After rebirth, my scumbag husband fell in love with me

Auntie Pang twisted the long hair on the mole with her hands, looked at Father Mo, and said shockingly, "Oh, my brother-in-law is so handsome!"

These words startled Mo Xu so much that he slipped off the stone pier.

Father Mo was very pleased and straightened his already meticulous hair. He said, "You are the only one in your village who has good taste."

The fat aunt put her hands on her hips and laughed so exaggeratedly that she fell forward and backward.

She said, "Fei Fei, your old house collapsed a few years ago. You should stay at your sister-in-law's house these days."

Tang Fei couldn't wipe away the sadness in her eyes, and sighed, "Thank you, cousin."

Lin Youwei's gloomy eyes fell on Fatty's wife, and she said sarcastically, "Last time I had an argument with Fatty's wife, didn't you help me?"

Gu Yan's face turned pale instantly. He stared at Lin Youwei blankly and trembled. "Weiwei, I know I was wrong. Can I kneel on the durian tonight?"

Lin Youwei walked around to the stone at the entrance of the village, squinting her eyes and looking around, "I remember there should be someone's name and my first love's name here."

Gu Yan bent down and hugged Lin Youwei into his arms, and walked quickly towards home, "My dear, let's not watch it. Your husband will take you home."

Lin Youwei's face was red as blood. She leaned on the man's shoulder, punched him lightly with her little fist, and said softly, "Who is your wife? We haven't even got the marriage certificate yet! Shameless! Disgusting!"

The delicate tone was like a kitten raising its hand and gently scratching Gu Yan's chest, and a warm current rushed into the man's lower abdomen.

"Weiwei, I really want to bite you." The man lowered his voice and said seductively.

Lin Youwei buried her face in the man's chest in shame and spat, "Mom and Dad are still behind."

"Not afraid."

Mother Gu was delighted when she saw the scene.

Father Gu held Xiao Yan in one hand, and suddenly reached out and held Mother Gu's hand.

Mother Gu blushed and tried to shake him off, "You are so dishonest. If others see us, they will laugh at us."

There was a simple tenderness in the wrinkles on Gu's father's face. "Laugh if you want. I'm not afraid."

At the dinner table, Xiao Yan kept calling Grandpa and Grandma, making Father and Mother Gu smile from ear to ear.

Gu Yan suddenly said, "Actually, Xiao Yan is not my biological son."

As soon as he finished speaking, the entire table fell eerily silent.

Mother Gu glanced at the two children in confusion. They looked exactly like each other. How could they not be her biological children?

Father Gu hugged Xiao Yan helplessly, his eyes red. It turned out that such a wonderful grandson was not his biological one.

Gu Yan cleared his throat and continued, "Whether Xiao Yan is my son or not, I will treat him as my own."

Lin Youwei took two mouthfuls of rice and her eyes almost rolled up to the sky.

At night, Gu's mother turned on the light in Gu Yan's room in a panic. A double bed was placed inside and the quilt was brand new.

"Weiwei, our family is in a difficult situation. I'm sorry for putting you through this."

Lin Youwei sat on the bed. The quilt smelled very nice and clean. She held Mother Gu's hand and acted like a spoiled child. "Mom, I like it very much."

Father Gu held Xiao Yan and stood by the wall, his brows furrowed. He stared at the photo on the wall seriously and muttered softly, "This shouldn't be the case. They look exactly the same. How can they not be biological children?"

When Lin Youwei came out of the shower, Gu Yan was the only one left in the house, lying on the rocking chair, fanning himself to drive away mosquitoes.

"Where are the others?" She sat down next to Gu Yan and asked while wiping her hair.

"Let's go square dancing." Gu Yan turned on the hair dryer and gently helped Lin Youwei blow her hair.

He suddenly leaned over and took a bite on Lin Youwei's neck, muttering, "It smells so good."

Lin Youwei hid in the man's arms and chuckled, "You are born in the year of the dog!"

After bathing, the woman's body exudes a faint scent of shower gel, and her body is as smooth and delicate as top-grade silk.

Although she was wearing the simplest coarse cloth pajamas, it couldn't hide her sexy figure.

"Wife, I'm itchy, help me scratch it." Gu Yan grabbed Lin Youwei's hand and pressed it on her eight abdominal muscles.

Lin Youwei was panting heavily, her cheeks flushed. The two of them were cuddling on the recliner, and as long as the gate was opened, they would be discovered.

Gu Yan reached out to turn off the light, and the surroundings suddenly became pitch black. The sound of frogs croaking one after another came from the fields in the distance.

"Let's do it once without taking off clothes." There was a strong desire in the man's dark eyes.

Lin Youwei licked her lips and gave him a kiss.

Gu Yan touched the woman's body through her clothes, but it was like scratching an itch through a shoe, and it never felt satisfying enough.

Lin Youwei moaned passionately and took off her pants on her own initiative.

With the rhythm of the rocking chair, the two of them blended into one in perfect harmony.

At this time, Xiao Yan's barbell-like laughter came from the mountain path. I don't know what he said, and Gu's father and mother also laughed.

Gu Yan picked up Lin Youwei and moved her into the room.

Lin Youwei grabbed Gu Yan's clothes and blushed, "The pants are still outside."

Gu Yan carried Lin Youwei out again and took the pants back from the chair.

"Huh? Mom and Dad fell asleep so quickly?" Xiao Yan pushed the door, but it was locked.

"The door is locked." Xiao Yan pouted, looking like he was about to cry.

Father Gu picked up Xiao Yan and said, "How about sleeping with grandpa and grandma tonight? Grandpa will tell you a story."

The noise in the living room has become quieter.

Gu Yan gave Lin Youwei small kisses all over her body. Lin Youwei's eyes were moist. She bit her wrist and dared not make a sound.

Gu Yan stared at Lin Youwei with emotion, "Do you know what I was thinking when you and I were lying on this bed that year?"

Lin Youwei's eyes were seductive and she gasped, "Thinking of something perverted."

"I was so self-deprecating at the time. You are rich and pretty, why would you fall for me? I didn't dare touch you, let alone get close to you. I was afraid that I would sink into it. What if I got dumped by you?"

Gu Yan smiled bitterly, "When I was young, I liked Tang Fei. She might be the persistence of my youthful self-esteem. When I met her again, I wanted to hold her, more because of my inferiority complex. I wanted to grasp the person I could control."

He hugged Lin Youwei tightly, pressed against the woman's exquisite body, and ended the sexual intercourse.

Gu Yan leaned down and kissed Lin Youwei's cheek, "I never dared to hope that you could really belong to me completely. But I can't accept that Gu Yan and Lin Youwei have no relationship anymore."

"I have done many wrong things in the past. I owe you all my life. I will work like a slave for you to repay you, okay?"

Lin You smiled as brightly as a flower, and her slender fingers fell on the man's chest, "Okay, pay it back with your body."

Gu Yan chuckled and picked up Lin Youwei, "Baby, you are really perverted."

Lin Youwei hugged the man's neck and said, "Aren't you curious about whose son Xiao Yan is?"

Gu Yan was stunned for two seconds, a hint of bitterness flashed in his eyes, and he lay on Lin Youwei in frustration, "Li Ruijie... I don't mind." When he said the last four words, the man felt like he was going to cry.

How could he not mind? That was his Lin Youwei, how could she be touched by others?

Lin Youwei reached out and turned on the bedside lamp, pointed at the photo on the wall and said, "Gu Yan, is this a photo of you when you were a child?"

Sexy beads of sweat appeared on Gu Yan's forehead. "Yes, it's a photo of me when I was five years old." His pupils suddenly dilated and he stared in disbelief. Xiao Yan and the person in the photo were almost exactly the same.