Jiang Ruo walked up to Wen Hao, squatted down, and touched his head, "Do you miss your mother?"

Wen Hao reached out to hug Jiang Ruo, snuggled in her arms, and nodded aggrievedly: "Yes."

Wen Yuan stood beside him, looking at the scene of his mother's filial piety, the corners of his mouth were slightly raised, and he was satisfied and relieved in his heart.

He really wanted to be immersed in this moment, to tell the wheel of time not to go any further.

He doesn't have much strength and courage to continue on the road ahead.

Wen Yuan copied his pocket with one hand, picked up the cup on the table with the other hand, and took a sip of water, his slender fingers with sharp bones shone with bright light, white and beautiful like a work of art, and the gaze that fell on Jiang Ruo did not take half a minute away.

He stared at the woman closely.

From above to below, everywhere, it grows on his aesthetics, so how can he not love?

Jiang Ruo's black sexy outfit made him feel dry inexplicably.

Originally, she wore a shallow long trench coat on the outside, and when she entered the house, she thought that there was rain on her clothes, so she skillfully took them off, and on the inside she was wearing a black sequined hip skirt, which was very short, very short, so short that it was as short as her buttocks.

Under the skirt, her fair and straight legs were wrapped in translucent and shimmering black silk, which made people's hearts itch more and more, and it was difficult to suppress their desires.

What Wen Yuan didn't know was that her skirt was empty.

There was a turbulent change in the man's heart, and he tried to suppress it, but the waves did not stop, so he had to pretend to remain silent, holding back the restlessness that was about to rush out of the cage.

Jiang Ruo lifted Wen Hao's sleeve to check his arm, and looked at his body carefully, and asked with concern, "Did that bad aunt bully you again?"

Wen Hao shook his head obediently, "No."

Jiang Ruo: "Does the bad aunt also live here?"

Wen Hao: "Hmm."

Sure enough, they lived together.

Suddenly, Jiang Ruo felt that the plan in his heart could be implemented!

It was a great opportunity for Ruan Min to watch the live version.

On a rainy night, a rival in love comes to the door and rolls with her boyfriend, a woman will be mad, right?

But...

Before you want to make this kind of love between adult men and women, you have to take Wen Hao away.

Otherwise, it would be too embarrassing to be seen by his son.

A child who is only three years old cannot teach him badly.

Wearing a skirt that is too short, when Jiang Ruo squats down, she will inadvertently reveal something, and she herself is not aware of it.

Wen Yuan, who was standing behind her, looked at it all.

The man raised his eyebrows, surprised, and full of joy.

Not worn?

She's so bold!

Let's talk about which woman in the whole world is like her, she doesn't want to be reserved at all, she is debauched and frivolous, and when she sees a man she likes, she pounces directly.

Eat dry and wipe clean, she is the most ruthless.

"Hao Hao, will you go upstairs to play first?" Jiang Ruo rubbed Wen Hao's head, his voice was soft, and he discussed with him, "Mom and Dad have something to discuss."

Don't look at Wen Hao is only three years old, he understands what he should understand and what he shouldn't understand.

Wen Hao said in a shocking voice: "Is Mom going to do something shameful with Dad?"

Hearing his son say this, Jiang Ruo instantly blushed and his heart beat, and he was so ashamed that he couldn't do it.

Wen Yuan spoke to ease the awkward atmosphere: "Where did the child come from so many words?"

"I'm three years old, not too young." Wen Hao pouted unconvinced.

I don't know which old man in his thirties cries crying uglier than him, a three-year-old child.

When was it not he, a three-year-old child, who touched his head and comforted him?

"Your mom told you to go back to the room, just hurry." Wen Yuan crossed the river and demolished the bridge, and kicked his son when he ran out, revealing the coercion of Yan's father.

Jiang Ruo: "?"

She didn't seem to say let her son go, right?

Wen Hao tugged at Jiang Ruo's sleeve, leaned on Jiang Ruo's ear and whispered, "Mom, I have something to tell you, I can't let Dad know

It's going to be."

"Okay." After Jiang Ruo glanced at Wen Yuan, he was led to the bedroom by his son.

When he was about to go upstairs, Wen Hao secretly turned around and grimaced at Wen Yuan, as if to say: Look, my mother still likes me more.

Wen Hao's bedroom is decorated in a fresh and bright dark blue.

There are also starry sky projection lights on the ceiling, and they are warmly arranged everywhere.

Wen Hao said in a cheerful tone as if showing off his baby: "Dad said that Mom likes blue, so she arranged it blue for me, but I like it too."

Mom likes it, he likes it.

Jiang Ruo: "Haohao, what do you want to tell your mother?"

Wen Hao: "Dad, he..."

..

When Jiang Ruo went downstairs again, he saw Wen Yuan sitting on the sofa and smoking, in the smoke, his bewitching face was blurred and hazy, his body was lazy and decadent, and there was a touch of scarlet between his fingers holding the cigarette.

Jiang Ruo took off his slippers and stepped barefoot on the white and soft carpet.

The feet are as white and delicate as hers, the soles of the feet are very thin, each finger is delicate and lovely, a few pale cyan veins extend on the instep, and the delicate skin shines with a quiet and seductive luster, as smooth and moist as milk.

She is all over her body, and she is rare everywhere.

Jiang Ruo walked to Wen Yuan's side softly, sat on his lap skillfully, she had the courage that other women did not have, took the cigarette in his mouth, and said with concern: "Don't smoke, it's not good for your health."

Cigarettes were something he had to quit with great difficulty.

As he spoke, Jiang Ruo's soft and warm fingertips came to the temples on both sides of Wen Yuan, gently rubbed them, and helped him massage, "You pay more attention to your body in the future, don't let Hao Hao worry."

"I can't be by Haohao's side all the time, he only has you."

"Obedient, I broke up with Ruan Min."

Wen Yuan's eyes were chaotic and deep, like an old dry well, dead and silent, reflecting Jiang Ruo's more and more charming little face, just like back then, the color was undiminished.

What is she talking about?

Tell him to pay more attention to his body?

More than half of the reason for his current body is due to her.

For her to be shot in the head by Huo Jinting, for her to fight with Wen Huai to break her head, for her several times I didn't even want my life.

But not only did she not love him, but she also thought about killing him.

At the beginning in Myanmar and Vietnam, he believed in her so much and spoiled her so much, so he taught her self-defense and marksmanship, but in the opposite turn, what he taught her was all used on him.

She shot him, and the bullet went into his flesh and soul, numbing him to the point of pain in retrospect.

How can he be confident?

Confident that she will truly love him, care about him, and care about him?

After all, it is difficult to settle.

Wen Yuan raised Jiang Ruo's face and mocked in a sharp tone: "Jiang Ruo, don't come to me in the future, your husband won't let me go."

Jiang Ruo: "What's wrong with Brother Ahuai?"

Wen Yuan slightly lifted the thick blue that hung down from his forehead, and a wound appeared clearly, "See? Your husband beat me."

"Wen Huai wants to kill me!"

Jiang Ruo gently stroked the scar, a little distressed and said, "I can tell Brother Ahuai not to hurt you."

"What's the use of you?" The corners of Wen Yuan's mouth were slightly hooked, his eyes were closed, his head was leaning on the sofa, and the corners of his eyes and eyebrows showed a little tiredness, "He's going to kill me."