The adorable baby who fell from the sky turned out to be the real young master's son (32)



Where to?

Chi Yuan kissed Shen Yulou's earlobe.

"Go to the bathroom."

"Dear Master Chi, you must be looking forward to a relaxing aromatherapy massage after a long day, right?"

Shen Yulou wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him, her pearly teeth gently biting his fingers before gradually letting go.

"Yes, I can't wait, I really want it."

A satisfied laugh escaped Chi Yuan's throat as he knelt and climbed up from the bed.

He wiped his drool-covered fingers on Shen Yulou's collarbone and sat up on the bed again.

I picked up the baby, but as soon as I let go, the little guy lay back down.

"Da da ah!"

Baby needs to sleep, needs to drink milk while asleep.

The little lazybones lay on the bed, blinking his big eyes, trying to soften his dad's heart by being cute.

"You'll choke if you drink milk while lying down."

Chi Yuan, unable to receive his darling's adorable gaze, continued to help him up.

Just as I was about to let go, the little guy started falling backward.

"Alright, alright, let him lean against you and drink."

Shen Yulou watched the father and son's actions with amusement, and then had Chi Yuan lift the baby into his arms.

"Drinking milk is hard work, it's tiring, isn't it, my sweetie?"

The child nodded, indicating that his father was right.

He gently scratched the baby's cheek, and after feeling the sweat on the baby's neck, he took out a baby tissue to wipe the sweat off him.

After feeding, her hair and back were wet, and the fleshy gaps on her neck and arms were also inevitably wet.

"Kids seem to be naturally prone to sweating."

Chi Yuan took a towel from the side, spread it out, and put it on the back of the boy to cushion him.

The baby, curled up in a ball clutching the bottle, sucked on the last drop of milk with all his might, then handed the bottle to his father.

He leaned against his father's belly to rest and automatically let out a burp.

Grandma smells so good, she's so tired.

My little one is so tired!

The little guy was so tired that he didn't want to move his hands and feet. After eating and drinking his fill, all he wanted to do was hug his soft little blanket and go to sleep.

Seeing their drowsy baby, the couple patted his belly to comfort him, and Chi Yuan resumed their previous conversation.

"I just wonder how well Young Master Shen's massage technique is going."

“That would definitely be great. I suggest you get an annual membership with me.”

"An annual pass isn't enough; you need at least a 100-year pass."

Chi Yuan put his arm around his waist and joked.

"I come for a massage several times a day, what do you think?"

Shen Meiren rolled her eyes.

"How many times a day? Your skin will be peeling from being soaked in essential oils."

"Then you don't need essential oils, you can just massage it in."

He patted his chest, the "bang bang" sound highlighting the strength of his muscles.

"Still pressing? With all those muscles of yours, you'd break my hand!"

Shen Yulou swung her hand and slapped him on the chest. Seeing that the man's expression did not change at all, she thought Chi Yuan could perform the act of breaking a boulder on his chest.

"Since you love using essential oils so much, I'll buy a tub next time and pour it into the bathtub for you to soak in."

You don't understand me.

Chi Yuan took Shen Meiren's hand and kissed it on his thin lips.

"What I want isn't essential oil, it's you..."

"Hands".

His affectionate gaze met Shen Yulou's eyes, traveled down to Shen Yulou's hand, and he added with a sly smile.

"shameless."

Shen Meiren glared at him a few times and pulled her slippery hand out of his grasp.

"Your man can't be too concerned about saving face."

"It's one thing to be shameless yourself, but why drag me into it?"

"You're too fond of saying one thing and meaning another."

Chi Yuan shook his head with feigned sighs, his young face etched with the vicissitudes of life.

It just looks so out of place.

How am I being hypocritical?

Shen Yulou pinched the flesh on his face.

“You called for a stop, but you didn’t really want to stop. A Chi Yuan with a sense of shame would stop, but a Chi Yuan without a sense of shame would not.”

"Just tell me which Chi Yuan you like."

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