Chapter 7, Chapter 96: "I want a girl..."
The handcuffs, gleaming with a cold silver light, were unlocked, and two pairs of handcuffs were placed on Cheng Jiamo's two fair and slender wrists.
The other end of the handcuffs was fixed to the crossbar on the back of the chair, and Cheng Jiamo was forced to raise her hands and sit on the chair in a surrender posture.
"He Qingzhao," Cheng Jiamo twisted her body, "let me go."
He Qingzhao turned around to turn off the lights, turning off the main light in the dressing room and leaving only the dim yellow wall lamps on.
The room suddenly went dark.
The light and shadows were hazy, and the atmosphere was ambiguous.
With a "click," the belt buckle was unbuckled, and the atmosphere became even more ambiguous.
Cheng Jiamo took a deep breath, feeling short of breath, as if the air had become thick and sticky.
That wasn't all. He Qingzhao slowly walked towards her, pulling on his belt.
She pulled out her belt, and the other person stood in front of her.
The warm, yellow light shone on his long, slender hands with their distinct knuckles, turning his originally pale skin into a glossy honey color, exuding a mature masculine aura that made him look particularly alluring.
Cheng Jiamo found it even harder to breathe, feeling as if she were on a high plateau, suffering from severe oxygen deficiency.
With a deft flick of her long, slender fingers that gleamed with a honey-colored sheen, she unbuttoned the black gemstone-studded trousers. Her two long fingers then grasped the gold zipper and slowly pulled it down.
After the zipper was unzipped, the slender fingers stopped.
Cheng Jiamo took a deep breath, her voice uneven, and said, "You, you, you, if you want to change, then, then change quickly, don't dawdle!"
A low, husky laugh rang out from above her head, carrying a languid, roguish charm.
Cheng Jiamo kept her eyes down the whole time, not daring to look up. She preferred to look at He Qingzhao's hands rather than meet his gaze.
His long, slender hand gripped the hem of his trousers and pulled it down, making a clanging sound as the metal buckle of his belt hit the ground.
Immediately afterwards, the arm, gleaming with a honey-colored sheen, reached for the clothes rack and took off the police uniform.
Cheng Jiamo couldn't help herself after all and looked up. But after just one glance, she was so frightened that she quickly lowered her eyelids.
She had never seen He Qingzhao like this before; his eyebrows were lowered, his eyes were dark and deep, as if he were imprisoning a terrifying ancient beast.
The blue trousers were the perfect length, hugging his long, straight legs and outlining their perfect shape. They were incredibly taut and made him look even sexier and more charming than when he wore dress trousers.
However, he stopped halfway through zipping up his pants, letting the waistband hang loosely, making him look roguish and sassy, yet fatally alluring.
Cheng Jiamo couldn't help but look up at him again, meeting his dark eyes. She swallowed hard and spoke with a slight tremor in her voice.
"You, if you want to wear it, just wear it. What's the point of wearing it halfway through?"
He Qingzhao didn't say anything, but just smiled at her.
With one hand, he unbuttoned his shirt, his slender fingers deftly plucking at the buttons, one by one.
His white shirt fell to the ground, but instead of rushing to put on his police uniform, he slowly bent down, bracing himself against the chair's crossbar with one hand, and looked down at her: "What's the rush?"
As Cheng Jiamo looked at his approaching face, her long eyelashes trembled and she lowered her eyes, just in time to see his deeply cleaved waist and the sexy V-line hidden in his pants.
My heartbeat suddenly became erratic, and my breathing became rapid.
Cheng Jiamo's cheeks flushed red, and she retorted urgently, "Who's in a hurry! I'm not in a hurry! I'm not in a hurry!"
However, the more she acted this way, the more anxious she seemed.
He Qingzhao didn't argue with her, but instead curled one corner of his mouth into a sly and roguish smile.
Cheng Jiamo looked at his alluring smile, her heart pounding so hard it felt like it was about to jump out of her throat.
He Qingzhao put on his police uniform while she looked at him with a flustered expression, slowly buttoning it up until the very last button was fastened tightly around his neck.
After buttoning his shirt, he zipped up his pants (which were halfway down), buttoned them up, and fastened his belt.
The moon-white streetlights outside the window shone into the room, intertwining with the yellowish light inside to create a soft and enchanting hue, an ambiguity that reached its peak.
Standing in the ambiguous light and shadow, He Qingzhao bent down with a half-smile and asked in a low voice, "Want to see more?"
-
When Cheng Jiamo woke up, it was already afternoon.
She opened her eyes, feeling dizzy, lightheaded, and with a dry, sore throat, as if she had a severe cold.
"Water." She sat up and called weakly, "He Qingzhao, I want to drink water."
The bedroom door was pushed open, and He Qingzhao entered the room with a glass of warm water. He sat down on the bed, helped her sit up, and fed her the water.
Cheng Jiamo drank half a glass of water from his hand, then pushed his hand away and lay back down.
He Qingzhao touched her forehead to make sure it wasn't hot, then touched her rosy face and said with a gentle smile, "You can't sleep anymore. Lie down for a while and then get up to eat."
Cheng Jiamo turned over, her back to him: "My throat hurts, I can't eat, I'm not eating today."
He Qingzhao turned her face towards him: "Open your mouth, let me see."
Cheng Jiamo slapped his hand away: "How dare you look? It's all your fault."
He Qingzhao laughed: "Why are you blaming me? I told you not to eat it, your mouth is too small to eat it all, but you insisted, like a little glutton, pouncing on me..."
"Aaaaaah!" Cheng Jiamo screamed and hit him, "Don't say it, He Qingzhao, don't say it!"
He Qingzhao still laughed: "Oh, you were shouting very loudly, just like now, your voice is so high-pitched and thin, it's going to deafen me. I told you to be quieter, but you didn't listen. I covered your mouth, but you bit my hand hard." He held out his right hand to Cheng Jiamo, "Look, you bit my finger until it bled."
He spoke in a very serious manner, as if he were discussing work-related matters.
Seeing his refined yet depraved appearance, Cheng Jiamo was immediately spurred on. She sat up and argued with him: "How can I not blame you? It's all your fault! If you hadn't used that baton..."
At this point, Cheng Jiamo's face burned with embarrassment, and she was too shy to continue.
Even though she had already used it, she still couldn't bring herself to say it.
Who would have thought that the special baton was just an outer shell, and what lay beneath was actually...
He Qingzhao had never bought such a thing before. He was a very proud person and would rather use his mouth and hands than rely on any external objects.
He said that it made him very uncomfortable if anything touched her.
He didn't like anything touching her except himself, not even inanimate power tools.
But last night, he used the very thing he despised to use, tormenting her for a long time until she cried and begged him to stop.
Later, when their feelings were at their peak, Cheng Jiamo did the thing she used to dislike and fear the most.
Because of the significant difference in height and build between her and He Qingzhao, she didn't like that.
It's like trying to force a very large stopper into a very small bottle. Even if the bottle opening is flexible, the difference is too great, and the bottle still can't withstand it.
However, last night, she took the initiative to do that.
At that moment, she didn't think much; she just wanted to do it.
She knew He Qingzhao liked it very much, and his reason for stopping her wasn't that he disliked it, but simply that he didn't want her to force herself.
But she didn't feel forced. She wanted to. In that instant, she was like someone who had been starving for a long time, wolfing down her food, wishing she could stuff all the food into her mouth.
As she swallowed, she didn't forget to look at He Qingzhao's reaction. She clearly saw that his eyes had turned red, and his sharp, deep eyes seemed to be burning with a raging fire.
Then He Qingzhao picked her up and carried her to the floor-to-ceiling window, making her face the glass and look outside.
The consequence of her madness is that she now looks like she has a serious illness.
I feel dizzy and lightheaded, my body is sore and weak, and my throat is dry and sore.
He Qingzhao lowered his head and whispered in her ear, "It hurts too." He bit her earlobe, "You ate too fast yesterday, your teeth..."
Cheng Jiamo quickly covered his mouth: "Don't say it!"
These things should be left in the past; there's no need to bring them up later.
He Qingzhao bit her soft palm, removed her hand, and continued, "You bit me and broke the skin, it still hurts."
Seeing Cheng Jiamo pursing her lips tightly, he held out his hand to her again, "I meant your hand. Look, your fingers are cut."
Cheng Jiamo turned around, her back to him, and said in feigned anger, "Then don't even think about me doing that again!"
He Qingzhao certainly wanted it; he was obsessed with it. During his two years abroad, he had fantasized countless times about the scene from last night.
At that time, he looked at the photo of Li Jiamo on his phone, at her rosy lips, and punished himself almost as if he were harming himself.
However, despite his thoughts, he knew very well that given his condition, he could hurt Cheng Jiamo, just like today, when she even had difficulty eating.
"I want to." He bent down, picked her up, and kissed her cheek. "I'm going crazy thinking about it, but I don't want you to get hurt, and I don't want you to be unable to eat like this."
Cheng Jiamo hugged his strong, lean waist and pressed her face against his chest: "I'll drink more water and rest for a bit, it's not serious."
He Qingzhao stroked her soft hair: "Get up, I've had someone make your favorite papaya milk bird's nest porridge."
Cheng Jiamo lifted her head from his embrace: "I don't like it anymore."
After saying that, she turned her back again, her ears turning red involuntarily.
She used to like it because she heard from her roommates that eating papaya could increase breast size.
At that time, her breasts were relatively small. She had just started dating He Qingzhao and wanted to develop more fully.
He Qingzhao wrapped his arms around her body, rested his chin on her neck, gently rubbed it, and said with a smile, "Now you really don't need to eat anymore."
Cheng Jiamo slapped the back of his hand: "It has nothing to do with that."
He Qingzhao: "Yes, it really has nothing to do with papaya." He turned her face with his large hand and bit her lips. "It has something to do with me."
"You shameless person!"
Cheng Jiamo pounced on him on the bed, straddled his waist and played around with him. When she got tired of playing, she lay on his chest and played with his face, pinching his nose, pinching his chin, and playing with his long, thick eyelashes.
He Qingzhao gently patted her waist with his hand: "Stop playing around, get up."
Cheng Jiamo got up to wash up, changed her clothes, and went to the restaurant to eat.
As she looked at the milk, papaya, and bird's nest porridge in the bowl, the scene from last night suddenly flashed through her mind.
She simply couldn't eat that bowl of porridge, no matter what.
"You eat." She pushed the bowl in front of her to He Qingzhao. "You used up so much energy yesterday, you need to replenish it."
He Qingzhao curled his lips, picked up a spoon and stirred the contents of the bowl, then scooped up a spoonful of milk bird's nest and slowly put it into his mouth.
While he was eating, his eyes were fixed on Cheng Jiamo. He ate bite after bite, several bites in a row, until his lips and the corners of his mouth were smeared with milk.
A tiny, translucent piece of bird's nest landed perfectly on his light pink, diamond-shaped lips.
Cheng Jiamo suddenly understood the way He Qingzhao looked at her last night; the visual impact was too strong.
Moreover, he only ate bird's nest, while she ate...
Cheng Jiamo dared not think any further. She took a deep breath and hurriedly lowered her head to drink water.
She had just taken a sip when He Qingzhao asked, "Want some grilled sausage?"
*Pfft*
Cheng Jiamo spat out a mouthful of water and began to cough rapidly.
He Qingzhao stood beside her and patted her back, sighing helplessly and affectionately: "What were you thinking when I asked you if you wanted a grilled sausage?"
Cheng Jiamo coughed until her face turned red, and waved his hand away: "Go away, don't talk to me!"
He did it on purpose!
It's rotten.
In the end, Cheng Jiamo only drank a bowl of white rice porridge and ate two slices of rose-flavored toast.
As she swallowed, her throat ached slightly; yesterday's pain had been too deep.
After dinner, He Qingzhao received a call from Zhong Qi, inviting them to go play at Qingchi.
He Qingzhao originally wanted to refuse, but when Cheng Jiamo heard Qingchi, she thought of Xi Yuan, grabbed his arm and shook it, whispering, "Go, go."
He Qingzhao touched her face and replied with a smile, "Okay, we'll be there in a bit." Then he asked, "Who will be there?"
Zhong Qi said, "It's just us, He Lin, Huo Junhou, the Ye brothers, Zhou Jinghong and his wife, and Tang Jingyao and his wife. Those two couples are mainly there to play with their kids, and the rest of us are the ones who organized the gathering."
While He Qingzhao was on the phone, Cheng Jiamo kept eavesdropping.
Hearing two couples playing with their children, she asked curiously, "Does Fourth Brother already have children?"
"Fourth Brother?" He Qingzhao hung up the phone, looked down at her, and said with a hint of sourness, "You call him that so affectionately."
Cheng Jiamo rolled her eyes at him: "Didn't he come to your birthday banquet the year you turned 30? It was at the Beijing Grand Hotel. Half of the young masters in Beijing were there. They all called him 'Fourth Brother' respectfully and affectionately, and you called him that too."
He Qingzhao grabbed the back of her neck: "I can call you that, it's just a term of address between men, but you're not allowed to."
Cheng Jiamo was speechless at his childish behavior: "So, am I supposed to not greet people when I see them later?"
He Qingzhao: "Just nod." He added, "And don't smile at him, and the same goes for everyone else, just nod."
Cheng Jiamo raised her chin: "And what about you? Didn't you smile at other women too?"
He Qingzhao narrowed his eyes: "Which woman did I smile at?"
Cheng Jiamo pressed her two thumbs against the corners of his mouth and pushed them upwards, forcing his lips to turn up. She said domineeringly, "You have naturally alluring smiling lips. Even when you're not smiling, it looks like you're smiling. It's like you're smiling at everyone, which is why you've attracted so many romantic entanglements!"
He Qingzhao picked her up in one go, laughing loudly as he walked forward, pinching her cheek affectionately as he went: "You're bringing up old grievances again. Is this how you use a good memory?"
Cheng Jiamo hugged his neck and rested her head on his head: "Anyway, I'll remember this for the rest of my life!"
He Qingzhao carried her into the car, fastened her seatbelt, gently kissed her lips, and whispered in her ear, "My wife is so beautiful."
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The car drove into Qingchi and parked in the parking space at the entrance.
Cheng Jiamo got out of the car and saw that the parking space was full of luxury cars, including three cars with the double R logo. One of them was a black Cullinan, just like He Qingzhao's, except that the license plate number was different.
She noticed that the Cullinan's license plate was entirely composed of the number 7 and asked curiously, "Why not use 6 or 8? Don't you big bosses all like those two auspicious numbers?"
He Qingzhao explained, "That's Tang Jingyao's car. His wife's nickname is Qiqi. Besides, he used to be a policeman and killed someone while on a drug bust. He doesn't care about metaphysics."
Cheng Jiamo nodded admiringly, but dared not utter a word of praise. Instead, she deliberately said something sarcastic: "Look how affectionate they are. You didn't even use my name..."
She stopped talking halfway through her sentence. She didn't have a nickname, and her name had nothing to do with numbers.
He Qingzhao pulled her into his arms and said with a smile, "Okay, I'll spray a white jasmine flower on the car later."
Cheng Jiamo was amused: "I was just kidding, don't mess it up, it'll look terrible."
He Qingzhao didn't say anything more, but he had already made up his mind. Not only would he spray jasmine flowers on every car, but he also planned to get a jasmine flower tattoo on his chest.
Cheng Jiamo followed He Qingzhao into the elegant garden. As soon as they entered, they heard children's laughter.
She turned her head in the direction of the sound and saw a little girl who looked about three or four years old. Her face was fair and rosy, chubby, with two little braids. She had big, round eyes, like purple grapes, with dark, watery pupils.
The little girl saw him, blinked her round, grape-like eyes, and then ran to He Qingzhao with her short legs. She looked up at him and called out in her childish voice, "Uncle He."
He Qingzhao gently patted her head: "Dudu is such a good girl." Then he said, "This is your uncle's wife, Dudu should call her auntie."
Cheng Jiamo smiled gently and extended her hand: "Hello, Dudu."
Dudu stretched out her soft, white hand and shook hands with Cheng Jiamo, saying sweetly with a smile, "Hello, sister."
After saying that, he ran away with his short legs.
Cheng Jiamo burst out laughing, and said to the little dumpling that had run away, "Dudu is so cute."
He Qingzhao snorted, but deliberately made a fierce look: "Dudu was naughty today. If you call me by the wrong name again next time, I will hit your father and make him cry."
Cheng Jiamo asked with a smile, "Who is her father?"
He Qingzhao: "Zhou Jinghong."
Cheng Jiamo laughed so hard she bent over, clutching her stomach, and asked with a smile, "Can you win?"
As soon as she finished speaking, another, even smaller little girl peeked out from behind the moon gate, and Cheng Jiamo's eyes widened at her face.
Even without asking, she knew the little girl must be Tang Jingyao's daughter, because she looked almost exactly like Tang Jingyao.
The amazing thing is that Tang Jingyao has a fierce and menacing face with such hard facial muscles that it's hard to bite, but his daughter looks exactly like him, yet she looks very cute and cuddly, like a soft and fluffy little rice ball, so small that she melts your heart.
Of course, maybe it's because she's a child; perhaps Tang Jingyao was like that when he was little too.
Although Cheng Jiamo had already guessed, she still pointed to the little girl who was peeking out and asked He Qingzhao, "Is this little girl Tang Jingyao's daughter?"
He Qingzhao squeezed her waist with his hand: "Wife has good taste."
Cheng Jiamo pushed his hand away: "It's not that I have good eyesight, it's just that this little girl looks exactly like Tang Jingyao."
He Qingzhao said sourly, "You have a good memory. We only met once, but you still remember it now. It's been eight years."
Cheng Jiamo slapped him on the back: "Why are you so jealous? I didn't deliberately try to remember what he looked like. Besides, you met with him often after that, so I met him a few more times as well. We even ate at the same table. It's not like I only saw him on your birthday."
He Qingzhao continued to bring up old grievances: "But on my birthday, when you saw him, your eyes lit up and you stared at him intently."
Cheng Jiamo strode forward: "I did it on purpose, to make you angry."
At the time, she was having a conflict with He Qingzhao, and they had even fought in bed the night before.
She mainly hit and pinched him, while He Qingzhao retaliated in a different way.
He Qingzhao followed and put his arm around her waist, lowered his head to press his head against her neck, and asked in a deep voice, "Momo, do you want a boy or a girl?"
"Nonsense, of course I want a girl," Cheng Jiamo said quickly, then tilted her head and asked, "What about you? What do you want?"
He Qingzhao chuckled: "I also want a girl, preferably one that looks like you."
Looking at He Qingzhao's cool and elegant face, Cheng Jiamo couldn't help but reach out and stroke it, and said sincerely, "But actually, it would be even more beautiful if you looked like me. It would be such a pity if your face wasn't passed on to your child."
He Qingzhao smiled and took her hand, rubbing his face against her palm: "It's up to fate. You can look like anyone, but it would be even better if you looked like me. You're prettier than me."
Cheng Jiamo joked, "In any case, it won't be like Old Wang next door."
With a "pfft".
"Ha ha ha ha……"
Zhong Qi stood behind the pillar, not intending to make a sound, but couldn't help but laugh when he heard Cheng Jiamo's words.
He walked out with a smile, glanced at He Qingzhao, and then looked at Cheng Jiamo: "You two haven't even had your wedding yet, and you're already planning to have a baby?"
Cheng Jiamo touched her head shyly: "Just kidding, there's no plan yet."
He Qingzhao glanced at Zhong Qi: "Get the money for the wedding gift ready."
Zhong Qi clicked his tongue, looking regretful: "You should cherish your single life while you can, because next year you'll be kicked out of the group, and you can forget about playing cards, drinking, and watching games again..."
Cheng Jiamo's eyes widened: "What are you looking at?"
As she glared at him, she pinched He Qingzhao's waist hard.
He Qingzhao grunted and hurriedly put his arm around her waist: "Don't listen to his nonsense. I never look at any other woman except you."
Zhong Qi smiled and continued, "Enjoy the scenery." He pointed to the moon gate and said to He Qingzhao, "You'll be joining the ranks of stay-at-home dads then, taking care of the kids with Zhou Er and Tang Si."
As soon as he finished speaking, Zhou Jinghong and Tang Jingyao, each leading a little girl, walked out of the garden behind the moon gate.
The little girl, being led by Zhou Jinghong, first sweetly called out, "Uncle Zhong, Uncle He." Then she looked at Cheng Jiamo with a bright smile and sweetly called out, "Sister."
After she finished shouting, she shook Zhou Jinghong's hand: "Dad, Uncle He just threatened me, saying that if I call you 'pretty sister' again, he'll hit you and make you cry."
Zhou Jinghong looked down at Dudu, her eyes so tender they could melt your heart. She patted Dudu's soft little head and smiled reassuringly, "Dudu, don't be afraid. He wouldn't dare. He can't beat his dad."
Dudu asked innocently, "Can Daddy beat Uncle He?"
Before Zhou Jinghong could answer, Cheng Jiamo hurriedly asked, "There's a really good game, Dudu, would you like to play?"
After asking the question, she shook off He Qingzhao's hand, smiled, walked up to Zhou Jinghong and his daughter, squatted down, looked at Dudu, and said gently, "It's a game that many children like. Would you like to play?"
-
Cheng Jiamo held a little girl's hand in each hand, singing a nursery rhyme in a soft voice as she led them to the garden.
Zhou Jinghong raised his hand and patted He Qingzhao heavily on the shoulder: "You old rascal, you're really lucky. Even after all that trouble back then, that girl still waited for you and protected you like this."
He Qingzhao smiled but did not explain.
It wasn't that Cheng Jiamo was deliberately waiting for him; it was that he couldn't live without her.
If he doesn't go to her, she won't wait anymore.
A girl like her could have a good relationship with anyone, but he couldn't; he only wanted her.
Zhong Qi looked at He Qingzhao's satisfied smile and felt a little depressed and bitter.
So he mustered up his courage and said something sarcastic: "If I had known, I would have made my move back then, and maybe I would have a child by now."
He Qingzhao's eyes narrowed, and he glanced coldly at Zhong Qi, saying in a serious tone, "If you really do that, not only will we lose our brotherhood, but it's also questionable whether you'll even survive."
Zhong Qi chuckled: "It's a matter of mutual consent, what's it to you? Besides, didn't you ask me to take care of her?"
He Qingzhao sneered and kicked Zhong Qi in the knee.
Zhong Qi hurriedly dodged behind Zhou Jinghong and urged him, "Second brother, hit him quickly! He just threatened your daughter."
Zhou Jinghong wasn't fooled at all and walked away: "His wife is helping me take care of the child, so I'm hesitant to hit him. If you want to hit him, you have to wait until he's alone. You can hit him yourself."
Zhong Qi looked at Tang Jingyao: "Fourth Brother..."
Tang Jingyao didn't say a word and turned to leave.
He Qingzhao kicked Zhong Qi in the buttocks and then left.
The three men entered the garden one after another and sat in an octagonal pavilion, looking together at the three girls, two small and one large, in the distance.
He Qingzhao sat on a bench in the pavilion, leaning against a vermilion pillar. After glancing at Cheng Jiamo a few times, he looked away and turned to Zhou Jinghong, asking, "Where is Second Sister-in-law? Why didn't she come?"
Zhou Jinghong looked into the distance and said without turning her head, "Just left, rushed to the theater."
He Qingzhao chuckled: "You take care of the child all by yourself every day?"
Zhou Jinghong turned to look at He Qingzhao, narrowing her eyes: "What are you gloating about?"
He Qingzhao touched his nose, suppressing a laugh, and said, "I'm not gloating, I just envy you."
Zhou Jinghong sneered: "Heh, put away that smug look of yours."
He Qingzhao smiled slightly: "If Second Brother really wants to take action, I don't mind. I'm just worried that you're too old. If I accidentally hurt you, Second Sister-in-law will come after me, and I won't be able to explain it."
Zhou Jinghong shifted the blame to Tang Jingyao: "Fourth Brother, this kid said you're too old."
Tang Jingyao said calmly, "If you want to fight, go somewhere else. Don't scare my daughter here."
He Qingzhao stood up and sat down next to Tang Jingyao: "How old is Fourth Brother's daughter?"
Tang Jingyao: "Two years old."
He Qingzhao said, "My daughter looks just like my fourth brother. She's practically a carbon copy of him." He then added, "She's so cute with her rosy cheeks."
Zhou Jinghong burst out laughing: "He Qingzhao, you really know how to talk."
Tang Jingyao frowned, but didn't say anything.
Even he himself felt a headache. His daughter looked exactly like him, but her personality was just like Qu Jinhuan's: timid, prone to crying, very soft and obedient.
If the daughter looked like Qu Jinhuan, that would be fine, but she looks just like him, with the same face as him, and cries often, with big tears rolling out of her eyes like beads.
So his brothers loved to make his daughter cry.
Especially Song Wenyi, who said he had never seen him cry and wanted to see him cry, so he often made his daughter cry.
After laughing, Zhou Jinghong added, "Luckily, my daughter looks like Yuan Yuan. Even when she cries, I still find her adorable."
Just as Zhou Jinghong finished speaking, he was kicked in the back.
Tang Jingyao didn't even retract his leg. The moment He Qingzhao laughed, he swept his leg across and kicked He Qingzhao again.
He Qingzhao reacted quickly, immediately stood up and ran away, smiling as she ran towards Cheng Jiamo.
Cheng Jiamo was sitting under a rose bush with two little girls, gently telling them a story she had made up on the spot—a story about a flower fairy.
The two little girls listened with great interest, their big eyes blinking as they looked at Cheng Jiamo.
Cheng Jiamo's heart softened at the sight of the two little dumplings. She stopped halfway through her story, hugged Dudu, and kissed her on the cheek.
Actually, she really wanted to kiss Tang Yu'an, but Tang Yu'an had the same face as Tang Jingyao, so she couldn't bring herself to kiss him, and she was too embarrassed to do so.
He Qingzhao walked over, sat down next to Cheng Jiamo, and asked with a smile, "What game are you playing?"
Dudu blinked her big, bright eyes and said mysteriously, "Sister is telling us a story about the Flower Fairy." She pointed with her little hand, "This is the Flower Fairy's Flower Castle, but you can't see it. Only children who eat well and sleep well will be invited to the Flower Fairy's Flower Castle."
He Qingzhao raised an eyebrow, looking quite interested: "Oh? Really?"
Dudu nodded vigorously, her cheeks trembling as she did so.
It's true!
He Qingzhao smiled and patted Dudu's fluffy little head: "Then you must eat a lot of food."
Tang Yu'an, who had been silent all along, suddenly raised his chubby little hand and said in a childish voice, "Me too."
He Qingzhao looked at the little girl who looked exactly like Tang Jingyao, and couldn't help but look at Tang Jingyao sitting in the pavilion.
It's really strange. They have the same face, but the father looks fierce and menacing, while the daughter is as soft and cute as a little white dumpling.
He Qingzhao gently touched Tang Yu'an's chubby cheek with the back of his hand and smiled like a fox: "An'an must eat lots and lots of food and get chubby so that she can be the first to be invited by the Flower Fairy."
Cheng Jiamo patted his arm: "What nonsense are you talking about? As long as you eat well and sleep well, there's no need to get fat. Don't mislead the children."
He Qingzhao leaned close to Cheng Jiamo's ear, suppressing a laugh as she whispered, "Don't you want to see Tang Jingyao with his fat head and big ears?"
Cheng Jiamo took a breath and gave him a look to warn him not to talk nonsense, as Tang Jingyao was not someone to be trifled with.
He Qingzhao, however, had an indifferent expression: "What kind of look is that? Do you think your man is afraid of him? Just tell me, do you want to see Tang Jingyao with his fat head and big ears?"
Cheng Jiamo didn't want to answer his pointless question at all, so she turned her face away and ignored him.
He Qingzhao pulled her into his arms, pressed her against his body, and pressed her for an answer.
What he didn't know was that although Tang Yu'an was young and looked very sweet and cute, she was actually just as cunning as Dudu. She turned around and told her father, Tang Jingyao, what she had said.
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