Chapter 335 You hinted to me first
The tender and gentle words falling into your ears are particularly touching.
He held his wife in his arms and slowly walked to the bedside and sat down, holding her hands, his voice a little hoarse: "Qinghuan, thank you."
Tan Qinghuan suddenly smiled and raised her hand to touch his face.
He held her hand, his eyes gentle and doting.
This was the first time anyone had spoken of protecting him.
From childhood to adulthood, he was trained as an heir. What he heard most was how to support the family and the only responsibility on his shoulders.
"Knock knock knock"
The servant knocked on the door and came in, carrying two bowls of soup, one bowl of wolfberry and lotus seeds, one bowl of bird's nest, a plate of dumplings, and a few light side dishes.
Looks very appetizing.
"Master, Madam, this is what Madam asked me to bring. She said you haven't eaten anything all day, so you should have a simple meal first and then a full meal in the evening."
After saying that, the servant glanced at them secretly with an expression as if he had been hit.
Tan Qinghuan felt strange.
She put on her slippers and walked over, looking at the food and found that there was nothing different.
Zhong Shaoqing unbuttoned his cuffs, pulled over a chair, and took out the dishes and chopsticks from the tray.
There was a small booklet under the plate of dumplings.
He didn't pay attention and was only concerned with the dinner plate.
Tan Qinghuan was curious, so he picked it up and flipped through it, then immediately put it behind his back, his ears turning red.
No wonder the servant had that expression just now.
This is a simplified version of the erotic picture.
"What's wrong?" The man noticed her strangeness.
"Nothing... nothing, I'm hungry, let's eat."
She pulled her hand away, took the spoon and stirred the bird's nest in the bowl.
Zhong Shaoqing sat down, looked at the wolfberries floating in the bowl, and frowned.
What does this mean?
His old mother doesn't believe in his abilities?
If Qinghuan wasn't pregnant, he would have behaved well!
He picked up a dumpling and put it in his mouth, nodding: "Qinghuan, try it. This dumpling was made by mom herself. You can tell it's her taste as soon as you eat it."
"My mother can't cook, but she is very good at making dumplings. When we were little, Beichi and I both liked the dumplings she made."
As he said that, he picked up one and fed it to her mouth.
She bit into it with her chopsticks: "It's so hot!"
She leaned back and the pamphlet behind her fell off the chair.
"What's this?"
Zhong Shaoqing bent down to pick it up.
“Don’t move…”
Before she could grab it, he had already opened it.
It's a thin book, filled with embarrassing poses.
His eyes darkened inch by inch.
He flipped through the pages carefully, looking like he was studying seriously.
She was so hot that she was about to smoke. She took two bites of food, stood up and was about to leave.
As she turned around, her wrist was grasped tightly.
"Qing Huan, I know what you want," he put down the booklet and rubbed his brows, "I don't want to hurt you, let's just keep it simple, okay? These difficult ones..."
He Sichen said: "After you finish your confinement and your body recovers better, I will definitely accompany you to try it out..."
Her hand quickly covered his mouth.
"Stop talking!"
I lowered my head and met someone's deep eyes, and my cheeks instantly turned red.
"It's not mine!"
He smiled, pulled her to sit on his lap, and put his left hand around her waist.
She was already four months pregnant, and her originally flat belly was slightly bulging. Through her still-standing toast dress, his hands were exceptionally gentle and careful.
"Eat some more."
She is tall and has gained nearly ten pounds during her pregnancy.
"I'd better get up. Your legs will get numb in a while."
"Just sit still." The man frowned, looking unhappy that she didn't believe him.
She punched him: "Do you know how much weight I have gained recently?"
"Ten pounds!"
"Have you ever seen anyone gain ten pounds in four months of pregnancy?"
This is all thanks to Ye Jinmo. She was deficient in qi and blood before, but after hearing that girl eat a lot, her qi and blood were replenished, and she became plumper.
"Baby, you used to be 96 pounds, and now you're 106 pounds. Have you ever seen a pregnant woman as thin as you? Don't worry, let alone 106 pounds, even if you're 160 pounds, I'll still carry you like a princess."
She didn't know whether to laugh or cry, and was coaxed by him into eating a lot of food. Most of the dumplings on the plate went into her stomach.
"I can't eat anymore."
She waved her hands, stood up and stretched her limbs.
The toast dress she was wearing was making her feel uncomfortable, so she had to change out.
Zhong Shaoqing's servant came in to clean up the dishes. Seeing that she hadn't come out of the dressing room yet, he frowned worriedly and walked in.
The dressing room and bedroom are connected, and for convenience, the original door was replaced with a silk curtain.
The curtain was half drawn, and he walked in, only to see his wife lowering her head and struggling with the zipper on her back with both hands.
He curled the corners of his mouth, took a few steps forward and helped her zip up.
The entire back, including the waist, was suddenly revealed.
She was startled, looked up and saw the person in the dressing mirror, her pretty face blushed: "Thank you."
She covered her chest with clothes with one hand and opened the closet with the other.
She glanced at the mirror and saw the man still looking at her.
She was a little embarrassed and annoyed: "Why don't you go out?"
Zhong Shaoqing came back to his senses and scratched his head: "Oh, I'll be out right away. Call me if you need anything. I'm at the door."
He stepped back as he spoke, his ears completely red.
They were all people who had been honest with each other, but now they suddenly became shy.
He could only feel his heart pounding. He walked out of the locker room, reached into his trouser pocket, touched the booklet that was casually placed there, took it out and read it carefully.
The more I watch, the more I blame myself.
He has been busy with company matters lately and has neglected his wife.
Jinmo had mentioned before that a woman's nerves and bodies would be very sensitive during pregnancy, so he had to be extra careful.
He was so busy transferring several female secretaries that he ignored Qinghuan's physical needs.
He is wrong!
Thinking of this, he re-entered the locker room.
Tan Qinghuan had just put on his home pants and was about to pick up his shirt.
Suddenly, a hot body pressed against my back.
Before she could say anything, a kiss landed on her back.
"Zhong Shaoqing!" She felt like she was almost cooked.
The man chuckled, took the clothes from her hand and put them on her shoulders.
He held her shoulders and turned around, his eyes unable to control themselves from looking at her chest.
He raised his hand and buttoned his clothes one by one. It felt like fire was on fire wherever his fingertips touched.
"I can do it myself!"
"Qing Huan, we are married and have children, why are you... so shy?"
She glared at him angrily, pushed him away and was about to leave.
The next second, the whole person was picked up horizontally.
Her feet left the ground and she subconsciously wrapped her arms around his neck.
When I came to my senses, I was already on the bed.
The man stroked her face with one hand and bent down to kiss her lips.
In the afternoon, the sunlight from outside the window shines in, making people feel warm.
She put her hands on the man's chest: "Shao Qing, wait a minute!"
Zhong Shaoqing let her go reluctantly, and there were still silver threads on the rosy lips of the woman under him.
For some reason, she felt extremely shy today.
"I...I'm a little tired and want to rest."
The man sighed, raised his hand and pinched her cheek, his voice a little aggrieved: "Qing Huan, you hinted to me first."
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