Chapter 287 The two-faced wild rose that the military commander wants to provoke (38)

Lin Muqing decided to send the two siblings, who had grown to be 1.35 meters tall, to school.

In the morning at breakfast.

She tapped the hard-boiled eggs and slowly asked for their opinions as she peeled them:

"Xiao Xi and Xiao Yun, after discussing with dad last night, I want to ask you about your opinions on going to school. Should you stay at home for another year or go to school this year?"

Wen Yansheng sat beside her without saying a word and served her a bowl of seafood porridge. She thanked him and the man smiled back and they looked at the two children together.

The little girl with two long braids sat opposite her mother. The extra-high chair allowed her elbows to reach the table. Her round face looked lively and delicate.

She turned around and asked her brother who was sitting upright like her father, "Does your brother want to go?"

Wen Zheyun said indifferently, "If my sister likes it, she can go. There are many people of the same age in school. It should be much more fun than staying at home with dad every day."

Wen Yansheng narrowed his eyes, not serious but with a hint of smile: "Are you unhappy staying with Dad?"

He could see at a glance that these two kids just didn't want to be trained, but they had always been Wen Yansheng's pride, with strong physiques and one-in-a-hundred learning abilities, and they could understand things quickly and learn them quickly.

Wen Zhexi laughed out loud and waved his hands in front of him, "No, Daddy is tired of taking care of us."

Wen Zheyun and his sister looked at each other out of the corner of their eyes, "Mom, how long will it take for you to come back after going to school for a day?"

The two siblings thought she was blind. "She goes to school six days a week, goes in the morning and comes home in the evening."

Wen Zhexi was disappointed: "Then I won't be able to see my mother for a long time."

The reason I want to go is that I don’t have to train, and the reason I don’t want to go is that I won’t be able to see my parents less in a day.

Wen Yansheng looked at them gently yet sternly, and said earnestly: "Children must learn to grow up, learn to adapt to the outside world, and will eventually leave their parents."

The two kids felt a little disappointed by this. Their eyelids drooped, and then they looked up at their parents, as if they were experiencing the price of growing up for the first time.

"We'll see each other again tonight. Mom and Dad will take you to look at schools tomorrow. You can go to whichever one you like. Mom owns two schools, and Dad does too."

"Okay, let's go."

"If my sister goes, I'll go too."

The next day they chose a new school she had opened and hired teachers who were all college students who had studied abroad. Ten days later, the two young men officially entered the campus.

They have more free time.

*

Lin Muqing and Wen Yansheng are loving parents in front of their children.

In private, they are still in love.

They always held hands intimately when going out to play, go shopping, or discuss business. She would help him dress and tie his tie, and he would arrange an outfit for her that she liked. This was a habit they developed during that cold winter of pregnancy.

And many other little things make up their loving days.

Plus, there is always a fight every day, and the feelings are getting stronger day by day.

Except for being gentle when she was pregnant, Wen Yansheng was usually extremely fierce and passionate.

Especially now that they have been together for seven years, Wen Yansheng's thought is not that he is bored, but that he is afraid that time is running out.

One morning.

"Qing'er..."

The man's gentle and intimate voice beside her ear made her heart beat faster when she woke up early.

But if you listen carefully, you can hear a hint of fear.

Wen Yansheng's hands, which were across her waist, were tightly pressed into her arms and rubbed.

"What's wrong?"

"I had a dream last night."

Wen Yansheng buried his head in her neck and took a deep breath before he felt alive again. At this moment, he faced up to one thing: the age difference between them.

"What did you dream about?"

"I dreamed that after I died, you and I were together..."

"How could you have such a dream? You also said it was a dream, something that would happen decades later, don't worry." She turned over, pushed his shoulders with both hands, and sat astride his abdominal muscles.

The beautiful woman with long hair leaned over and kissed him soothingly, and Wen Yansheng grabbed her waist with even greater force.

"Well, don't think about it, cherish the present!"

The man pressed the back of her head and kissed her passionately, his throat rolling up and down. With just one tight kiss, they had already rolled around on the big bed several times, and the thin summer quilt had slipped off.

"I love you, I love you very much..."

Each time she attacked him, she became more ferocious than the last, as if to prove her existence.

"Marshal, I love you too." The words she said were squeezed out with difficulty. Her snow-white skin was covered with sweat, her eyes were hazy, her cheeks were rosy and charming, and she met his gaze with a fragmented look.

Wen Yansheng rested his arms on her sides and kissed her red mole heavily. He had a special liking for this mole.

If he fell in love with her for a short time at the beginning because of curiosity and sensory impact, then as they met and spent time together day after day, his love for her gradually deepened and he was impressed by her wisdom and personal charm.

Can't leave her, want to be together forever.