The sweet pet of a wealthy family: He Shao's substitute bride

He Yi rubbed Jiang Ruoyue's head, "It's quite smart."

Jiang Ruoyue pouted the corners of her mouth, and couldn't help but said, "Hmph, I couldn't even think of this? Anyway, I'm also a top student in a prestigious school."

Although after pregnancy, she always felt tired and her brain slowed down a lot, but she was still able to do better.

Seeing that Jiang Ruoyue was in a good mood, He Yi couldn't help teasing her: "Top student? My dear, the old lady is selling melons, selling melons and boasting?"

Jiang Ruoyue was so angry that she pinched He Yi's thigh: "Laugh at me again, don't you mess with me? Let's see how I deal with you."

There was little flesh on the man's thigh, He Yi suddenly throbbed in pain, and immediately begged for mercy.

"Don't dare, dear wife, please forgive me, you are clearly murdering your husband, the inside is definitely swollen."

Jiang Ruoyue stared at her almond-shaped eyes, and her mouth was also puckered: "Hmph, if you get swollen, you'll get swollen. Anyway, you're not afraid of death. You can't stand the pain."

He Yi knew that Jiang Ruoyue had a clever tongue.

At this moment, He Yi felt sleepy, he yawned, got up, and held Jiang Ruoyue by the hand.

"Come to bed with me."

"I'm not going, you go by yourself, I'm not sleepy at all." She just woke up, how could she sleep.

"You stay with me by the side, good boy, my husband hasn't closed his eyes for almost forty hours."

After a fierce fight, he came back and guarded Jiang Ruoyue in his clothes until dawn. Every cell in his body was clamoring for a rest.

While talking, He Yi yawned again, Jiang Ruoyue couldn't bear it, and followed him to the bedroom.

He Yi fell asleep as soon as he touched the bed, Jiang Ruoyue couldn't sleep, stared at him for a while, and traced his index finger from the bridge of his nose to the line of his lips, and then continued to move down to his slender neck.

He Yi moved slightly, closed his eyes and grabbed her hand: "Baby, don't make trouble."

After people passed by again, Jiang Ruoyue stared at his naked upper body, with two slightly dark red plums on it, full of sexiness, gently undulating with the beating of his heart.

Jiang Ruoyue suddenly felt very thirsty between her lips, she swallowed deeply, and sat up deliberately, took a glass of water from the pillow cabinet, took a big gulp, and then lay down again.

After holding on for a while, still unable to resist the temptation, I lightly stroked a red plum with my hand, and started to play with it.

Suddenly, the big bed shook, and the high-grade goose down quilt was lifted, and she was rolled onto a hot chest and pressed tightly against her.

There was something wrong with He Yi's voice, he said patiently: "What are you playing?"

Jiang Ruoyue's face was flushed, and she immediately wanted to pull her hand out, but He Yi buckled her waist so tightly that there was no gap.

Jiang Ruoyue was not convinced: "What's wrong with touching it? You are my husband, didn't you just bring me to touch it? Didn't you touch it..."

Realizing that she was becoming more and more outspoken, Jiang Ruoyue immediately shut up, feeling so hot, so hot.

He Yi let out a muffled laugh, and his well-proportioned Adam's apple twitched, "Didn't I touch it? Why didn't I finish? Where did I touch you?"

At this moment, Jiang Ruoyue's face became thinner, "Bastard, let go of me, I'm holding down the child, the child is kicking you, bad father."