember the town we visited?" he asked, lazily touching her hot cheek.

"Hmm!" she nodded.

"You sang me the song "Peony Pavilion" that day, and sang it to me again. He pulled her up and stood up with her in his arms.

Xia Yucheng replied shyly: "I can't sing well again, besides, if you let me sing like this now, I can't sing." ”

"I want to hear it!"

After thinking about it, she nodded, and with a slight push of her arm, she pushed him to the couch and sat down. Then she leaned sideways, gave him a coquettish look, straightened her long messy hair, and cleared her throat.