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He Tiantian did not deny what her husband said.

“Yes, my relationship with Qi Zhengmin is not just friendship, but also kinship,” He Tiantian said. “Anyway, you don’t understand things between women, so I’m not going to talk to you about it.”

"If you won't talk about it, then do it." Huo Yingjie was displeased when he heard He Tiantian's somewhat perfunctory tone, so he made his presence known.

He Tiantian was in a good mood today, unlike her usual shyness. Instead, she was more relaxed and waited for Huo Yingjie's caresses.

Huo Yingjie gave a wicked smile and reached into the drawer to take out a bottle of chrysanthemum wine.

This was something Huo Yingjie had secretly hidden away during the Mid-Autumn Festival, and hadn't used it until today.

Huo Yingjie took a sip, then kissed He Tiantian, transferring the rich and mellow wine from his mouth to hers.

Every feeding is a sweet kiss.

Soon, He Tiantian blushed, her movements became more graceful and alluring, her body became more supple, and even her voice became charming and lovely.

The empty wine bottle was thrown under the bed by Huo Yingjie.

Then came another round of urgent and intense kisses.

"Mmm..." He Tiantian's face flushed, her complexion like a peach blossom, burning with Huo Yingjie's passion, and she unconsciously let out a charming moan.

He Tiantian, after getting drunk, was so enthusiastic that Huo Yingjie was overjoyed.

The tingling sensation that started at the base of her tongue instantly spread throughout her entire body.

She was wearing loungewear, and Huo Yingjie's hand easily slipped inside her clothes.

The skin is soft, delicate, firm, and elastic, making it irresistible and captivating.

Just as the person beneath him was about to melt into a pool of spring water, Huo Yingjie finally left those luscious lips and moved downwards...

A slender neck, graceful collarbones, and fair, angry skin.

It's so lovely that you can't bear to part with it.

"Yingjie..." He Tiantian's voice was so sweet it seemed to melt your bones, "Don't torture me anymore, hurry... hurry up..."

Hearing He Tiantian's urging, Huo Yingjie squeezed the soft flesh under his hand hard. After hearing Lin Shufen's soft moan, he chuckled twice and followed He Tiantian to the peak of lovemaking, enjoying the release of passion.

After an unknown amount of time, He Tiantian felt very comfortable but also very tired. However, she no longer had the energy to remind Huo Yingjie to pick up the wine bottle from under the bed, so she drifted off to sleep.

The next morning, Huo Yingjie and He Tiantian were woken up by the sound of Xiao Sanzi.

Oh dear, this brat is more punctual than a rooster crowing. He wakes up around six o'clock every morning, and then he cries when no one pays attention to him.

A complete brat.

Huo Yingjie knew He Tiantian was tired, so he said softly, "You continue to sleep, I'll come over."

Now someone else makes breakfast. Unless someone special comes over, He Tiantian doesn't make breakfast anymore.

"Brother Yingjie is so nice." He Tiantian poked her head out and said sweetly before curling up under the covers to continue sleeping.

Even if she couldn't sleep, she wanted to stay in bed a little longer.

Huo Yingjie chuckled, put on his pajamas, and went to his son's room next door.

The brat is angry and has thrown all the blankets and quilts on the floor.

Huo Yingjie smiled, squinted his eyes, took out the clothes He Tiantian had prepared last night, and helped Huo Ruifeng put them on. After putting on his shoes, Huo Ruifeng was about to run out, but Huo Yingjie stopped him.

"Pick up the blankets and pillows from the floor." Huo Yingjie wasn't smiling as usual; his face was serious. Today, he was going to teach Xiao Sanzi a lesson.

"Where's Mom?" Little Sanzi changed the subject when he saw that his father was angry, but he didn't pick up the things on the ground.

"Pick it up," Huo Yingjie said softly, blocking the doorway.

Huo Yingjie looked serious. He wouldn't let Huo Ruifeng leave until Huo Ruifeng picked it up.

"I miss my mom." Huo Ruifeng felt that his mom was good; whenever he cried, his mom would fulfill his requests.

"Pick it up."

I'm thirsty.

"Pick it up."

"I...I'm hungry."

"Pick it up."

"I...I need to pee..."

"Pick it up."

Huo Ruifeng gave many excuses, but Huo Yingjie replied with "pick it up" to each one.

Huo Ruifeng's stubborn temper flared up, and he covered his eyes with both hands and burst into tears.

"Daddy's bad, Daddy's bad... I want Mommy..." Huo Ruifeng tried to rush past his father, but bumped into him.

"Pick it up." Huo Yingjie repeated the same thing.

Huo Ruifeng thought his loud crying would attract his mother, Grandma Wang, and his older brother and sister, but now they seemed not to hear him at all, and no one came over.

Only Dad was at the door.

"Dad, I'll pick it up later." Two-year-old Huo Ruifeng spoke fluently as he negotiated with his father.

“Pick it up.” Huo Yingjie neither smiled nor got angry.

Go ahead and cry, he's set up a barrier anyway, no one else can hear you.

If this kid isn't taught a lesson, he'll be climbing on roofs and tearing off tiles; he'll be utterly lawless.

Stared at by his father like that, Huo Ruifeng cried for a while without any "reinforcements." He then obediently picked up the blanket and pillow and put them on his crib.

"Dad, I'm going out," Huo Ruifeng said. Tears only worked on his mother, not his father.

"Will you still waste other people's hard work in the future?" Huo Yingjie asked, squatting down to be at eye level with his son. "If you don't respect other people's hard work, you're destined to become a spendthrift."

He cannot tolerate such a thing.

"But no one is with me." Huo Ruifeng didn't think he was wrong.

“Your brother and sister don’t cry or throw tantrums when they wake up in the morning, and they certainly don’t throw their blankets and pillows on the floor,” Huo Yingjie explained. Fortunately, his son and daughter set a good example for his younger brother.

"But...but..." Huo Ruifeng couldn't find any words to refute it. Yes, his older brother and sister wouldn't cry.

“If you cry, people will laugh at you. You're shameful,” Huo Yingjie said.

Huo Ruifeng wrinkled his nose, a little shyly, and said, "Okay, Dad, I won't cry anymore, but Mom has to come and stay with me."

That's my wife, she has to stay with me!

"Ahem!" Huo Yingjie couldn't say this to his son, so he had to change the subject. "Didn't you want to learn kung fu? Get up, I'll teach you."

"Is it like the kung fu of Shaolin Temple?" Huo Ruifeng watched the movie with the adults and only remembered the monks holding sticks and humming "Hmph, hah, hey."

"Uh, more or less." Huo Yingjie didn't know how to explain, after all, his son was too young, he would wait until he was older.

"Okay, I'll learn then." Huo Ruifeng nodded. "Dad, let's begin."

Just now, Huo Ruifeng was still hating his father, but now that he heard his father teaching him kung fu, he forgot about his hatred and only wanted his father to teach him quickly.