It was already late at night when Ji Tang walked into the villa with his old house in Song's house. He walked in with Song Yumo one after another. The warm orange voice-controlled lights above the entrance hall shone on the figures of the two.

At eleven o'clock, the nanny would have gone to rest long ago.

Ji Tang rarely talked along the way, so he took off his shoes and went upstairs to go to the cloakroom to replace the cheongsam.

Song Yumo followed slowly. When the two were alone in private, he kept his eyes on Ji Tang for a long time.

Not to mention anything else, Ji Tang, who was born in a famous socialite, was recognized as the best in terms of both his figure and temperament.

Especially when she was wearing a traditional and conservative cheongsam and silently, she was as beautiful as a long-clogged painting, invisibly inviting people to appreciate it.

After only three seconds of enjoying this picture, Ji Tang quickly changed into a silk nightgown with thin shoulder straps. The hem of the skirt just exceeded his knees and his calves were so white that they were dazzlingly white.

She suddenly turned around and looked straight at Song Yumo with unpredictable eyes.

Song Yumo stood tall and upright at the door of the cloakroom, his eyes not moving away half an inch, his eyebrows were deep, and there was a shadow of impossibility under the light.

The process of looking at each other only lasted three seconds, and Ji Tang's heart suddenly hopped.

She had enough evidence to suspect that the dog man was now trying to slap himself in the stomach.

When it comes to acting, she is really wrong!

Song Yumo, the exquisite egoistic businessman, is the one who is best at acting.

Ji Tang took a deep breath, remembering in his heart that the script of his understanding and perfect wife should not collapse. He first broke the silence between them: "Husband, I didn't expect you to love me so much. Even if you are forced to divorce by grandpa, you will not abandon me, an unqualified wife. It's so touching."

She made the word divorce very seriously.

I wish I could recite it a hundred times in the ear of a dog man: Such a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity is in front of me, why don’t you choose to divorce me? Be more sober!

Song Yumo seemed calm, staring at her with a slightly red look that her eyes were so moved that she explained in a concise manner: "Grandpa is old, and as a junior, he shouldn't have let him worry about these things."

Ji Tang almost burst into laughter.

Song Yumo pondered for two seconds, and then asked her the next sentence: "Do you really love me?"

"certainly!"

The two words that Ji Tang spit out with red lips were decisive, which were particularly clear in the quiet and spacious cloakroom.

I usually talk about the stingy words of loving my husband for three years, which has long become a conditioned reflex for her body.

Song Yumo looked at her constantly swaying eyelashes quietly, and naturally understood it as shy when he fell into his eyes. He had a clever way of doing business, but women had never had a few close contacts.

So when Ji Tang thought about where he buried him, what Song Yumo thought about was to sleep with her in the master bedroom tonight.

"I'll go take a shower first."

...

Ji Tang stood there, his dark eyes wide open, staring at Song Yumo unbuttoning his tie and suit jacket without blinking, and walked into the bathroom.

It was inexplicably aroused that his filial son of the Song family would take action tonight and give the foreshadowing of the man-creating plan.

Ji Tang's ears under his beautiful hair were slightly hot, so he went downstairs to pour himself a cup of lemon water to calm down. After that, before Song Yumo had finished washing, he went into the master bedroom first.

The lights were not on in the room, and the thick dark curtains covered the night outside.

Ji Tang was lying on the bed holding a pillow, looking at the ceiling with dark eyes.

Listening to the noise, the dog man who had taken a shower next door went to the study first. He didn't come for half an hour and couldn't sleep. He tossed and rolled on the bed for a while, thinking about the matter of inheriting the family to the wealthy family.

I don’t know how long it took, but Ji Tang felt more and more irritable as he thought about it. He suddenly stood up with Dabai pillow and took out his tablet.

The light on the screen reflected her delicate face, and her expression was very serious.

Before, she watched a bloody drama from a wealthy family in order to kill time, but she hadn't seen the ending yet. Is it the same way?

While thinking about it, Ji Tang flipped through the video records and found the last drama.

I feel that the screenwriter's black-out male supporting parents were customized for her and Song Yumo.

——Business marriage, plastic couple, grandpa gave birth to children.

In this cold and ruthless family environment, the child has been autistic from childhood, and then evolved into depression and mania. When he grew up, because the heroine was warm to him a little bit, he became obsessed with the heroine who was as pure as white paper. In order to get the heroine, he used all kinds of sinister means, and finally got angry and died miserably.

Ji Tang remembered his confession when he died!

He said that it was the cold and ruthless original family environment that made him a miserable life and he hated his parents.

The supporting role has such good acting skills. Until now, Ji Tang can still think of the desperate and hatred look when he mentioned his parents before he died.

...

Ji Tang revisited the night after seeing it, and couldn't help but shivering for a while.

I felt a little creepy. If she had a son with Song Yumo, this would definitely be the direction of the plot.

Song Yumo, a kind dog man, never cared about his wife for many years, let alone his son who was born to inherit the family business!

If you don’t have a child, the son of a person must not be born.

In order to firmly stand, Ji Tang found two more bloody movies of the same theme.

Before falling asleep in a daze, she reached out and took out her mobile phone, found a shopping website, clicked on the adult product store, picked the most expensive small square box product to buy, and bought it until the merchant was out of stock and removed from the shelves.

Just make her a good money-making robot!

What son is the robot going to have!

In the study room.

Song Yumo changed into a light gray home clothes and handled business for two or three hours before returning to the master bedroom slowly.

In the dim and unclear light, Ji Tang was already asleep softly leaning against the big white pillow, and only the flat screen next to her was still shining, which lightly set off her quiet face and her curly long eyelashes were tightly closed.

Even when the man came in, he didn't notice the danger.

Song Yumo looked at the tablet that paused the video, picked it up and threw it on the bedside table next to him.

Then he leaned over and put his legs in his trousers against the edge of the bed. Just as he was about to set up her sleeping position, his slender fingers stayed on her shoulders, making him look very close.

The man's hot breath was above, and Ji Tang woke up in a daze, and his reason had not returned yet.

The light is dark. Wherever you open your eyes, you see the man's jaw with clear lines, and then down, you will see the beautiful throat.

She didn't know who had heard that Adam's apple is said to be the iconic part that mature men can most show their abstinence charm.

At this moment, Song Yumo's Adam's apple slid slightly up and down, holding her body with an unfathomable gaze, not knowing what she was thinking.

Ji Tang seemed to be bewitched by something, and out of instinct, he was curious about the body organs of men.

Subconsciously, he stretched out his soft fingertips to touch his Adam's apple.

Just a moment, Song Yumo's deep eyes changed and he lowered his head and touched her lips.

The strange touch made both of them stalemate for a few seconds.

Ji Tang even wanted to forget everything, and what was full of his mind was...

Her commercial marriage with Song Yumo had no emotional foundation. His attitude of doing everything impartially has long been embedded in her memory and has been deeply rooted. Therefore, even if she fulfills her husband's obligations, she will do it quietly like she wants to complete the task, let alone such a passionate kiss.

Her heartbeat suddenly accelerated inexplicably. In the darkness, she clearly felt that after the man touched her lips, she was restrained at first, like a wild beast eating gracefully, kissing her white earlobe along her lips, grinding the soft flesh with her teeth.

The next moment.

I began to untie her nightgown and myself.

This made Ji Tang instantly grasp the sober reason. The clips in the rich and bloody drama flashed into her mind with the movie version, and finally stayed on her pitiful person who was treated as a fertility tool.

"no!"

Her black hair subconsciously avoided her, and she pushed away her chest with both hands.

Song Yumo's slightly heavy breath was slightly chaotic, and he had already had strong thoughts of being insatiable.

Before Ji Tang could lift a scream in his throat, he had already covered her mouth with the palm of his hand.

Within a few seconds, all the ambiguous sounds were covered.

——Ahhhh! This dog man dared to cover her mouth!

Ji Tang's arms and legs suddenly didn't know where to beat him. After struggling for a long time, he finally breathed fresh air. His head was messy. He couldn't help but blurted out thinking: "Song Yumo! I... I, am I really suitable to give birth to a son for you?"

Be more rational!

Be more sober, dog man!

Song Yumo suddenly stopped as if he had a close relationship with her, staring at her with a nervous expression in panic.

The two of them were still in this position on the quilt. After a while, he suddenly stretched out his hand, and the temperature on his fingertips was a little burning. When her forehead was messy, her thin lips pulled out a very stable tone: "I'll ask the secretary to help you arrange a physical examination in a private hospital."

"?"

Before Ji Tang could follow the meaning of his words, Song Yumo had already turned over and got out of bed and walked straight to the bathroom. Soon there was a rustling sound of water.

Ji Tang sat up wrapped in a quilt, staring at the direction of the bathroom, and then he realized for a while.

Depend on!
Chapter completed!