Ma'am, don't be greedy, Mr. Fu brings hundreds of billions and children to marry

As soon as he arrived upstairs, Fu Zhaochen pressed Sheng Yiruo against the door panel, and the tight muscles of his thighs pressed against Sheng Yiruo's side through his trousers.

His voice was ambiguous and low, "Xiaotu, that Gu Huai has been chatting with you all night. He looks at you lovingly. I...I'm jealous..."

His forehead was pressed against Sheng Yiruo's, and their breaths were intertwined.

Sheng Yiruo's cheeks turned red, "Don't talk nonsense. Why are you jealous that I'm chatting with my own psychiatrist?"

"do you like him?"

Fu Zhaochen's eyes were full of blood, "I don't allow you to like any man other than me."

After speaking, he kissed her.

Fu Zhaochen didn't want to give Sheng Yiruo time to think and answer. He was afraid of hearing the answer he didn't want to hear.

His hands were dishonest, and soon his fingertips made Sheng Yiruo's body feel hot, and he took her to the bathroom.

Sheng Yiruo, "Are you crazy?"

"I have a way to make you..." Fu Zhaochen's eyes were filled with lust, "I want you to feel comfortable..."

Sheng Yiheng originally thought about getting the inspection materials, but Fu Zhaochen probably got the "inspection materials" by himself now, and he also added interest.

The two took a mandarin duck bath together. Fu Zhaochen's full and smooth muscle lines were pressed against Sheng Yiruo's slender waist. She resisted him step by step, but she couldn't resist his grinding.

Because Sheng Yiruo was in the puerperium, the two of them didn't really have sex, but it didn't prevent them from meeting each other's physiological needs.

In the dark night, Fu Zhaochen held Sheng Yiruo and felt her only submission in a long time. Sheng Yiruo felt as if she had fallen into an ice cave against his generous and hot chest.

"Zhao Chen, do you only care about my feelings and feelings when you do that kind of thing with me?"

Sheng Yiruo's voice was small but it made Fu Zhaochen feel heartbroken.

He said hoarsely, "Why do you think so?"

Sheng Yiruo turned her head and looked at Fu Zhaochen, her black eyes flashed with a trace of fatigue, "Did I tell you right?"

"Xiaotu, you should know my feelings for you," Fu Zhaochen stroked her slightly damp hair, "As for you, there is a reason why you think I am cold to my children."

Sheng Yiruo curled up his lips, "Why? Why do you want to tell me now?"

Fu Zhaochen paused there, his mind spinning rapidly, thinking about where to start, but whenever he mentioned that he had done DNA with the child, and did not ask Yi Ruo to do DNA with the child immediately, she would definitely Thinking he didn't trust her.

But in fact, Fu Zhaochen did not give Sheng Yiruo enough trust in the whole matter, especially when he learned that the child was not his, but the blood type was the same as Chen Jingxu's, he had lost his mind.

What Fu Zhaochen was thinking about during that time was how to force himself to accept the fact that his wife was pregnant with someone else's child, to accept raising the child and to maintain his marriage with Sheng Yiruo.

Before he found any clues, what he did did not show any trust in Sheng Yiruo.

While thinking, Fu Zhaochen felt that Sheng Yiheng could let Sheng Yiheng see the truth bit by bit.

Looking at Fu Zhaochen who was silent, Sheng Yiruo smiled and said, "You have nothing to say?"

She took off Fu Zhaochen's hand on her waist, stood up, and suddenly felt a few strands of her hair falling off due to the pressure of Fu Zhaochen's arm. She rubbed her scalp painfully.

The smooth and smooth back, fair and delicate, made Fu Zhaochen's eyes warm, but at the moment, he knew that Sheng Yiruo was very disappointed in him.

Fu Zhaochen reached out to grab Sheng Yiruo's arm, but she dodged it, "You're satisfied, go home!"

Fu Zhaochen laughed angrily at the stubborn Sheng Yiruo, "Are you forced to fulfill your marital obligations with me?"

Sheng Yiruo lowered his head to see the child, who was sleeping soundly. "You have to ask about something that is so obvious?"

Fu Zhaochen's eyes paused slightly, and he found that Sheng Yiruo had become different, with more cold arrogance and loneliness in his aura.

He had a lump in his throat and forced a playful smile on his face, "But you were very satisfied with my voluntary labor just now, so you're not at a loss, right, wife?"

Sheng Yiruo was so angry that she picked up the comfort doll on the side and smashed it into Fu Zhaochen's face.

The doll is soft, so it won't hurt Fu Zhaochen if he hits it.

Under the dim light, Fu Zhaochen held the doll with a smile on his face, "It's pretty good-looking. Did you buy it?"

"This is a doll to soothe the baby to sleep." Sheng Yiruo had already put on a light blue silk nightgown. She tied the straps carelessly, "This is a gift from Chen Jingxu."

Fu Zhaochen tightened his grip on the doll after hearing this, "Chen Jingxu?"

Fu Zhaochen knew what Chen Jingxu had planned. He put the doll aside casually, then patted the doll's head, "It's right for him to give it away."

Sheng Yiruo felt that Fu Zhaochen's words were a bit yin and yang, and she was even more angry, "You, a father, don't buy it for your son, and you actually say that others should share the share?"

Fu Zhaochen sighed. He felt that whatever he said to Sheng Yiruo now would only add fuel to the fire.

He changed the subject, "Yiruo, when do you plan to move back?"

Fu Zhaochen carefully lowered his eyes, and then said, "After the full moon banquet, you can come home with me. I think you will be willing to go home with me to reunite."

Sheng Yiruo's eyes dodge for a moment, and she didn't even think about it.

She looked out the window with empty eyes, "Let's talk about it later."

Fu Zhaochen, "..."

If everything goes well, the baby can be taken back at the full moon banquet. Fu Zhaochen is looking forward to family reunion, but in Shengruo's current state, she always has a touch of sadness in her expression.

The child woke up, and his cries broke the silence between them.

Sheng Yiruo skillfully prepared milk powder for the child. Fu Zhaochen couldn't help but look at Sheng Yiruo while putting on his shirt, "Didn't you always feed him before?"

Sheng Yiruo's hand shook and some milk powder spilled out.

She calmed down for a moment before saying, "The results of my questionnaire were not satisfactory. Doctor Gu prescribed me antidepressant drugs."

Hearing this, Fu Zhaochen's button-fastening hand dropped to the bed. He gripped the sheets tightly, "Yiruo, I...I will seek justice for us."

Sheng Yiruo poured water and didn't hear Fu Zhaochen's words. She just focused on brewing milk powder. She listened carefully, but she seriously thought about whether the child would blame her for not breastfeeding him when he grew up.

After all, breastfed children are smarter and physically stronger.

Fu Zhaochen felt very distressed when he saw Sheng Yiruo's absent-minded look. He went over and put his arm around her shoulders, "Honey, this is not your fault. You are just sick. Many people are responsible for this illness, and I am also responsible."

"Move back and let me stay with you and take care of you, okay?"

Sheng Yiruo pushed Fu Zhaochen's hand away, "Let's talk about it again, but don't worry, I know that the full moon banquet is a big event for the Sheng family and the Fu family, and it is also the first time that my dad and my brother will appear in front of everyone when they come back. I won't cause any trouble for you. of."

Alienation and indifference are Fu Zhaochen's most intuitive feelings.

Fu Zhaochen felt sorry for Sheng Yiruo's illness, but Sheng Yiruo felt sad that the child still remembered the effects of the full moon feast.

Thinking of this, he clenched his fists. He really wanted to beat that bastard in Ye Yucheng to death.

Sheng Yiruo was feeding her child milk. She raised her eyes and looked at Fu Zhaochen, "Aren't you leaving yet?"

Fu Zhaochen sighed, "I'm leaving!"

He picked up his suit jacket and put it on, and then he turned on the light. The light was dazzling.

Sheng Yiruo raised his hand dazzlingly, "Turn off the light quickly, it's not good for the children's eyes."

She vaguely saw Fu Zhaochen taking his tie on the bed. She didn't know that he swept something on the pillow and put it in his pocket.

The corners of Fu Zhaochen's mouth raised, "Honey, you go to bed early. I'll come see you tomorrow..."