Mengbao against the sky: Daddy fell from the sky

Thank you for showing up in time and saving her from the siege. If it wasn't for him, not only would she lose everything tonight, let alone deal with Yang Haining.

He Junlin's sports car suddenly stopped by the side of the road, Yang Zhuoying was startled, not understanding what he wanted to do.

The light of the street lamp was blocked by the leaves next to it, and the light in the carriage seemed dim. She felt that the sight falling on her body was too hot, and Yang Zhuoying's heart beat faster, as if it was about to jump to her throat.

"you"

"It's just saying thank you, it's too insincere." As he said, he stretched out his hand and grabbed her wrist, and her body froze suddenly.

"Then what do you think"

He Junlin didn't speak, but just looked at her fixedly, his eyes locked her tightly like an invisible rope, preventing her from moving.

"Don't refuse." As soon as the words fell, a hot kiss fell, Yang Zhuoying choked for breath, instinctively wanted to refuse, and remembered his warning, and stopped the hand on his chest.

"Accept me" He Junlin Shaya's voice sounded.

Yang Zhuoying grabbed his skirt with both hands, her eyes were blurred, upon hearing his words, she didn't refuse him anymore, her red lips slightly parted, and let him drive straight in
He Junlin's handsome eyes narrowed slightly, and he saw her distracted look in his eyes, and a satisfied smile appeared on his thin lips.

After the kiss was over, He Junlin's slender fingers caressed her blushing cheeks, forbearance and restraint gleamed in his eyes, if it wasn't for the wrong occasion, he wouldn't have stopped just now.

Yang Zhuoying was not much better, her body was filled with a wave of emotion that was unfamiliar to her, her whole body was numb, she felt that she needed a glass of ice water at this moment.

"Let's go home."

He Junlin's deep voice suddenly sounded in his ear, and Yang Zhuoying nodded without thinking, "Okay."

The carriage was a bit stuffy, and the air was filled with a delirious atmosphere. Yang Zhuoying's head was blank at the moment, she couldn't think, her lips were a little red and swollen, and there seemed to be a dark fire burning inside her body, which made her just want to get out of the present as soon as possible. the vibe.

He Junlin drove very fast. It usually takes half an hour by car, but he abruptly shortened it to 10 minutes.

The car drove into the garage and stopped the car. He Junlin didn't open the door immediately, turned his head, and stared at Yang Zhuoying with burning eyes.

As if being burned by his eyes, Yang Zhuoying's sanity suddenly returned.

"He Junlin, I think we should talk"

"Don't talk, I don't have time."

With a handsome face in front of her eyes, He Junlin's aggressive aura enveloped her, as if she couldn't wait for a second, she clasped her chin with one hand, and covered her thin lips.

At this moment, He Junlin turned into a dangerous and charismatic hunter, weaving a big net and trapping Yang Zhuoying, his prey, in it.

Yang Zhuoying's rationality was shouting, push him away, this is too dangerous to continue!

However, the body seemed to be poisoned by him, unable to move, allowing him to manipulate.
Suddenly, a familiar bell rang through the quiet space, waking up Yang Zhuoying, who was a little confused. She realized that she was being pressed down by He Junlin at this moment, her clothes were half opened, and she couldn't imagine what would happen if she continued. .

She pushed away He Junlin who was pressing on her body, hurriedly pulled the clothes on her body, and glared fiercely at the man who took advantage of her.

The phone rang non-stop, so she had to take out the phone from her bag to see that it was her son calling, and she didn't care about settling accounts with him, so she connected the phone.

"Mummy, when will you and Daddy come back?"

"We're home, let's come in." Saying that, Yang Zhuoying glanced at the car's interior mirror, checked her clothes and hair, and then opened the door to get out of the car.

He Junlin's face was terribly gloomy, but it was his son who interrupted his good deeds, and there was nothing he could do if he got angry again.

Seeing Yang Zhuoying walking away, he had no choice but to get out of the car and chase her away.

Hearing the sound of footsteps catching up behind her, Yang Zhuoying didn't turn her head back, but quickened her pace and walked towards the main house.

"Mummy, you're back." Hearing footsteps, the little guy immediately jumped off the sofa and walked towards Yang Zhuoying.

"Are you full for dinner?" Yang Zhuoying stepped forward to hug him and asked.

The little guy nodded, told her what to eat tonight, and asked her why she came back so late.

"Wow, Mommy, you are so beautiful tonight, you must be the most gorgeous in the audience, doesn't Daddy have a lot of rivals in love?" The little guy stared at Mommy and flattered her.

Hearing her son's words, Yang Zhuoying laughed, "Guess."

"Daddy, you're also very handsome today." The little guy saw He Junlin coming in, looked at him with big watery eyes, and found that Daddy's complexion was not very good-looking, as if someone had offended him.

"Is Daddy angry?"

The little guy thought he was speaking very quietly, but he heard everything he should have heard.

He Junlin was extremely depressed, but he also felt that it was childish to blame his son, so he opened his arms, "Come here."

The little guy immediately reached out and hugged him happily, "Daddy, I want to hold him high."

In the past, he was very envious of children with a daddy who could be held high. After meeting He Junlin, whenever he found an opportunity, he would pester his daddy and throw him high.

"Yeah." He Junlin chuckled, lowered his head and kissed him, and then threw him up. The little guy was not afraid of the danger of high heels, so he kept giggling with his mouth open.

Yang Zhuoying took the opportunity to go back to her room to change clothes, remembering the scene in the car just now, her face burned with shame.

no!She must make it clear to the man that such a thing can never happen again. It is agreed that they are only a couple in name and he cannot touch her.

When she came out after changing her clothes, she heard the little guy shouting that she was hungry and wanted to eat supper. Yang Zhuoying also felt hungry. At the wedding banquet tonight, she was only focused on dealing with Yang Haining and didn't eat much.

"Okay, I'm going to cook some noodles, do you want it?" She casually asked He Junlin who was at the side. She thought he would refuse, but she didn't expect him to order the dishes without hesitation.

"I'll have spaghetti with a fried egg and ham."

This man is too impolite, Yang Zhuoying rolled her eyes and joked: "Do you want two more vegetables?"

"Yes." He Junlin tugged on his tie, planning to go into the room to take a shower before coming out to eat noodles.

So, the two father and son went into the room to take a bath together, while Yang Zhuoying went to the kitchen to cook supper.

Yang Zhuoying felt that He Junlin had helped her so much tonight, and in order to repay him, she should cook him a delicious meal, so she tried her best to make supper.

Putting the cooked spaghetti on the table, when Yang Zhuoying was about to call for someone, He Junlin led the little guy in.

Looking at the man who walked in, Yang Zhuoying's heart skipped a beat.

He is a standard clothes hanger, wearing casual clothes at this time, with his perfect face, he is like a gentle scum, no, the representative of gentleness, a pair of deep eyes are like an unfathomable deep pool , as if it can make people addicted to it, and they can't call themselves.

He Junlin led his son to sit down at the table, looked at Yang Zhuoying who was in a daze, and curled his thin lips lightly, "What's wrong?"