Ye Ming lowered his handsome eyelids and saw that there was a condom on her hand.
His dark eyes darkened, and he pinched her small face full of collagen with his big palm, "Don't want to get pregnant?"
With a "pop", He Bing knocked down his big palm, "I'm only 21 years old. I'm a child myself. How can I get pregnant?"
Ye Ming had no expression, and he slowly raised the corners of his lips, "Then when do you plan to get pregnant?"
She may have no chance of getting pregnant.
"I..." He Bing raised his little head and looked at the man on top of him, "Ye Ming, do you want a child?"
The last time he saw her taking medicine in Miaojiang, his expression looked wrong.
Ye Ming looked at her with deep eyes, "If I say I want to, will you give me a baby?"
He Bing's heart skipped a beat, what was he talking about?
Does he want her to bear his child?
But, it's no use, she knows her body well.
He Bing snorted and pretended to be coquettish, "I won't give birth to you unless... you marry me!"
It was true, she was not his wife yet, even if she was pregnant, it would be unfair.
In fact, Ye Ming had the same thought in his heart. He got married first and then got pregnant, but now he was on a mission and couldn't make any promises to her.
At this time, a series of melodious cell phone ringtones rang, and Xia Xiwan called.
Sister Wanwan called, probably urging her to go back to the hospital.
He Bing woke up quickly. She had run away from the hospital for a long time. Sister Wanwan couldn't explain it to her, so she had to go back to the hospital.
She raised her little head and looked at the man on top of her, and said in a soft voice, "Ye Ming, I'm going back."
Ye Ming held her down, preventing her from moving. His deep dark eyes narrowed with a sharp and hot light, "He Bing, are you playing with me, huh? You want to go back and give me a condom, what?
Let me blow it as a bubble?"
"I really have to go back, it's very late now!"
"Don't go back." Ye Ming spit out four words, powerful and domineering, and then he leaned down and kissed her.
He Bing still held her cell phone in her little hand, and the ringtone kept ringing. She pushed Ye Ming away hard and crawled to the bed.
She really wants to go back.
There is another treatment in the evening and I have to take a lot of medicine.
He pressed the answer button with his green fingers, and He Bing answered the call, "Hello, Sister Wanwan..."
"Bingbing, when are you coming back? Can I send a car to pick you up?" Xia Xiwan's soft voice came from the other end.
"Sister Wanwan, I..."
He Bing's voice stopped suddenly, because her delicate and delicate ankles were grasped by the man's rough palm. He easily dragged her back and pressed her under him, and the mobile phone in his hand was also
He grabbed it. "Bingbing, what's wrong with you? Hey, Bingbing..." Xia Xiwan's voice continued to come.
Ye Ming put one hand on her side so as not to put all his weight on her. He held the phone in his other hand and leaned down to kiss the girl's soft hair. He whispered to the other end of the phone, "Bingbing."
Here with me, she won’t go back tonight.”
After saying that, he hung up the phone directly and threw the phone on the bed.
…
Ye Ming took He Bing out of the shower room. He Bing was buried weakly in the soft quilt, with her long black hair hanging down, which made her oval face have red lips and white teeth.
Ye Ming's black silk pajamas were tied loosely. He had obviously just put them on. He had given the girl a bath just now. His pajamas were already half wet, and the thin material stuck to his strong muscles.
Blocky.
He bent down his tall body and rubbed the girl's hair with his big palm, his eyes full of love and affection. He loved her current delicate appearance the most. The feminine charm that bloomed for him was intertwined with the innocence of a girl, making people unable to take their eyes away.
He was happy in his heart, and his handsome eyebrows were filled with joy. He felt like a little boy who had just started having sex and couldn't get enough of his woman.
"Does it hurt?" he asked hoarsely.
He Bing had no strength at all. She felt like she was standing on a cloud. Coupled with the soreness in her body, she was too lazy to move.
The slender feathers like butterfly wings trembled, and she looked at the man with watery eyes, "Yeah, it hurts."
"It will be fine if I do it more times in the future." He said nonsense seriously.
"..." He Bing raised his pink fist and was about to hit him.
Ye Ming held her little pink fist and placed it on his heart, looking at her doting smile.
The room was filled with pink bubbles, as if sprinkled with sugar, making people feel sweet to the core.
At this time, there was a knock on the door, and the maid's voice came from outside the door, "Master Cheng, Miss He, dinner is ready."
Ye Ming then let the girl go, "I'm going to take a shower and wait for me to have dinner together."
"kindness."
Ye Ming walked into the shower room.
…
As soon as the bathroom door closed, the room door opened, and two maids brought in a sumptuous dinner.
He Bing raised his eyes and saw that one of the maids was the busty girl.
The big-breasted girl raised her head as soon as she came in and carefully peeked at someone. When she didn't see Ye Ming, she lowered her head again.
The other maid didn't dare to raise her head and was doing her own thing respectfully. But this big-breasted girl looked restless, and He Bing's ice-like eyes exuded a little coldness and sneered.
This big-breasted girl was an eyesore. He Bing was thinking that if she kicked this big-breasted girl out, it would only be a matter of one sentence.
But she felt that it was pointless to do so. After she died, Ye Ming would still have women, many of them.
He Bing looked at the crystal chandelier above his head, feeling a little dazed.
At this moment, there was a "click", and the door to the shower room opened, and Ye Ming walked out. He was wearing a white bathrobe and was covered in mist.
"Master Cheng, dinner is ready." The busty girl's eyes lit up when she saw Ye Ming, and her voice was coquettish.
Ye Ming didn't notice the big-breasted girl, nor did he look here. His mind was on the delicate figure on the bed. He spread his long legs and walked to the bed. He snorted lightly, "You guys go down.
.”
"Yes." The two maids retreated.
Ye Ming came to the bedside, stretched out his big palm and lifted the quilt, "Come here, let's go have dinner."
"Oh," He Bing sat up, his two jade little feet stepping on the soft carpet, "put on my shoes."
She asked him to put on her shoes.
What the hell!
Ye Ming squatted down on one knee and put the pink slippers on her little feet, "What else should I wear? Do you want to wear pants?"
His rough fingertips slid up her slender white legs.
He Bing quickly held down his big palm, his eyebrows curved to please, "No, please spare me."
Ye Ming then stood up straight, and he spread his strong arms towards the girl, "Do you want a hug?"
The dining table is there, and you have to walk two steps.
He Bing raised his little head and looked at him, "Don't hug me, you have to carry me."