Chapter 1735 My Family Has a Son 2
Lu Jiang's fingers were very rough, but they were very hot wherever they touched. He pressed them on the skin behind his shoulder. After a moment, the heat from his fingertips turned into a raging flame. Feng Qingxue heard a heavy gasp and turned her head to be kissed by him on the mouth.
A short separation is better than a new marriage. The ancients were right.
As soon as Feng Qingxue thought of this sentence, she fell into confusion and confusion.
From the bathtub to the bed, they made love all the time. She was so tired that she didn't even want to move a finger. Lu Jiang's low laugh rang in her ears: "Did you neglect training in the South China Sea Fleet? Your physical strength is not as good as before."
"I'm old. I'm already a grandmother."
Lu Jiang kissed her cheek, like kissing a peeled egg, and then turned her face to face his eyes. In his eyes, there was only a flower blooming at night, charming and beautiful, making people's heart flutter. Only he knew how soft she was, "How could there be such a young and beautiful grandmother in the world? Let me see it quickly."
Feng Qingxue threw herself into his arms, "It's been a few months since we last met, Jiang, you've changed!"
Lu Jiang stroked her smooth back gently. "It's not a few months, it's more than half a year. Work, children, family and social interactions have occupied most of our lives. I suddenly feel that if we continue like this, what kind of relationship will there be between husband and wife? Starting today, we must make changes, pay less attention to others, and care more about each other."
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Lu Jiang turned over and pressed her down, a series of kisses fell on her face and neck, and continued down, "The night is still long."
She was always busy after marriage, doing many things over and over again, which was so dull that she was almost numb. Suddenly, she felt the passion of her youth, and it was like magma finding an opportunity and erupting.
Although he was over 40, he never slacked off in his training and had amazing physical strength. When Feng Qingxue woke up the next day, it was already noon. There was no trace of Lu Jiang by her pillow, and there was a note he left on the bedside table.
The youngest of the triplets is seven years old now. They will have their own classmates and friends, and studying will take up most of their time. As parents, they no longer need to take care of every detail as they did when they were hungry.
Feng Qingxue rubbed her waist, a sweet smile unconsciously appearing on her face.
Although she has become accustomed to spending most of her time on the trivialities of the family, and to not having intimate behavior or saying sweet words when she is away from home, she still has a desire in her heart to express the love between husband and wife as she pleases, to maintain the romance and passion between husband and wife forever, and not let it fade away with time and age.
After drinking a glass of water, she cleaned up the room carefully, washed herself, put the tub away, and changed into clean clothes. Then she picked up the note, which was written in a flourish: "The meal is on the table. I will have a meeting during the day, eat in the cafeteria at noon, and wait for me to come back in the evening."
Feng Qingxue didn't know how bright her smile was at this moment, her eyebrows were curved and her eyes were sparkling.
"Okay, let's change together." It's not too late to start now. Feng Qingxue stared at his face. He was in the best years of his life. He did not have the immaturity of a young man, nor the decline of an old man. He was mature, steady and extremely charming.
Feng Qingxue smiled, her face covered with a bright light.
She lifted the gauze cover on the dining table and saw a thermos bucket, an egg, a steamed bun made of whole grains and a plate of pickles.
The thermos was filled with thick rice porridge, about a bowl's worth. Feng Qingxue poured it into the lunch box, drank it slowly, and ate the rest, leaving only half a plate of pickles.
After washing the dishes and the clothes she had taken off, Feng Qingxue raised her hand to check the time. It was already half past eleven.
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