Daddy, Delivery of Mommy Has Arrived!

In the cold and difficult night, under the warmth of his side, his face was well rested.

When the face woke up early the next morning, the sky outside was already bright.

Reached out to the side of the table and took the communicator and took a look at it. It was already eight o'clock in the morning.

Thinking of something suddenly in his mind, he turned around and looked at the other side of the bed hurriedly.

The side of the bed was empty and there was nothing.

Yan Yan reached there and touched it. The temperature on the bed had already cooled down. Obviously, he had been away for a long time.

She couldn't tell how she felt in her heart.

While letting out a sigh of relief, there seemed to be a hint of extremely complicated feelings.

She had never seen a man like this before, who could persist so affectionately to make people feel distressed, and so rascal that she couldn't help strangling him to death.

When she thought he was a good person, and she had misunderstood him before, he was so bad that people gritted her teeth and she wanted to choke him to death immediately.

When she finally decided to kill the killer, he was always so affectionate and gentle, making her feel that all his actions were justifiable, and there was no way to kill him.

Every time she saw him, she couldn't help but be attracted to him.

As if he was the South Pole of the magnet, and she was the North Pole.

As long as they meet, her eyes and all her thoughts will be attracted by him.

She has no way to understand what kind of situation this is.

Is this the so-called like?

But how is this possible?

She hated that stinky rascal for not having time. If it weren't for Little Mango's sake, and wanted to kill him every minute, how could she like him.

Rong Yan stretched his hands on the quilt, covered his head, and flipped **** the bed.

However, her dreams of last night and the night before flashed uncontrollably in her mind.

She unexpectedly...she dreamed of the same scene for two consecutive days, dreaming that she was with the stinky rascal Yun Yi.

In the dream, his firm and tight muscles shook in front of her eyes, sweat slipped from his forehead, and that handsome face had a **** and beautiful smile.

The big slender hand followed the curve of her body and slid over every part of her body, causing tremors.

Then take her to the peak of ultimate pleasure one after another.

Every feeling in the body is too real, and every scene in front of her is her own experience, not a dream.

A dull voice kept shouting in her ear, "face, face, face..."

"Face?"

Yan Yan opened his eyes fiercely, and took a few violent breaths.

If Yun Yi approached her not for the original stone of the Su family, then there is only one possibility.

She is really similar to his wife, that is, the long face.

That's why Yun Yi was like this, entangled her again and again, caring for her in every possible way.

He looked into her eyes, that kind of affection can't deceive people.

However, she is not a face, she is not!

He stretched his hand to cover the quilt on his head, and rolled a few times on the bed irritably.

If you were seen by that **** Yun Yi, she would probably laugh at her again, saying that she was stupid like a child.

No, no, why does she always think of him?

Smelly hooligan, dead hooligan, even let her in a dream.

But why would she have such a dream?

And... and it was two consecutive nights.

Others say that you have thoughts on the day and dreams at night.

Could it be that the reason she dreamed of this was because in fact she was longing deep in her heart...

No, it must not be the case.

It must be the dead gangster Yun Yi, who always did those strange things to her before going to bed, and hugged her tightly, that's why she had such a dream.

Yes, that's it, it must be like this!

Finally smoothed his thoughts, the face finally breathed a sigh of relief.

The body has returned to normal at this moment, there is no burning fire, nor coldness, as if everything that happened last night was just an illusion.

But looking at the slightly sunken marks on the bed beside her, she clearly knew that everything was true last night.

Biting his lip, looking for a moment, then turned and went to the bathroom.

After washing and just walking out of the house, the communicator placed on the side table rang.

Yan Yan stepped forward, stretched out his hand to hold it, and looked at the small screen of the communicator. The word "Little Mango" was displayed on it.

Little mango? what is this? Who would call such a weird name?

After thinking about it, pressing the answer on the communicator, a delicate face projected into the air from the communicator. It was the child she saw with Yun Yi that day when she was at the auction house.

She was completely unconscious after leaving the auction house before. For the past two days, she had been troubled by Yun Yi's stinky rogue, and she had not paid attention to the communication device.

It turned out he was called Little Mango!

However, the parents of this little guy didn't know what they were thinking, and it would be too irresponsible to give his son such a strange name.

Rong Yan didn't hold it back in her heart, and silently uttered a few words first.

Just after vomiting over here, there was a sneeze over there.

Raising his hand and touching her nose, she didn't know who was scolding her behind her back.

Seeing her sneezing, Little Mango said hurriedly over there, "Mummy, what's the matter with you? Did you catch a cold?"

Seeing the little guy's caring little face and the soft little appearance still carrying a baby fat, the face looked at him with a warm smile.

"It's okay, just choked on the nose by the floating dust.

Little Mango, are you looking for me? "

Hearing that she was not sick, Xiao Mango nodded in relief, looked at her with a smile, and asked softly. "Mommy, do you have time today?"

That day, the face was really small, and the smile turned into two crescent eyes, and instantly blocked the face that had originally wanted to refuse.

A few words whirled in my heart, and finally he said, "Yes, what's the matter?"

"Mummy promised last time that if I miss you, I can find you.

I miss you now, can I find you? "Little Mango glanced at her cautiously, as if she was afraid she would disagree.

With that pitiful look, his face instantly softened, "Yes."

When Little Mango heard this answer from the face, a big smile immediately reappeared on her face.

"Well, thank you Mommy, I will send the meeting address to your communication device right away."

Looking at the face with a smile, he nodded and said okay, only then did Little Mango hung up the communicator.

Next to him, Yun Yi glanced at him disgustingly, "You didn't use this milky voice last year to speak."

Little Mango looked at him even more disgustingly, "The most important thing to get Mommy to do is, unlike you, I have met so many times. Every time I meet, Mommy will only hate you more.

At your speed, you just wait to be single for a lifetime. "