"The soup contains several nourishing herbs. When Madam Ge was pregnant with the young master, she often drank this soup."

Sun's mother started working in the Sheng family when she was a teenager, from serving Sheng Linghan's father to raising Sheng Linghan.

Sheng Linghan's mother suffered from prenatal depression when she was pregnant. Soon after she gave birth to a son, she caught her husband hanging out with his best friend.

Just after Sheng Linghan turned one, the woman climbed up to the top floor and jumped down.

When Sun's mother suddenly mentioned her mother, a trace of worry appeared on Sheng Linghan's brow.

Fu Yu glanced at Sun Ma meaningfully, smoothed the wrinkles between his brows, and pushed the soup bowl that Sun Ma had poured out a little further away.

"I don't want to drink, old man. I don't want to drink."

"I don't need medicine."

"Madam, this isn't medicine, it's not bitter."

"No, no, I won't drink."

Fu Yu nestled in Sheng Linghan's arms and acted coquettishly.

"Young Master, the old man is..."

"If she doesn't want to drink, then don't drink. I'll explain to Grandpa."

Mother Sun clenched the thermal bag tightly in her hand, and the corners dug deeply into her calloused palms.

She watched as Fu Yufu whispered a few words into Sheng Linghan's ear.

This child who was always serious actually showed a shy smile.

He cleared his hoarse throat and asked her to leave as soon as possible.

She is indeed a foxy girl.

Every move he made exuded a foul and foul odor.

Mother Sun suppressed her anger and left the president's office, just as the door was about to close.

She saw Fu Yu proudly raised his eyebrows at her.

Lowly and shameless.

This kind of woman is not worthy of Sheng Linghan at all.

Fu Yu averted his gaze, his fingers fell on his collarbone, then slowly slid to his Adam's apple, kneading it neither lightly nor heavily.

The fragile Adam's apple seemed to have become a piece of randomly shaped clay.

"Wife..."

"Shhh."

Fu Yu covered his mouth and sat astride the leather seat, his knees sinking deeply into the leather cushion.

"I didn't tell you to speak. Don't speak."

Fu Yu took out her black lace belt and covered Sheng Linghan's eyes.

The belt still carried the scent of Fu Yu.

Today Fu Yu was wearing a loose-fitting one-piece dress that was held in place by a belt.

Taking off her belt meant that her skirt had come undone.

Sheng Linghan swallowed his saliva and his voice became a little hoarse.

My wife's knees were pressed against his hamstrings.

The fair skin will turn red enough to bleed if you put too much pressure on it.

Even if he couldn't see anything, Sheng Linghan's heart would involuntarily contract just thinking of this scene.

He once thought that it was his nature to stay away from women and to be pure and simple.

It seems that I just haven't met someone I like rationally.

Suddenly, something cold touched my hot skin.

Very sharp and pointed.

As the cold touch slid down little by little, Sheng Linghan's shirt was torn in two.

"It's been so long, how much has the poison in the old man's body been alleviated?"

"Do you want your wife to help you dig out the poisonous insects and get rid of them once and for all?"

Fu Yu placed the tip of the knife against Sheng Linghan's abdominal muscles. The distinct abdominal muscles were like irons, and their hardness was comparable to that of a stainless steel table knife.

Just as Sheng Linghan was about to speak, a loud slap came down on his face.

"I told you not to talk."

Fu Yu didn't use much strength, but Sheng Linghan was hit on the face.

Still feeling unsatisfied, he pouted his cheek.

There's a contradictory feeling of being a bullied young wife and a masochist mixed together.

"When you were chattering and questioning me just now, you didn't give me the time to explain."