Xia Tong breathed a little, she stood on tiptoe to hug him, tightly, buried her head in his neck socket, and almost greedily absorbed his taste.

"Okay, let's have a baby," she paused, not forgetting to take the opportunity to remind him, "but you can't stay up late"

Night Thunder Lord didn't make a sound, his lips kissed her ear, and the next second he had already hugged her horizontally.

"What are you doing" Xia Tong was unexpected, startled, but looked up at the man's burning eyes, those eyes were so deep that they seemed to devour her.

"Make man." The man replied to her, and then strode towards the big **.

Xia Tong was a little helpless, tugging at the collar of his shirt tightly, still making a final struggle in his mouth.

"Can you wait for the night?"

"No, you can't." He threw her into the bunk, and her tall body was about to be pressed down.

"Let's Evening"

The man was indifferent, and while holding her down, he began to unbutton her shirt.

"It's okay at night" Xia Tong was still struggling to death, because of the man's movements, his heartbeat was accelerating.

"Don't move, good"

Ye Tingjue hooked his lips, his handsome face felt extreme, and his deep voice was almost **, making it difficult to resist.

Under his gentle caresses, Xia Tong finally couldn't say a word, and his whole person was as paralyzed as spring water.

At noon, the two finally walked out of the master bedroom, and during the meal, Steward Wei told Xia Tong that Ji Wanyu had already eaten.

Xia Tong nodded, thinking in his heart that he hadn't been with his mother for a long time, and he would take her to various places on the island in the afternoon.

She told Nightshade about her thoughts, and he said yes, and said he would go too.

Xia Tong was naturally high-minded, and when he started eating, his eyebrows fluttered, and the three little maids on the side couldn't help but smile.

"What are you laughing at" Xia Tong glanced at the three of them, and for the first time found that they were so relaxed in front of Night Thunder Jue.

The three little maids shook their heads collectively, and their movements were all in unison.

Xia Tong retracted his gaze, his eyes turned to the man opposite, the smile on his red lips was the largest, and his smile was sweet.

The maids were not afraid of him, and it was also because of the name Night Thunder Lord that he was much gentler, in fact, she also felt that his expression was not as terrifying as before recently.

He is so good, warm and handsome.

Night Thunderlord glanced at her, and was about to get up and walk over, when Blazing Eagle approached the dining room.

"Young master, your phone" He handed the phone to him with both hands and lowered his eyes respectfully.

"Hmm" Night Thunder Jue raised his eyebrows, and his handsome face turned cold.

"The phone number of the New York Stock Exchange." The eagle reciprocated, raised his eyes, saw his cold expression, and then lowered his head again.

The atmosphere dropped in an instant, and the servants and the three little maids on the scene also lowered their heads, not daring to look at it again.

An Xin was born timid, and when he saw the wanton cold aura around Ye Tingjue's body, his body trembled slightly.

"You guys go out first." Xia Tong saw it, so he softly motioned for everyone to retreat.

The servants couldn't ask for it, and when they heard the young grandmother's words, they hurriedly saluted, and then left in a hurry.

At this time, Ye Tingjue had already taken the mobile phone, stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling window with one hand in his pocket, and his voice was extremely cold: "How many times do you want me to remind me to contact the secretary's office directly if there is anything?"

The man's cold voice visibly suppressed his anger, and although it was not loud, it was chilling.

Xia Tong frowned, walked up to Lie Ying, and asked in a low voice, "Is something serious?"

"It's okay, don't worry." Fierce Eagle replied in a suppressed voice, "The stock market in the United States has been turbulent in the past month, and Wall Street in New York hopes that the young master will pass." "/ Mo Xiaotao author strongly recommended - handsome uncle, don't be too anxious Chinese network