A Long Way to Marriage: Sweet New Wife Loves Not Enough

Lin Qinghuan's gentle fingers stroked the bruise at the corner of his mouth. Even though it was a minor injury, she still couldn't bear to look at it.

Rong Che hesitated, but finally denied it: "No."

"It was fine before going to bed last night, why did it become like this when I woke up?" Looking at him, Lin Qinghuan asked seriously.

Rong Che thought for a while before opening his mouth: "I was bitten by you."

Lin Qinghuan: "..." For a long time, she cast a sideways glance at him and said, "How is that possible!"

"Really." On the contrary, Rong Che became more and more certain as he spoke, and he showed her a demonstration by the way.

She tossed and turned and kissed, and finally, her teeth bit the corner of her mouth lightly, and there was a smile in her bright eyes, as if to say, look, that's it.

Lin Qinghuan blushed, and pushed him away, with a displeased expression on her face: "You mess around!"

Rong Che obviously didn't intend to tell her, but he didn't think it was serious, so he didn't ask any more.

Lin Qinghuan pushed him away, wanting to get up.

However, as soon as the quilt was lifted, Rong Che hugged her directly from behind, pulling her back into his arms involuntarily and pressing her under him.

Interlocking his fingers, he pressed her hands on both sides of her shoulders, knelt down on her body, looked down at her, and asked seriously: "Is the injury on the corner of the mouth obvious?"

Lin Qinghuan looked into his burning eyes, and finally nodded.

Rong Che stretched out the tip of his tongue and licked it, then frowned slightly: "It does hurt."

Lin Qinghuan flattened the corners of her mouth: "Since it hurts, why don't you let me go?"

"I hurt, is there any necessary connection with letting go of you?"

Lin Qinghuan was speechless: "I'll go find some medicine for you. It's Siyuan's birthday tonight. How can you meet people like this?"

Rong Che lowered his head and kissed the corner of her mouth, biting lightly, which was heavier than a kiss, but it would not hurt her.

Lin Qinghuan hid in a panic: "Rong Che... what are you doing!"

Rong Che kissed her for a long time before letting go of her. Both of them were breathing heavily, and their ambiguous breaths were intertwined. The gradually rising body temperature seemed to melt the two of them together.

His eyes were so hot that Lin Qinghuan didn't dare to look at him, she shrank into his arms, avoiding his sight.

However, Rong Che made a move, and his slender fingers landed on the red and swollen lips that had just been kissed violently by him. The corners of the lips were raised, making people unable to look directly at them, and the clear voice suppressed a little lust, hoarse and sexy: "A little heavier in a while, and the two of us will be the same."

He slowly rubbed against her lips with his fingertips, and the itchy feeling passed through her lips, as if it was about to itch to his heart.

Lin Qinghuan turned her head to avoid it, and moved her body impatiently, but no matter how she moved, she was still tightly held in Rong Che's arms.

Rong Che's fiery kiss fell on her forehead, as soft as a feather falling, endlessly.

His kiss fell to the corner of her mouth again, Lin Qinghuan subconsciously avoided it.

However, Rong Che was always chasing after him, unwilling to let go.

Lin Qinghuan: "No...don't!"

Don't be like him!
Rong Che didn't force him, and kept kissing all over her body, and finally fell into her ears, his hoarse and ambiguous voice exploded in her ears: "If you don't want it, you don't want it, anyway, I still want to be with someone else." Said you bit it."

"Bastard..." Before Dandan could say anything, Rong Che kissed Lin Qinghuan's lips firmly, and wrapped her in his arms, and they were inextricably entangled...

Although the corners of Lin Qinghuan's mouth did not leave any traces, her body was not spared. Small strawberries were planted everywhere. Looking at the traces left on her body, Rong Che looked satisfied.

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When Rong Che and Lin Qinghuan got up and went down, Rong Siyuan and Zhao Ma were below.

Rong Siyuan was holding an exquisite gift box with a straight bow tied on it. Rong Siyuan got up at eight o'clock in the morning. Up to now, he has been waiting for almost three hours.

Zhao's mother couldn't stand it anymore: "Young master, you should be busy with your work, I will call you when the young master and others come down later?"

Rong Siyuan flattened the corners of his mouth, fiddling with the bow on the gift box with immature fingers, and said unwillingly: "No, Dad said, the day I was born was the most painful day for my mother, and her pain was much, much more than ordinary people , although I have never seen her, but...but..."

He hesitated, not knowing whether to say it or not.

Zhao Ma asked, "But what? Young Master?"

Rong Siyuan's clear eyes narrowed, his fingers wrapped around the bow, and he said after a while: "Although she is not, but...but I think she is."

This kind of emotion is quite strange.

I don't know if it's dependence or what, if possible, Rong Siyuan would like to see Lin Qinghuan's expression when he receives the gift.

"Besides, I asked my father, and my father said..." Rong Siyuan thought for a while before saying, "My father said, you can give it to Lin Qinghuan."

Originally, both father and son wanted to go together.

Whether Rong Che or Rong Siyuan photographed that dress, it will be given away in the name of Rong Siyuan in the end.

Lin Qinghuan stood at the entrance of the spiral staircase, didn't hear the words in front of him, but heard the words behind that his father said that he could give it to Lin Qinghuan, and subconsciously turned his head to look at Rong Che who was at the side.

The corner of Rong Che's mouth raised, and he stopped her shoulder from going down.

Rong Siyuan heard the voice and turned his head to look over, seeing the two of them coming down, he immediately ran over holding the box.

The poor little face was turned upside down, only Lin Qinghuan was in his eyes.

Holding the gift box in his hand, he handed it to Lin Qinghuan, hesitated for a while before saying: "The skirt I bought for you, I told you the other day, is this."

Lin Qinghuan looked down at Rong Siyuan and didn't speak for a long time.

The joy on Rong Siyuan's face dimmed little by little, he held the box all the time, his arms were a little sore, he looked at her with anticipation on his face: "You...don't you like it?"

Lin Qinghuan turned her head slightly, trying to speak, but her throat always felt hoarse.

Her eyes were a little hot, and she always looked down at Rong Siyuan like this, as if hot tears were about to fall in a second.

For a moment, Lin Qinghuan twitched the corners of her mouth, then squatted down, looked up at Rong Siyuan, and said with a smile: "I like it, why don't I like it?"

Rong Siyuan smiled reassuringly.

Lin Qinghuan's warm palms covered his cheeks, and there was always a warm smile on the corner of his mouth. After a while, the corners of his mouth curved up a little more: "But what should I do? I didn't have time to prepare a gift for you?"

Rong Siyuan hesitated a little, but quickly shook his head: "It's okay, you don't need to prepare a gift for me, anyway, I..." I don't need anything.

His eyes dimmed a bit when he said this.

Is there nothing missing?
Obviously missing a mother.

However, Lin Qinghuan said very seriously: "How can I do it? Today is your birthday!" After speaking, she began to think seriously: "However, ordinary gifts are indeed a bit tacky, why don't I give you some special ones? Bar."

Normally, Rong Siyuan wouldn't be particularly interested in this.

Like Rong Che, he is indifferent by nature, and he doesn't like surprises and special things. Naturally, gifts are also included.

The future heir of the Rong family will naturally have everything.

But, if Lin Qinghuan said it...

Rong Siyuan was obviously very interested: "What's special?"

Lin Qinghuan raised the corner of her mouth, rubbed Rong Siyuan's little head, and smiled sideways: "Didn't you ask me last time if I would like to be your mother? I didn't answer you at that time, but now I..."

"Lin Qinghuan..." Rong Che stood beside him without opening his mouth, but when he heard Lin Qinghuan's words, he immediately opened his mouth.

However, Lin Qinghuan looked at him with a smile: "This is a matter between me and Siyuan. Today, why don't you interfere?"

Although the tone was casual, Rong Che could see the request in her eyes.

Rong Che opened his mouth, hesitant to speak, seeing Lin Qinghuan looking at him with a very persistent look, finally, he twitched the corners of his mouth, turned and went to the restaurant.

Looking at Rong Che's back, Rong Siyuan's immature brows were wrinkled, with a worried expression on his face.

Lin Qinghuan held his cheeks, made him look at her, patted her chest and said, "Now, I can tell you the answer."

He took a deep breath, and the smile on the corner of his mouth was gentle and gentle: "However, I also want to ask you, do you still want me to be your mother now? If you still want to, I will promise you."

Rong Siyuan looked at her blankly.

Lin Qinghuan narrowed her eyes and smiled slightly, and asked cautiously: "Don't you want to?"

"No, no!" Rong Siyuan kept nodding while saying no.

Lin Qinghuan couldn't help laughing when she saw it: "Is it true or not?"

Rong Siyuan was about to cry: "It's not that you don't want to... no, it's... that you want to..." As he spoke, his voice was full of tears: "I thought...you didn't want to."

In fact, he regretted it the last time he finished speaking.

After all, Lin Qinghuan is not, she is still young, why does she have to be his mother?

She could obviously have children of her own.

He just wanted it, wanted it so much, and couldn't help himself to say it.

After I finished speaking, I felt regretful, but even if I regretted, I still wanted to say...

This is a vicious circle, but Rong Siyuan can't quit.

The housekeeper Rong Siyuan cried, and Lin Qinghuan wanted to cry too, but it was obviously a very happy thing, so why did she cry.

It's all over, all the suffering and torture in the past are over.

"I'm not unwilling either." Lin Qinghuan held Rong Siyuan in her arms and whispered.

Rong Che stood in the dining room, holding a milk glass and looking in the direction of the two of them.

What is willing or not, it is itself, why is it willing or not?

He didn't want Lin Qinghuan to suffer this kind of grievance, but it was like he didn't tell Lin Qinghuan the truth directly at the beginning.

Now, how should Lin Qinghuan tell Rong Siyuan?

Many things cannot be explained.

not to mention……

Rong Che narrowed his eyes, before he put down the cup in his hand, the phone in his pocket rang, interrupting his thoughts.

Putting down the milk glass, took out the phone and looked at it. Looking at the name on it, his brows tightened, and then he turned and went out.

Lin Qinghuan let go of Rong Siyuan, then got up and took his hand and walked towards the restaurant, hugging Rong Siyuan onto the dining chair.

Looking through the window, looking at the figure of Rong Che answering the phone outside, the corners of his mouth twitched...