Creek House, London

For dinner, Zhang Zijun drank a few mouthfuls of soup and went upstairs, while Tong Zhenyu, who came back late from work, was still drinking soup there slowly.

Since she returned from the hospital after giving birth, their bedroom has moved from the first floor to the upstairs master bedroom, which in turn has been given to Aunt Luo.

When there was only one child in Yun Feng before, Yun Feng lived in the same room with them at night, sometimes Yun Feng slept in their bed, and sometimes Tong Zhenyu put Yun Feng in the crib next to him.

But since Yunxi came back, Yunfeng couldn't sleep in this bedroom anymore, because Tong Zhenyu was already very tired from work during the day, and he couldn't let him take care of the children at night.

And Yunxi is small, the amount of milk she drinks is limited, and she eats a lot of times a day, so she takes care of Yunxi very hard, so naturally she can't take care of Yunfeng anymore.

Therefore, poor Yunfeng was directly thrown to Aunt Luo after his little sister came back, and even the evening food that originally belonged to him was forced to give up to his sister Xiaoyunxi.

In a blink of an eye, Yunxi has been back for three days, and in the past three days, Zhang Zijun is really tired.

So, after going upstairs, she first fed Xiao Yunxi, saw that she was asleep before putting her in the crib, and then took her pajamas and yawned and went to the bathroom to take a bath.

Tong Zhenyu finished dinner, and it happened that Xiao Yunfeng woke up when Aunt Luo was cleaning up the dishes and chopsticks, so after a tiring day, he hurriedly played the role of a father and made milk powder for his son to feed his son.

By the time Tong Zhenyu fed his son and coaxed him to sleep, it was already half an hour later.

The upstairs bedroom was quiet, and the big bed was empty, and there was no shadow of Zhang Zijun, only Xiao Yunxi, who was sleeping very deeply, in the crib next to him.

The bathroom door was closed, and the light shone through the frosted glass, but not the slightest sound of water could be heard.

"Zijun?"

Tong Zhenyu knocked on the door and called a few times in a row, but there was no answer in the bathroom, and I don't know if she didn't hear it.

His brows furrowed instinctively, and he couldn't help but feel a little worried, and without thinking too much, he directly pushed open the door and walked in.

As soon as the door was pushed open, I immediately felt the mist in the bathroom, and in the big bathtub, a floating bath towel and a face with a porcelain pillow were obviously asleep.

It seems that in the past three days, Yunxi has tossed her a lot.

Tong Zhenyu shook his head a little helplessly, sighed slightly, and then tiptoed over, stretched out his hand, and took a goose yellow bath towel from the shelf next to him, and then reached out and fished the person out of the bathtub directly.

With such a big move, Zhang Zijun woke up from a deep sleep, she yawned, her slender eyelashes stirred a few times, raised her hand and rubbed her eyes, and then saw Tong Zhenyu standing in front of her-

And in his hand, he was still carrying a goose-yellow bath towel.

"Coming up so soon?" She blinked, yawned, and asked in a slightly hoarse voice.

Tong Zhenyu didn't squeak, he squeaked and looked at her with low eyes, and Zhang Zijun, who realized it later, only reacted when he found the cremation in Tong Zhenyu's eyes that was jumping.

She almost subconsciously followed his gaze to her body, and then—

"Ah.......h

"Tong Zhenyu, you ....... You're a hooligan! Zhang Zijun's face was already twisted, obviously a little angry.

Rogue? Tong Zhenyu raised his eyebrows, it seems that only Zhang Zijun, a woman, dares to use this word on him.

Looking at her face, which was flushed red with anger, he couldn't help but chuckle, and simply reached out and pulled the bath towel wrapped around her, and threw it away, and the bath towel fell directly into the bathtub.

"Hey......" Zhang Zijun covered the two points above him with his hands in a panic and exclaimed.

"Hooligans?" Tong Zhenyu stared at her with a low smile, and his dark voice was slightly hoarse: "It seems that I haven't been a hooligan to you for a long time." ”

Zhang Zijun's face was hot in an instant, and he couldn't help but glared at him in annoyance: "Go out, I want to get dressed, besides, don't run in casually when I take a shower in the future, do you understand.......

"I don't understand!" He didn't wait for her to finish speaking, and gave a negative answer.

She was slightly stunned, and he had already lowered down, his thin lips spitting hot breath in her ear, making her neck instinctively feel hot, tickling.

By the time she reacted, Tong Zhenyu had already put her against the sink next to the bathtub, and he was leisurely unbuttoning his shirt with one hand.

And his body, like a wall, blocked her in front of her, not giving her a chance to escape at all.

"Hey, Tong Zhenyu, you ....... What do you mean? Zhang Zijun shouted in panic.

"What do you say?" The smile on his face meant something else.

"I....... I don't know....." Zhang Zijun stammered, that kind of thing has been a few months ago, and she seems to be very rusty.

"Don't know?" Tong Zhenyu pulled off the shirt on his body, and his hardcover body looked particularly powerful under the light.

His dark eyes burned with flames, and one hand clasped her two hands that were restlessly trying to push him away.

"I'll let you know what I mean right now." As the words fell, his other hand had already gone to untie his belt.

"You..... You're ..... You're a perverted ........"

Zhang Zijun, who couldn't break free, trembled involuntarily under his blazing eyes, and couldn't help but scold.

"Color?" He couldn't help but laugh when he heard her words: "Wife, you are standing in front of me without an inch, if I haven't reacted at all, you probably should be worried about your sexual well-being, don't you say?" ”

"......." she was directly speechless, and the thinking of men and women was really not on the same channel.

"I just gave birth," she said, quickly making excuses for herself.

"Just born?" He raised his eyebrows: "Haven't you been giving birth for more than three months?" ”

"But the doctor said ........"

"The doctor said that it would be OK to go back to the hospital for examination after giving birth to a child forty days later," Tong Zhenyu quickly cut off her words: "It seems that you went back to the hospital for a reexamination forty days after giving birth, right?" ”

"I ...... My great aunt is here. She continued to prevaricate.

"Auntie?" He raised his eyebrows again: "Are you sure your lactating aunt will visit?" ”

"I....... I'm tired......"

"You just pushed me with so much strength, where is there a trace of tiredness? It is clearly very spiritual. ”

"I....... Uh-huh......."

Tong Zhenyu didn't give Zhang Zijun a chance to continue with me, he bent down and picked her up directly, turned around and walked out of the bathroom, and came to the bedroom.

By the time she fully reacted, he had already placed him on the big bed, and the bedroom was only lit by the lamp on the bedside table, and the goose yellow light reflected the whole bedroom extraordinarily warmly.

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