Chapter 87 Information

Her body was shaking slightly involuntarily.

Seeing her fragile appearance, he didn't want to ask anything for a moment.

There was no need to open her scars again and again.

He Yichuan stroked her back with his fingers, rubbing her tightly into his body, trying to get her out of her sad mood, "Baby, I was wrong, let's never quarrel again, okay? I like you, I love you. Be good, promise me, take good care of yourself in the future."

As he spoke, he kissed her red lips up and down, gently ravaged her, and coaxed her softly: "Be good, be obedient, my baby."

Su Xi sat on his strong thighs, letting him move, the slender figure fell into his arms, eyes slightly closed, calling his name in a confused and fascinated manner.

There was some pain in her eyes, she could only hold his pajamas tightly and let him spread them.

After a while, the clothes of both of them were scattered around the sofa, and the sound in the room rose and fell gradually.

It took a long time before it became quiet.

Late at night, on the big bed.

He Yichuan carefully covered the quilt for the woman next to him, his eyes were particularly clear.

After sitting quietly for a long time, he walked to the balcony.

He smoked a cigarette, tapped his fingertips on the railing, and looked into the darkness. He said to the person on the phone, "Dad, I want Su Xi's information." He

didn't know what was said on the other end. He Yichuan's expression gradually became heavy, his eyes were complicated, he took a puff of the cigarette in his hand, and said in a deep voice, "I'm sure you want to see it, it's her."

"Rest first, go home tomorrow." After saying that, he hung up the phone without waiting for his reply.

He Shaoping received a call from his son late at night, and his heart skipped a beat. He thought something big had happened, but he never thought it was related to his daughter-in-law.

It seems that he has to hurry up and pick a date, otherwise his grandson will come out and the wedding will not be held. He turned over and continued to sleep while thinking.

Here, He Yichuan returned to the bedroom, climbed onto the bed, put his long arms around the woman's waist, pulled her into his arms, and began to close his eyes.

The warm winter sun shone through the curtains and fell on the big bed in the room.

The person on the bed had her quilt half-covered and slipped down to her waist. Her pajamas were torn from bottom to top, revealing her sexy and smooth waistline. The quilt was tightly pressed under her body, and her slender and white legs were exposed, but she was sleeping unconscious.

Occasionally, He Yichuan would stroke her hair and touch her delicate ears from time to time, trying to wake her up from her sleep.

Finally, the person on the bed moved.

She opened her eyes impatiently, her eyes full of anger. What's wrong with him? Has menopause come early? He

has been fussing since last night!

She couldn't help but stop him: "He Yichuan, what's wrong with you? It's so annoying! Let me sleep!"

Her big eyes were half-closed, her cheek was facing him, her mouth was slightly pouted, and her usual cold breath was replaced by coquettishness.

He Yichuan leaned close to her ear and whispered: "Don't sleep, get up and eat, and then we'll go back to the old house."

"Don't make noise, let me sleep a little longer." Su Xi vaguely knew that today was the weekend. She slept late last night, and her biological clock, which she had finally established, was disrupted by him.

Coupled with what happened last night, she felt a little embarrassed and didn't know how to face He Yichuan. This man was really annoying and forced her to tell him everything.

In this case, He Yichuan didn't dare to disturb her. He had to get out of bed quietly, picked up his mobile phone and sent a message to the old house, saying that he would go back later.

When Su Xi woke up again, it was almost noon and there was no one in the room.

She got up and tidied herself. When she went downstairs, Aunt Tang was waiting by the restaurant.

When she saw her, she greeted her with a smile on her face and said gently and amiably: "Madam, you are finally up. The eldest master just finished lunch and was in the study. I said I would go upstairs to call you down, but he wouldn't let me."

Hearing Aunt Tang's words, she felt a little embarrassed, smiled and said nothing.

Aunt Tang was afraid that the lady would be shy, so she didn't say much. It was normal for young people to get up late occasionally. For example, the second young master would not get up before noon every day. Only the eldest young master had strong self-control and could get up early every day.

Under Aunt Tang's warm greeting, Su Xi finished his lunch at nearly one o'clock and sat in front of the sofa watching the news boredly.

He Yichuan came down from the second floor and saw the woman in the living room go downstairs.

After a while, he came to her, blocked her line of sight to the TV, stared at her expression, and asked with concern: "Are you up? Have you eaten?"

Su Xi didn't even raise her head, glanced at him, moved to the side, and didn't say anything.

The man saw that she was being petty, and her facial expression was particularly vivid and lovely. He couldn't help but laugh. He bent down and sat beside her, gently holding the woman's slender wrist. The delicateness of his palm made him slightly absent-minded.

Then he straightened his expression and continued to ask softly: "Well? Why don't you talk?" As he said that, his big hand was about to put on her forehead, wanting to check her physical condition.

Unexpectedly, Su Xi dodged backwards, pulled away the little hand that was ravaged by him, picked up the pillow beside her, and hit him hard several times, with his voice rising and falling in the living room: "I'm so annoying you, He Yichuan!"

Originally, the matter had already passed, but he still wanted to bring it up and asked endlessly.

He Yichuan reached out to take the pillow, put it aside, touched the bridge of his nose, and Qinghe said: "What's wrong, did you feel uncomfortable last night and hurt you?" "

Still mentioning it! He Yichuan, do you still have any sense of shame, is it about this?" Su Xi was speechless. Jing knew to change the subject, and he didn't give her a chance to avoid the question when he asked. What a cunning man!

"I was wrong, Mrs. He, we are husband and wife, isn't it normal to chat? Besides, I want to understand you and have the right to know everything about you." His eyes fell on her, his eyes were scorching as if they had temperature, burning her fair cheeks.

Then he held her in his arms regardless of her resistance, his eyes fixed on her rosy lips, and continued: "Honesty is the most important thing. No matter what happens in the future, you must tell me, and put your own safety first. Promise me, okay? Su Xi."

Su Xi's breathing tightened, she twisted her body and looked at him without saying anything, her eyelashes trembled, and her heart skipped a beat.

Seeing this, He Yichuan did not force her, but gently touched her long eyelashes, pinched her soft cheeks, patted her slender back, and pulled her up, "Let's go back to the old house." She

was a little puzzled, why did he suddenly go back to the old house, she was very sleepy this morning, and she heard him talk about it in a daze.

"Nothing, just go back and stay for one night. It's just right that you can play with An An on the weekend." He Yichuan explained with his eyes lowered.