Meng Zhao said it so confidently that Qingying did not doubt it. After refusing for a few times, she accepted the money.

After sending Qingying back to Lin's house, Meng Zhao sat for a while and then left.

Another day, Meng Zhao wanted to go to the pastry stall to look for Qingying.

But today, Qingying did not come, and the pastry stall was empty. Even Lin Heng did not come to help sell snacks.

Meng Zhao was worried about Qingying and hurried to Lin's house.

He climbed the wall and jumped into the yard. Qinghe was squatting on the ground not far away, fighting crickets.

Hearing the sound of Meng Zhao landing, he looked up and immediately called out, "Brother-in-law."

Although Qingying had already married someone else, Meng Zhao still felt inexplicably happy when Qinghe called him like that.

He stretched out a finger, put it on his lips, and made a "huh" gesture.

Then he moved closer to Qinghe and asked in a low voice, "Is your brother-in-law at home?"

Qinghe pointed at Meng Zhao, "Brother-in-law, aren't you here?"

Meng Zhao was referring to Lin Heng, and he asked again, "Is your other brother-in-law at home?"

Qinghe scratched his head, looking confused, and said in a baby voice, "There is no other brother-in-law. "

Meng Zhao gestured to Lin Hang's appearance," That's the tall and strong man with a slightly dark complexion, who often helps your sister carry the baskets back."

After Meng Zhao's description, Qinghe immediately reacted, "Brother Hang, you are talking about Brother Hang."

Brother Hang, it seems that Qingying calls that man like this.

Meng Zhao was a little surprised, why even Qinghe called that man Brother Hang.

He nodded: "Yes, it's that man."

Qinghe scratched his head and said in confusion: "But Brother Hang is not your brother-in-law, Brother Hang is your cousin."

Cousin?

Meng Zhao was stunned, and hurriedly grabbed Qinghe's shoulder and asked: "Isn't he your sister's husband? Is he just a cousin?"

"Yes. "Qinghe nodded and said in a childish voice: "Hengge is just my cousin, not my sister's husband. Aren't you my sister's husband?"

Listening to Qinghe's childish words, Meng Zhao was surprised and happy. His whole body was shaking with excitement. He hurriedly asked: "Where is your sister? I have something to say to your sister."

Qinghe pointed to a room on the left and said, "She is in the room. My sister said that the baby was bothering her and she was not feeling well, so she went back to the room to sleep. "

As soon as Qinghe finished speaking, Meng Zhao immediately walked into the inner room.

He pushed open the door and looked inside, and saw a beautiful girl lying on the bed, with her eyes closed, sleeping peacefully.

Meng Zhao walked over slowly, he looked at the girl's beautiful face quietly for a while, suddenly lowered his head, and pressed his thin lips against her rosy lips.

"Little liar, you deceived me so badly. "

Meng Zhao held the girl's full and soft lips and bit them gently, sucking and inhaling.

"Hmm..." Aoki felt a licking sensation on her lips, and the tip of her tongue was hooked by the man's big tongue. Her breathing was blocked and she slowly woke up from her sleep.

Through her blurry vision, she saw Meng Zhao's familiar face and reached out to push him away: "Young Master, you... don't do this, when Brother Heng comes back and sees you, he will misunderstand."

Meng Zhao bit Qingying's lips angrily and said hatefully: "Little liar, do you still want to deceive me now? That man is your cousin, what kind of husband is he. The baby in your belly is mine, right? "

Qingying bit her lip and said nothing. She obviously didn't expect that Meng Zhao would see through the truth so quickly.

She was still thinking about deceiving him for a while.

Meng Zhao's slender fingers slid down from Qingying's collar, and he opened her He leaned over and licked her round and small ear beads, and wrapped his fingers around her breasts, which had become much plumper due to pregnancy.

The man twisted her cherry-red nipples and pinched them, causing a numb feeling to rise in Qingying's chest.

"Hmm..." Aoying frowned slightly, bit her lips and moaned.

This itchy and unbearable feeling was too torturous. Her body became more sensitive after pregnancy. After a while, she softened and let the man do whatever he wanted. There seemed to be a stream of liquid flowing out between her slender white legs.