Shen Xingzhi never expected that Yu Wenhao would pull her into the kitchen. This man, so different from his usual self, made Shen Xingzhi unable to resist, and she had never felt so satisfied.
Shen Xingzhi grabbed Yu Wenhao's arm, panting, and said, "No...no...break up, I like it."
"Ah! I love it so much." She couldn't think of any other words to express her feelings at that moment; she felt like she was dying.
Yu Wenhao used to be afraid of hurting Shen Xingzhi, so he was always very careful when he was with her. He never expected that Shen Xingzhi liked it.
The woman's intense reaction aroused him. He closed his eyes and thrust forward. Just when Shen Xingzhi thought it was about to end, Yu Wenhao stopped, picked up Shen Xingzhi, placed her on the coffee table, changed positions, and continued.
What's wrong with Yu Wenhao? After regaining some of her composure, Shen Xingzhi felt that something was off about the man. Could he have taken some kind of medication?
Shen Xingzhi pushed Yu Wenhao away.
"What's wrong?" the man asked, puzzled.
"Did you take any medicine?" she asked.
Yu Wenhao was shocked for a moment before replying, "Why would I take medicine? I'm not sick."
"Then why did you suddenly?" The woman was a little scared. She was also a bit drunk yesterday and didn't know what she said. She was sure that she didn't mean it. What if Yu Wenhao took it seriously and it would harm his health?
Yu Wenhao was already prepared to act, so he had no time to discuss this with Shen Xingzhi.
The man pulled her into his arms again, facing her, holding her hands behind his back, and began a new round.
Shen Xingzhi's voice is hoarse.
In the northern part of the city, Rong Yan took some landscape photos and sent them to her best friend.
Hearing the continuous message notifications, Shen Xingzhi thought something had happened at the clinic, so she reached for her phone on the table.
Upon seeing this, Yu Wenhao picked her up and carried her away as he went.
"Is that even possible?" Shen Xingzhi was completely stunned.
"Stop... for a moment." The woman was about to collapse; Yu Wenhao's strength was too great, and she couldn't withstand it for a moment.
I've heard that begging for mercy is a form of romance, but the man didn't listen. Instead, he lifted his girlfriend's waist, slammed it down, and then lifted her up again.
Um……
Shen Xingzhi unconsciously wrapped her arms around the man's neck, forgetting what she was supposed to be doing.
She continued hitting Yu Wenhao with a sob in her voice until the friction became painful. The man knew it was time to end it, so he quickly exerted force and went limp on the woman's body. The battle was finally over.
Yu Wenhao took a towel and wiped her body: "Do you really like this?"
Shen Xingzhi slumped on the table, her throat so dry she couldn't make a sound.
"Thirsty." After a long while, the woman uttered a single word.
Yu Wenhao had already prepared bottled water, which he fed to Shen Xingzhi. The woman, who had recovered, held the man's hand and asked, "What exactly happened?"
Yu Wenhao confessed that after Shen Xingzhi left in the morning, he had been reflecting on himself. He realized that he was indeed very preoccupied and should not have suppressed all his thoughts.
Shen Xingzhi felt guilty as she listened to her boyfriend's heartfelt words.
I used to advise Rong Yan to communicate more with Fu Jingsheng, otherwise there wouldn't have been a misunderstanding for seven years. But what about me now? I'm the same with Yu Wenhao. We lack communication. It's a very simple thing, but we all keep things to ourselves, and it finally exploded.
Shen Xingzhi apologized, and the two said they would stop arguing.
After the fierce battle, Yu Wenhao lay listlessly on the sofa for a while. He didn't expect that marital relations would have such a lingering effect, and the lingering effect was that his legs were so sore that he couldn't stand up.
Shen Xingzhi joked, "I won't say who suddenly became so powerful."
In the afternoon, Rong Yan sent several more videos. In the chat box, Shen Xingzhi hadn't replied to the photos from the morning. The woman was a little puzzled. Could it be that her best friend had mentioned work yesterday, and she had sent a message saying "I don't want to bother you," and Shen Xingzhi was angry?
Rong Yan made a phone call, and Shen Xingzhi, who was taking a nap, was woken up by the ringing. Her voice was weak and listless: "Hello."
"Not up yet?" Rong Yan asked in surprise.
"I was taking a nap, and I'm so tired." Shen Xingzhi's back ached. Sure enough, the domineering approach wasn't suitable for everyone. Someone like her, who rarely exercised and whose limbs had degenerated, couldn't withstand Yu Wenhao's violent treatment at all.
"Okay, I'll talk to you later." Rong Yan hung up the phone, but started thinking about it.
She said to Fu Jingsheng, "Shen Xingzhi hasn't replied to my messages. Is she angry?"
Fu Jingsheng patted Rong Yan's head: "Don't overthink it."
"I just remembered, I need to video chat with my mom." Before leaving, he promised his mother that he would tell her what Beicheng was like, and if it was worth visiting, Han Yue would choose it as her next stop.
In Tiancheng, Han Yue stayed home taking care of her grandson. Her son and his friends had gone on a trip, and she was worried about leaving the child with the maid, so she declined her friend's travel invitation.
On Saturday, the four children skipped their extracurricular classes and all lingered around Han Yue.
It's strange, but when she only had two grandsons, Han Yue was very annoyed. Now that she has two granddaughters, she actually enjoys taking care of the children.
Han Yue was like a queen of children, playing games with her grandchildren. Before long, her face was covered with punishment sticky notes, but she was still smiling.
When Fu Jingsheng called, all that could be seen in the camera was his mother's forehead.
The four children were clinging to their grandmother.
"Mom," Fu Jingsheng called out, "What are you doing?"
Han Yue lifted the sticky note covering her eyes: "When we were playing games, Xiaoyu and the others were too smart. I kept losing."
Rong Yan leaned closer to listen and discovered that the five of them—grandparents, grandchildren, and grandchildren—were actually playing Ludo.
"Mom, this place is not bad. I've booked a place for you in advance. You can come over after we go back." Fu Jingsheng got to the point.
The playful children, hearing their father's voice, all rushed to talk to him.
[Dad, we want to go out and play too!]
It's summer vacation! I want to go out with my grandma!
【dad……】
Fu Jingsheng's ears were buzzing.
"Okay, I'll arrange it right away. The hotel manager is coming to see us, I'll hang up now." The man casually made up an excuse.
"Fu Jingsheng, you're getting less and less patient with the kids," Rong Yan muttered.
He put his arm around the woman's waist and pulled her closer to him: "You know the four little ones, if we don't hang up the video call, we can chat for hours. Don't we have plans for later?"
"Yes, the guesthouse has arranged activities." Rong Yan signed up to go fishing in the river. Since she came to the village for vacation, she had to experience the villagers' life.
Fu Jingsheng was initially reluctant, thinking that no one should go on vacation to do farm work, but he couldn't resist his wife's insistence.
As the sun set, they followed some villagers to the pond. The two of them were dressed in fishing clothes. Rong Yan was full of anticipation; she had more material for her novel.
Fu Jingsheng has a slight obsession with cleanliness. The pond was full of silt, and when the man stepped in, his fishing clothes were covered in mud, which smelled fishy.
The man unconsciously covered his nose, but unexpectedly, the mud on his hands got onto his face. He bent down to wash it off, spreading the mud. Rong Yan saw this, took a picture, and posted it on her WeChat Moments: "Today, it's President Fu working in the countryside. So down-to-earth!"
Liang Jia saw the message and knew where it was.
The woman wanted to give Lu Kai a big gift.
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