Rong Shang shrank back, then leaned her head against Fu Jingchen, her posture exuding a lazy elegance.
"No, anyway, Mother is holding the baby happily right now, so let her hold him for a while. I'm not in a hurry."
In addition, she had attended her child's full-month celebration at least eight or ten times, so she naturally didn't pay much attention to it.
Fu Jingchen nodded, "That's true."
He glanced down at her, his eyes gentle yet intense. When the hand around her waist tightened, he lowered his head and kissed her soft lips again.
Today is the baby's one-month celebration. Fu Jingchen, as the child's father, is not present to greet the guests. Instead, he ran back to Zitan Garden early in the morning to flirt with Rong Shang. This is quite different from the mature and steady Fu Jingchen of the past. It is more like Fu Beiyao's style.
Of course, things are different now than they used to be.
Now, Fu Jingchen's two personalities are no longer split.
Rather than saying he recovered from his illness, it would be more accurate to say that he and Fu Beiyao got together.
So, sometimes Rong Shang looked at him as Fu Jingchen, and sometimes he looked at Fu Beiyao.
But, regardless of which personality he is, there is no doubt that he loves her.
At this moment, amidst a sweet, passionate kiss, the man breathed heavily, his sexy, slightly red lips gently brushing against her cheek, like an electric current running through him, leaving her feeling tingly and itchy.
"Yun Shu, I've been waiting for you for so long."
"What?" Rong Shang raised an eyebrow.
She looked at him, his handsome features reflected in her shimmering silhouette, the curves of his face deep and clear, exquisitely refined.
"Waiting for me for what?" She smiled teasingly. "Between us, it seems like I'm always the one taking the initiative."
"Is that so?"
The man gritted his teeth slightly.
It was only then that Rong Chang realized that the other person was Fu Beiyao.
However, it seems that's not the case at first glance.
She didn't want to guess who was with whom anymore. Her eyes narrowed lazily as she leaned against him again. "But haven't I already married you?"
Fu Jingchen was taken aback, then he lowered his eyes and gently stroked her back with his pale hand. "Yes."
"I really like you."
I like it very, very much.
Even he couldn't explain why, but he just liked her.
More and more each day, more and more intense each day.
"Really?" Lifting her eyes from his shoulder, Rong Shang looked out the window at the roses in the courtyard, her shimmering gaze suddenly pausing. "Me too."
As if responding to what he had just said, Fu Jingchen was taken aback for a moment, then he smiled gently, his tone tender and affectionate.
"You are not allowed to fall in love with anyone else but me."
"Okay." Rong Shang stepped out of his embrace. As she looked at him, her eyes sparkling, the man couldn't help but step forward and gently touch her eyes.
"It's so beautiful."
"What?"
"Your eyes." His tone became inexplicably serious.
Rong Shang's expression froze for a moment, then she lowered her eyes and smiled, "I'll go out and check on the child and see if there's anything I can help with."
It's not good if the parents aren't around for the baby's one-month celebration.
She suddenly winked playfully, and Fu Jingchen, snapping out of his daze, smiled shyly.
"Go."
He gently patted her arm and pushed her away.
Rong Shang nodded, then turned around and walked towards the door.
Her beautiful figure was reflected in his pupils as Fu Jingchen stood there watching her departing figure.
His gaze softened and became serious again.
I've really been waiting for you for a long time.
It's been so long...
If possible, please remember to come find me.
I will keep waiting, I will!
*
(The eleventh plane)
(over)
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