Chapter 198 Be good and call me husband~
When Fu Linghe came to the car holding Yun Zheng, the night-blooming jasmine in the courtyard was quietly blooming, and its sweet fragrance floated in the cool night breeze.
The driver, Lao Chen, had been standing respectfully by the car door. When he saw him approaching, he immediately opened the back door, his movements so gentle that they made almost no sound.
Fu Linghe carefully carried Yun Zheng in, then got into the car and sat next to her.
Maybe it was because she was tired after a whole day, Yun Zheng felt a little exhausted as soon as she got in the car, and her head moved noisily like a chicken pecking at rice.
Fu Linghe reached out and gently moved her head onto his shoulder, allowing her to lean more comfortably.
"Be good and go to sleep." He coaxed her in a low voice, his fingertips inadvertently brushing the silk material around her waist, the touch as smooth as running water.
This subtle touch made Yun Zheng's eyelashes tremble while she was half asleep and half awake, and an almost inaudible moan escaped from her lips.
Fu Linghe's breathing stagnated, his gaze lingered on her slightly open lips for a moment, before he restrained himself and stepped back.
"Old Chen." Fu Linghe lowered his voice.
The driver turned to look at him when he heard the sound.
He made a hushed gesture to the driver and pointed at the air-conditioning control panel.
Old Chen understood and adjusted the temperature to 24 degrees, which is the most suitable for sleep, before slowly starting the car.
The car was filled with the sandalwood scent that Fu Linghe usually used. It was elegant and steady, and it was Yun Zheng's favorite scent.
She rubbed against the leather seat, like a kitten that had found a cozy nest, and found the most comfortable position on Fu Linghe's shoulder and fell asleep.
The fatigue from running around all day finally came over her at this moment. Her breathing gradually became long and her chest rose and fell slightly with each breath.
Fu Linghe adjusted his posture to make her lean more comfortably.
The light and shadow of the street lamp flowed through the car window onto her face, outlining her delicate outline in the flickering light and darkness.
He gazed at his wife's peaceful sleeping face, his eyes moving from her slightly curled eyelashes to the tip of her small nose, and finally resting on her pink lips.
He carefully held up her slightly cold hand, and when their fingers were interlocked, the wedding rings on her ring fingers touched lightly, making a slight crisp sound.
My thumb unconsciously stroked the ring, feeling the cool touch of the metal and confirming the real warmth.
"Drive slower." He lowered his voice to Old Chen, but his eyes never left Yun Zheng's face. "Take the long way around and take Binjiang Road."
Old Chen glanced at the figures cuddling together in the back seat in the rearview mirror and nodded in understanding.
The car was driving at the smoothest speed in the night. The neon lights outside the window turned into flowing light and shadow, casting changing colors on Yun Zheng's face.
Fu Linghe noticed a hint of fatigue in the corner of her eyes and stroked her cheek with heartache.
"I'm sorry, I didn't take good care of you and tired you out." He murmured softly, knowing that she couldn't hear him, but still couldn't help saying this.
The voice was so soft as if afraid of disturbing the night wind.
It was already late at night when the car drove into Tanxiyuan.
The moonlight was like water, sprinkling on the white magnolia in the courtyard, and the edges of the petals were glowing with a silver halo.
Fu Linghe gestured to Lao Chen to stop in front of the main building, and he got out of the car quietly and walked around to the other side.
When opening the door, he protected Yun Zheng's head with one hand and supported her back with the other. His movements were so skillful that one could tell at a glance that it was not his first time.
Yun Zheng hummed unconsciously in his arms, rubbing her cheek against his chest, her warm breath penetrating the fabric of his shirt and ironing his heart.
"Sir, Young Master Yun..." Butler Feng came forward holding the sleeping Yun Yancheng in his arms, his voice very low.
Fu Linghe used his eyes to signal him to be silent. He lowered his head to glance at the person in his arms, confirming that she was not awakened, and then lowered his voice, "Take Yancheng to the guest room to rest."
After a pause, he added, "Tomorrow morning's meeting will be postponed to ten o'clock."
The spiral staircase was covered with thick carpet, and Fu Linghe took every step very steadily.
Yun Zheng's weight was nothing to him, but he still slowed down his pace, fearing that a slight bump would disturb her sweet dream.
The moonlight filtered through the stained glass in the corridor, casting mottled shadows on them.
The velvet curtains in the master bedroom were gently blown by the night breeze, bringing in a scent of white magnolia.
Fu Linghe gently placed Yun Zheng on the king-size bed. The mattress sank slightly, and she unconsciously let out a sigh of satisfaction.
Just as he was about to get up to get his pajamas, Yun Zheng opened her eyes in a daze.
In her hazy vision, Fu Linghe's handsome outline looked particularly gentle in the soft light of the bedside lamp, and his deep eyes were filled with the doting she was familiar with.
"Are we home yet?" Her voice was still sleepy, incredibly soft and sticky, with a slight rise at the end of the tone, like a small hook scratching Fu Linghe's heart.
Fu Linghe's Adam's apple moved slightly, and he leaned over and placed a light kiss on her lips. "Well, did I wake you up?"
Yun Zheng was about to answer when she was suddenly enveloped by his scorching breath.
The man's slender fingers ran through her hair, and his thin lips pressed against her ear, whispering seductively, "Zheng Zheng, call me husband."
The hoarse voice contained an irresistible expectation, and the warm breath sprayed on her little face.
"Why suddenly..." The tips of her ears instantly turned crimson, and her fingers unconsciously clutched the bed sheets, causing the silk fabric to wrinkle in her palms.
She has been married for so long, but she has never called him by this name, and she feels embarrassed every time.
Fu Linghe didn't give her a chance to escape and continued to seduce her, "Zheng Zheng, just scream once, okay?"
Yun Zheng was forced into a state of nowhere to escape. Her eyelashes trembled and drooped. Finally, she blushed and whispered softly, "Husband..." Her voice was as light as a feather brushing against her heart.
This gentle call seemed to have ignited some kind of fuse, and Fu Linghe's eyes suddenly turned darker.
"Call me again." He stepped back slightly, lowered his eyes and looked at him, with a dark tide in his eyes.
"Husband..." This time the voice had a sweet tremolo, which made Fu Linghe's breath stop.
He chuckled softly and pressed her into the fluffy blanket, nuzzling hers affectionately. "My Zheng Zheng is such a good girl."
After the passionate lovemaking, Fu Linghe held Yun Zheng in his arms, with a strand of her black hair entwined around his fingertips.
Her hair had a faint rose scent, the scent of the shampoo he had specially made for her.
The moonlight shines through the gauze curtain, casting a layer of silver light on her smooth shoulders.
"How about I take you to Maldives next month? Just the two of us?" Fu Linghe kissed the top of her head, his voice lazily afterward.
Yun Zheng's eyes lit up, and when she looked up at him, they were filled with stars. "Really? But the company..."
"No buts." He pinched the tip of her nose. This intimate gesture warmed Yun Zheng's heart. "Mrs. Fu, your husband is not a donkey in the production team. He needs to rest when he needs to."
He suddenly turned over and covered her with his arms, narrowing his eyes dangerously. "Or... Madam, would you rather spend your honeymoon here with me?"
"Fu Linghe!" Yun Zheng was so embarrassed that she tried to cover his mouth, but he took the opportunity to kiss her palm.
The soft touch made her heart tremble, and she quickly retracted her hand, but he grabbed her wrist and pressed it above her head.
"You called me the wrong name, you should be punished." He approached with a wicked smile and left a mark on her collarbone that said I belong to him alone.
The moonlight quietly climbed up to the head of the bed, casting overlapping figures on the embossed wallpaper.
Fu Linghe looked at Yun Zheng who was gradually falling asleep in his arms, and gently tucked the loose hair on her cheek behind her ear.
Her sleeping face is peaceful and beautiful, her long eyelashes cast a shadow under her eyes, and the corners of her lips are slightly raised, as if she is having a sweet dream.
He reached out and turned off the bedside lamp, leaving only a night light emitting a soft glow.
Outside the window, the petals of the white magnolia sway gently in the night breeze, and the faint fragrance floats in the air.
Fu Linghe pulled Yun Zheng into his arms, letting her rest her head on his arm, and his other hand gently stroked her back, patting her rhythmically as if coaxing a child.
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