President Daddy is too difficult to deal with

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The first family in Yucheng has been deeply rooted here since the beginning of the last century, not only in the business world but also in the political world.

There have always been rumors in the market that the Quan family's old house is a palace garden handed down from the ancestors, covering an area of ​​hundreds of acres, not to mention how gorgeous and luxurious the furnishings inside it are.

But Quan Tingmo doesn't live there.

Jingyuan is his private residence where he rests every day.

It is different from the quaint Hongda of the old house in the rumors, and it is not as traditional Chinese as the name.

Jingyuan is actually a simple, elegant and beautiful Nordic-style western-style villa.

Small and exquisite, although it is located in the city center, it can be quiet in the middle of the noise, and it is really priceless.

Quan Ting and Mo Xixi are quiet, so there are not many people in the garden. Excluding the driver, chef and bodyguards, there are only three to five daily helpers.

Here, Uncle Fu, who came from the old house, was in charge, and he also grew up with Quan Tingmo.Therefore, he knows Quan Tingmo's every move and schedule well.

So, when he saw that Quan Tingmo's car came back at noon, he was puzzled and immediately greeted him.

"Master...how do you..."

Back with a woman with a flushed face and a body like an octopus?
"Li Bai will come over in a while and let him come directly to the guest room."

Before Uncle Fu was surprised, he heard Quan Tingmo say something coldly, and then his figure disappeared.

"Hello grandpa!"

Immediately afterwards Uncle Fu heard a childish voice, and when he lowered his head, he saw a little doll smiling at him, and then disappeared along with his young master.

Then Fu Bo, who was full of question marks, stopped Gong Ming who was following behind and wanted to disappear with oil on his feet, and started endless interrogation.

But Quan Tingmo in the room strode forward, quickly brought Ye Wanwan, who had been rubbing against his arms, back to the guest room, and threw him on the bed unceremoniously.

"Daddy! Mommy will be fine!"

Quan Tingmo followed the little guy's worried eyes, and saw that the cheeks of the woman on the bed were flushed like a sunset.The brows were tightened, like ripples in the water that couldn't be smoothed out.

It might be because of the effect of the medicine, just now he started to gasp in his arms, his hands kept groping around his neck and chest, trying to take a step deeper.The alcohol smell all over his body was also mixed with these disturbing smells, which made Quan Tingmo very uncomfortable.

"Hmm...I...want to..."

The woman on the bed suddenly tore off her clothes and let out a moaning sound.

Quan Tingmo's eyes dimmed, and he immediately lifted the quilt beside the bed and wrapped Ye Wanwan up at lightning speed, and hugged her tightly with both hands, imprisoning Ye Wanwan's movements.

"Little guy, go out and play with your Uncle Gong Ming first."

"But Mommy..."

Very strange!It seems to be very hot, but why do you have to wrap it in a quilt?

"Mummy, does she want to drink water? Is she hot? Does she..."

"Gong Ming, take him out!"

As soon as Gong Ming, who arrived late, entered the room, he saw his young master sitting beside the bed with a quilt in his arms. At that time, he immediately understood, picked up the little guy and ran outside, and locked the door by the way.

At the moment when Quan Tingmo confirmed that the little guy had gone out, Ye Wanwan's hands came out of the quilt like water snakes and wrapped around Quan Tingmo's neck, as if he was longing for something. Even through the quilt, Ye Wanwan still spared no effort to rub against Quan Tingmo's body.

The moist breath poured on Quan Tingmo's neck, like tiny drops of water spraying on the skin, which was so sensitive that it made the apex of the heart tingle, crisp and even itchy.

Does Quan Tingmo feel that something is wrong with him? This feeling has not appeared for a long time.

"I want……"

A low groan instantly brought back Quan Tingmo's long-preserved memory.

The breath suddenly became thicker, and the hand holding Ye Wanwan suddenly tightened a little...