Chinese wealthy family, my billionaire mother-in-law

She didn't think about it, but a thought that made her heartache suddenly came to her mind.

The shoulder that flashed past the door seemed to be the smooth and elegant tailoring of a gray suit. That height seems to be...

Before she could study the result carefully, her jaw was clamped by the man's rough palm. She quickly grasped the quilt tightly and raised her head according to the strength.

Chen Fang's sharp eyes caught her lack of concentration, and he narrowed his eyes slightly with the intention of invading. Without waiting for her permission, he held her hand tightly and tilted his head to kiss her.

The friction between lips and teeth was a feeling he had thought about for a long time.

It's just that this person was a little slow to warm up, and he didn't respond or respond. Chen Fang pressed down harder with a hint of punishment, and she hooked her arms around his neck, barely able to stabilize her body.

"did you miss me?"

Between kisses, he asked in a mute voice, drawing her attention back to this charming and ambiguous space.

"Hmm...well, I think so."

Of course she missed him.

"I've been thinking about you." Afraid that he would think what she just said was perfunctory, she added guiltily and confirmed again.

The love in the man's heart had long been full. At this moment, her gentle response directly opened a hole in his chest, and love surged out.

Song Weiyu was so drowsy by his strong and active request for a kiss tonight that she could only follow his rhythm and let him kiss her.

Rough hands pinched her waist gently, and her heartbeat and breathing collided. She couldn't help but let out a few sobs, and pushed him to prevent him from pinching.

But the hand was boneless, and this soft force fell on Chen Fang's solid chest, and the push turned into an invitation.

"what……"

She was dragged directly into his arms, and his arms that had been punching all the time were wrapped around her thin and concave waist, like a prey in the arms of a wild beast, with no possibility of escaping.

He was arrogant and domineering tonight and would not be rejected. The grievance came suddenly, and Song Weiyu's eyes quickly filled with water.

It wasn't until Chen Fang tasted her salty tears that he gasped and let go, "Why are you crying? Does it hurt you?"

The woman threw herself on his shoulder, her whole body's strength resting on him, and she burst into tears.

Why are you crying? I don’t know, I just can’t help it, I just want to cry.

"It hurts, it hurts so much."

Chen Fang tightened his arms around her waist and hugged her entirely on his lap. After taking a few breaths, he asked hoarsely: "I'll rub it for you, okay?"

After saying that, he put his hand into the hem of her clothes, and his hot palm fell on her waist, pressing it gently.

Song Weiyu slowly stopped crying and lay on his shoulder, with his back to the door, quietly looking at the moon outside the window.

She wanted to say that her heart ached.

Although invisible, there seemed to be a line of sight coming in from outside the door, passing through the wall and through the air, like a sharp sword piercing her back, right in the center.

She shrank into Chen Fang's arms, trying to escape the panic. This was also the first time that she felt the uneasiness caused by the outside world in Chen Fang's arms.

There was a warm and slightly scratching pain in my waist.

The familiar touch reassured her.

In fact, it was uncomfortable for Chen Fang to rub her waist. He practiced with guns and knives every day, and his palms were all calloused. Every time he rubbed her waist, it was green and red.

The pain caused the remaining water vapor in her eyes to evaporate faster. Under the bright moon and starry sky, the night was extremely dark.

She gradually saw clearly the jade-like crescent moon outside the window. The moonlight wandering in the clouds was hazy, like the figure who deliberately avoided the door just now.

After looking at it for a few times, my heart hurt even more.

She retracted her eyes and tilted her head slightly, with her face on Chen Fang's shoulder, staring blankly at the black diamond in his ear.

After a long while, he whispered: "Chen Fang, I miss you and want to see you every day."

This way I won't forget that I love you.

The man curled his lips slightly, and his voice was still mute, full of confusion, "Okay, I will try my best to find opportunities to see you. But usually at night, don't wait for me, just sleep normally. Also, if there are outsiders during the day, I may I will be indifferent to you, so don’t be angry, okay?”

She didn't say anything, and Chen Fang continued to coax: "Be obedient, and when no one is around, you can hit her as you please."

After rubbing her waist, his rough fingertips landed on her back again, caressing along the concave vertebrae.

The person in his arms snorted twice and twisted slightly, as if to avoid him, "My hands are too thick, it hurts from scratching."

"Squeamish. That...that woman, I have never touched her. I was boxing that day, and she wanted to wipe my sweat, but I pushed her away."

He's not very good at explaining, but he has to explain this matter.

Because he knew how possessive she was, it was at its peak. If he touches that woman, Song Weiyu will never let him get close to her again in his life.

So in his life, he has never even held the hand of another woman.

He was guarded by her from top to bottom, as clean as a chaste and loyal man.