Wen Xuan was stunned for a moment, then looked back at her and squeezed his eyes at her. Very ambiguous expression.

But soon, Wenxuan tasted the pain of being empty of people and money.

Because, when he returned home, Wen Tingyu began to get tired of He Mengjie's request: "Little mother sleep with me today, sleep with me?" ”

He Mengjie couldn't help laughing, turned her head and glanced at Wen Xuan, Wen Xuan's eyes were very gloomy.

The corners of He Mengjie's mouth were about to tremble, and she finally couldn't help laughing, she patted Wen Tingyu's head and said, "You ask your father, agree or not, if he agrees, the little mother will sleep with you." ”

How could Wenxuan disagree, how dare he disagree.

After taking a bath, He Mengjie lay down beside Wen Tingyu, patting his body and humming nursery rhymes, humming so much that he was a little drowsy.

Then, suddenly, she felt as if two burning eyes were projected on her face. As soon as she turned her head unconcernedly, she saw Wen Xuan standing at the door.

He also took a shower, his hair damp and drooping over his head. He leaned on the doorframe and turned his head to look at her, his eyes a little ecstasy, a little resentment.

He Mengjie laughed out loud with a "flutter", how did she feel, the way he was holding the door frame looked like he was pole dancing?

Wen Xuan's nose furrowed, and then his eyebrows were gathered together.

He walked in on tiptoe, stood on the edge of the bed, and looked down at Wen Tingyu.

Wen Tingyu's thick eyelashes covered his eyes, and he had fallen asleep peacefully.

Wen Xuan snorted softly from his nose, glared at He Mengjie, and said softly, "You did it on purpose, right?" ”

He Mengjie covered her mouth and chuckled lightly, but did not speak.

Wen Xuan leaned over, and with a sharp stretch of his long arm, he hooked He Mengjie's waist.

He Mengjie covered her mouth and snorted softly, and hurriedly knocked his hand off: "Don't press the child, be serious!" ”

Wen Xuan raised his eyebrows, let go of his hand, and shook his chin: "Go!" ”

He Mengjie didn't move.

Wen Xuan was about to hook her again, she hurriedly chuckled and rolled over from the bed and got down.

As soon as the foot hit the ground, it immediately hung in the air again.

Wen Xuan unexpectedly hugged her horizontally and walked out the door.

"Oh, I haven't put on my shoes yet......" He Mengjie said softly.

"You don't have to wear it."

"Why?"

"I'll send you back when I'm done." Wen Xuan lowered his head and buried his lips in her neck socket, his voice muffled.

Enter the house and close the door. He Mengjie was thrown onto the big bed. Before he could catch his breath, he was tightly pressed under his body by Wen Xuan.

His lips covered softly and hotly, roaming around her snow-white neck, occasionally biting lightly, making He Mengjie crispy and itchy, and couldn't help but smile.

"Are you a dog?" He Mengjie said with a chuckle.

Wen Xuan raised his head, his dark eyes misty, "I'm a wolf." Then he bowed his head again.

For a long time, the two slept in their pajamas and hugged each other.

He Mengjie's heart was agitated, and she couldn't help asking, "Why did you stop?" ”

At the critical moment when he was about to break through the bottom line, he suddenly stopped, inhaled deeply, but did not touch her again.

She was both happy and disappointed. Happily, his restraint showed that he cherished her, and disappointed that he was actually eager to give more in his heart.

It's not that she doesn't understand shame, it's just that she can't help it. In her life, there had never been a man who made her feel so excited and safe.