Chapter 17, Chapter 106: "Son to Father..."

He Qingzhao braced himself against the corridor wall with one hand, his tall and imposing figure enveloping the petite woman in his arms. He lowered his head, kissed her cheek, and said with a smile, "Unless you feed me too."

Cheng Jiamo couldn't be bothered to pay attention to his lewd remarks. She pushed his arm away and turned to leave.

He Qingzhao wrapped his arms around her waist and pulled her into his embrace, holding her tightly. He lowered his chin so that it touched her forehead: "You can breastfeed until eight months, but you are not allowed to breastfeed after eight o'clock every night."

Cheng Jiamo turned to look at him, her delicate brows furrowing slightly: "The baby is only six months old. Even if weaning from nighttime feedings, it has to be done gradually. It takes time. You can't just stop immediately."

He Qingzhao replied with a smile, "I didn't say they should stop breastfeeding at night immediately. I just said they shouldn't drink breast milk at night anymore, and they can drink formula if they want milk at night."

Cheng Jiamo: "My milk supply has increased now. If I don't breastfeed at night, my breasts will become engorged, and I'll feel very uncomfortable."

He Qingzhao lowered his head and pecked her lips: "Husband will help you."

Cheng Jiamo pushed him away: "Go away, I don't want to discuss this with you anymore."

He Qingzhao tightened his arms and hugged her tightly: "If you don't agree, wean her now, and don't let her eat during the day either."

Looking at his shameless appearance, Cheng Jiamo couldn't help but laugh: "You, you're getting more and more childish at your age, like a little kid." She poked He Qingzhao's muscular chest with her finger.

He Qingzhao chuckled lazily, lowered his head and kissed her fair and smooth forehead. His sexy and sharp lips slid down her forehead, landing on her delicate and pretty nose, and then on her moist and tender red lips, rubbing and kneading her red lips inch by inch.

Cheng Jiamo reacted to his kiss and hurriedly pushed him away, saying, "Don't kiss here, it's not good if someone sees us."

It would have been better if she hadn't said those words. After she did, He Qingzhao kissed her even more fiercely. He grabbed her soft, slender waist with his large hands, pressed his knees between her legs, pinned her against the wall, and sucked and licked her soft lips.

Cheng Jiamo didn't gain much weight during her pregnancy. Apart from her belly getting bigger like an inflating balloon, she didn't gain any weight in her arms or legs.

After her postpartum period, she did postpartum rehabilitation training every day, followed by yoga, running, and swimming. In short, she insisted on exercising every day, and after three months, her figure returned to its pre-pregnancy state, or even better.

Because her breasts became very large during breastfeeding, her waist appeared even thinner, giving her an hourglass figure that made her even more alluring and charming.

He Qingzhao was constantly aroused, but Cheng Jiamo focused all her attention on the child and had to breastfeed the baby at night, leaving He Qingzhao constantly hungry.

Since Cheng Jiamo became pregnant, He Qingzhao has never been able to enjoy himself to the fullest. He has been holding back, and now he has reached his limit.

He gripped Cheng Jiamo's nape with one hand and kneaded her soft waist with the other, kissing her fiercely.

When the kiss ended, he was breathing heavily, his voice hoarse: "I'm kissing my own wife in my own home, do I have to worry about what others think?"

After saying that, he kissed her fiercely again.

Cheng Jiamo pushed his face away, wrapped her arms around his neck and said coquettishly, "Let's go back to the room, let's kiss each other as much as we want in the room."

He Qingzhao carried her back to the room, closed the door, and quickly carried her to the sofa.

"Don't rush." ​​Cheng Jiamo put her hands on his shoulders, seeing his impatient look. "I just finished feeding him and haven't washed yet. I'll go wash up."

He Qingzhao raised his head slightly, his voice low and husky: "No need to wash, my wife is very clean and smells very good."

From that day on, Cheng Jiamo essentially had to feed "three children," feeding the two younger ones during the day and the older one at night. As a result, when the two children were ten months old, and breastfeeding had been stopped for more than half a month, she still hadn't stopped producing milk.

Cheng Jiamo had spoiled He Qingzhao for two months, giving him her time every night and letting him do whatever he wanted.

She felt that two months was enough to make up for his six-month absence, and she couldn't spoil him anymore, so she sent He Qingzhao to the second bedroom that night.

He Qingzhao stood outside the door and knocked: "Wife, open the door, I promise I won't do anything."

Cheng Jiamo spoke to him through the door: "Starting today, we'll sleep in separate beds for half a month. We'll talk again after that."

He Qingzhao couldn't stand Cheng Jiamo sleeping in a separate bed from him. He couldn't even stand it for a day, let alone half a month. That very night, he secretly climbed into the master bedroom where Cheng Jiamo was sleeping.

He dared not be presumptuous again, carefully holding her in his arms, restraining himself from kissing her, burying his face in her neck, and greedily inhaling the milky scent of her body.

When Cheng Jiamo woke up the next morning, she found that He Qingzhao had sneaked into her room in the middle of the night, so she immediately had someone change the locks.

Now He Qingzhao was completely shut out and could only sleep alone in the second bedroom every day.

Cheng Jiamo ignored He Qingzhao for half a month until his milk came back before allowing him to sleep in the master bedroom.

Having received the pardon, He Qingzhao hugged Cheng Jiamo and kissed her repeatedly, making love to her three times in a row. Only after they were full did he hold her and fall asleep.

When Cheng Jiamo woke up, she found that He Qingzhao had not gotten up yet, his eyes were still closed, and his arm was around her waist, holding her in his arms like a doll.

"Aren't you going to work today?" She removed He Qingzhao's arm from her body.

He Qingzhao snuggled into her arms, inhaling the pleasant milky scent emanating from her, and asked in a low, husky voice, "Didn't you stop producing milk? Why do you still smell of milk?"

Cheng Jiamo's cheeks flushed slightly: "I just got back, I haven't finished replying yet."

He Qingzhao raised his head and looked at her with a half-smile: "Is that so?"

Cheng Jiamo saw through his scheme at a glance and crossed her arms in front of her chest: "Don't even think about it. The baby is already weaned. You can't do that anymore."

Although He Qingzhao really wanted to, seeing her resistance, he didn't force her. He smiled and hugged her, gently stroking her head: "Wife, let's go to the manor for a day today."

Cheng Jiamo could easily see through his intentions; the so-called trip to the manor for a day was tantamount to monopolizing her for a day.

And on this day, at least four or five hours were spent in bed.

She refused outright: "Not today, I have dinner plans with Zhuyue. By the way, don't go to the company today, stay home and take care of the child."

He Qingzhao: "..."

Cheng Jiamo sat up and looked at him with a smile: "I might be back a little late today. You can have lunch and dinner with the kids, so don't wait for me."

He Qingzhao: "..."

Cheng Jiamo cupped his face in her hands: "Honey, I've been busy with classes and taking care of the kids all year. I haven't had time to go shopping with my friends, and I haven't even bought a new outfit."

He Qingzhao: "...Wife, you go shopping with your classmates every day after class, and all the clothes are ordered according to your size and delivered to our home."

Cheng Jiamo loosened her grip, snorted, and turned her back: "I said no, and that's it. No arguments."

He Qingzhao pulled her into his arms, kissed her gently, and coaxed her with a smile, "Okay, okay, wife, go if you want to. Have fun with your friends."

Seeing that he had agreed, Cheng Jiamo kissed him on the chin and turned to get up.

He Qingzhao wrapped his arms around her waist, rolled over and pinned her down, kissing her lips.

More than an hour later, Cheng Jiamo was carried into the bathroom by He Qingzhao, and another hour later, he carried her out of the bathroom.

The two babies are over ten months old. He Qingzhao hired two nannies to take care of the babies and a nutritionist. They feed them complementary food and formula every day, so Cheng Jiamo doesn't have to worry about anything.

Cheng Jiamo is in her second year of graduate school, and she will graduate in one year.

After graduation, she continued her studies for a doctorate, and after completing her doctorate, she went directly to teach at a university.

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Cheng Jiamo changed her clothes and put on some light makeup. To call it light makeup was a bit of an exaggeration; she only applied lipstick, sunscreen, and primer. She didn't draw any eyeliner or mascara, and she didn't even draw her eyebrows.

Before she left, she hugged the two children tightly, but because she was wearing makeup, she didn't kiss them.

He Qingzhao sat on the sofa, looking at her with a resentful expression.

Cheng Jiamo walked up to him, stood between his legs, bent down and hugged him, and said with a smile, "Honey, be good and stay home to take care of the kids. I'll try to be back before eight o'clock tonight."

He Qingzhao nodded his lips: "Give me a kiss."

Cheng Jiamo pouted: "No, my lipstick will get smudged from kissing."

He Qingzhao grabbed her neck, forcibly pulled her down, and kissed her lips, deliberately smudged her lipstick.

Cheng Jiamo kicked him in the shin: "He Qingzhao, you're so mean!"

She didn't dare linger and quickly walked out of the villa, taking out a makeup mirror to touch up her lipstick as she went.

He Qingzhao watched her hurried departure, a gentle smile playing on his lips.

In April, the mornings are not hot, and a gentle breeze makes them cool and pleasant.

He Qingzhao carried the two babies, who had finished drinking milk and were dressed neatly, into a double stroller and pushed it around the garden.

The stroller was covered with a white veil, and two babies lay side by side in it.

The older brother was wearing a blue shirt and open-crotch pants, while the younger sister was wearing a pink onesie.

He Qingzhao parked the stroller next to a bench, secured the wheels, lifted the white veil, and looked down at the two children.

The older brother lay quietly, his big, round eyes fixed on He Qingzhao without blinking.

The little sister danced around excitedly, sometimes kicking her brother with her leg, sometimes hitting him with her arm, making "ah-woo-ah-woo" sounds with her little mouth.

The brother and sister are quite different; one is quiet, and the other is lively.

Suddenly, the younger sister stretched out her plump, lotus-root-like arm toward He Qingzhao, her pink lips opening and closing, making a "ba ba" sound.

He Qingzhao's heart skipped a beat, then he burst into laughter.

"Yes!" He Qingzhao answered loudly, his eyes crinkling with laughter. "Erbao, call me Daddy, call me Daddy again."

However, a ten-month-old baby can't speak, and that "baba" sound just now seemed to be made unconsciously.

The younger sister stopped shouting "ba ba" and instead looked at He Qingzhao and made "ah wu ah wu" sounds.

He Qingzhao was not disappointed, but was still very happy. He excitedly picked up his younger sister and held her in his arms, teasing her.

The younger sister giggled, amused. He Qingzhao looked down and noticed her older brother lying in the car.

The older brother lay quietly in the car, not crying or making a fuss, looking at him with his big, watery eyes.

He Qingzhao's heart suddenly tightened. Looking at her son, who looked exactly like her, she felt as if she were seeing herself across forty years through her son's fair and tender face.

I felt a sharp, subtle pain in my heart.

He Qingzhao bent down and picked up her brother as well, holding one in each arm.

He lowered his head, gently kissed his brother's cheek, nuzzled his chubby neck with the tip of his nose, and said softly, "Son, smile for Dad."

The older brother giggled and nudged his head with his little hand.

He Qingzhao's heart softened, and she tilted her head to gently suck on his fair and tender cheek, like sucking on jelly.

When the younger sister saw her father eating her older brother's face, she was amused and laughed so hard that she drooled.

Hearing his sister's laughter, He Qingzhao turned his head and ate her cheek.

When the older brother saw this, he burst into laughter, drooling with laughter.

Angelic laughter echoed through the cool, tranquil garden.

He Qingzhao leaned back on the bench, holding a child in each arm, a gentle smile in her eyes.

A breeze blew, and crabapple blossoms fell on the father, son, and daughter.

The early summer sun shines warmly, bringing a sense of comfort and tranquility.