"Honey, I've got even more shameless tricks up my sleeve. Want to try them? Hmm?"
As he spoke, his dark brown eyes held a hint of ambiguity, and he moved his gaze towards the area below his neck.
Bei Jing quickly covered Jun Chen's eyes with her hands, her delicate and pretty face turning so red it looked like it could bleed.
"That's enough, shut up, let's go home." Her tone was slightly coquettish, like a kitten pleading.
"Okay, let's go home." The big hand stroked the little one's soft hair, his dark brown eyes full of doting affection.
"Let's go home"—what a beautiful phrase.
Junchen's BMW quickly returned to the Jun family home, and Tang Hai hurriedly went to greet him.
When Tang Hai saw that Bei Jing had also returned, his eyes lit up and his smile became even brighter.
"Second Young Mistress is back too! That's wonderful! Aunt Zhang from the kitchen has made chicken soup; I'm sure you'll like it."
"Thank you, Uncle Tang," Bei Jing replied with a smile. She found Uncle Tang quite interesting over this period of time.
She always liked to wear a Tang suit, and she would be overjoyed whenever she saw herself and Junchen being affectionate.
"You're welcome, please come in quickly. It's very cold today, you mustn't catch a cold."
Catching a cold is bad for a girl. The entire Jun family is eagerly awaiting the child of the second young master and second young mistress!
The Jun family has underfloor heating, and you can feel the warmth as soon as you enter the door. Delicious and steaming dishes have already been served on the dining table.
Junchen picked up a ceramic spoon with his handsome, well-defined hands, ladled out a bowl of chicken soup, and handed it to Beijing.
The steaming chicken soup emitted an enticing aroma, and Bei Jing, unusually, swallowed hard. He took a bite, and his eyes lit up.
"Wife, is it good?" Junchen's face curved into a happy smile, and the little guy looked just like a satisfied kitten.
"Mmm, delicious, it's just as good as yours." Her bright black eyes blinked, as if to say that your cooking skills have fallen out of favor.
"Second Young Mistress, this is what Second Master taught me, and the ingredients were also carefully selected by Second Master."
Aunt Zhang quickly spoke up; she dared not take credit for it.
Bei Jing was slightly taken aback, then wrinkled his nose as he looked at the twinkling smile in Jun Chen's dark brown eyes.
Hmph, what's there to be so smug about?
"Drink more. I added some herbs; they're good for your stomach, you silly wife."
"Okay, okay, I'm not stupid."
The Jun family was filled with laughter and warmth, while on the other side...
The north wind, its face dark, knocked on door 998 of the Imperial International Hotel, its heart pounding wildly.
"Bang." The door was opened from the inside, and Bai You, dressed in a dress, stared in astonishment at the panting Bei Feng.
Before she could say another word, she was pulled into a large, warm embrace, and a familiar scent filled her nostrils.
Feeling inexplicably at ease, she reached out and hugged the man's waist. Her nose tingled, and tears streamed down her face uncontrollably.
"You're the one who provoked me." Bei Feng's voice was hoarse and suppressed.
"Hmm." Bai You felt that she must have done a lot of good deeds in her past life to meet such a man.
"Don't run away." The arms around him tightened, greedily inhaling the familiar scent that permeated his very being.
"No, never again. This time, I want to be with you, grow old together, and walk to the very end."
Bai You's voice was slightly choked with sobs from crying, but her tone was particularly firm.
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