Wen Tong was lying on the bed, and the soreness in her limbs made it impossible for her to sleep.
She thought she would just rest for a while and then go see her son.
She kept her eyes closed tightly, as if she was asleep.
Awake.
She felt a warm breath approaching slowly, carrying a man's unique musky scent.
His sweaty body exuded a sense of sexiness, and his strong long arms naturally held her in his arms.
He pressed his forehead to her cheek, and a wet and hot kiss fell on the corner of her lips.
If Wen Tong opened her eyes now, she would see a pair of gentle, watery eyes looking at her affectionately.
The moonlight shines in through the gauze curtains, illuminating her beautiful pink and jade-carved body, shining with a soft and moving luster, as if it wants to put a light coat on her.
The slender fingers slid along the beautiful curve like playing a piano, igniting a crimson wherever they passed.
Wen Tong was still pretending to be asleep, but her body had become tense involuntarily and stretched tightly.
His hand slid all the way down, and finally landed on her most private place.
Her heart skipped a beat, thinking that he wanted her again.
However, this finger gently rubbed it for him.
The warm, gentle force relieved her pain just right.
With her back to him, Wen Tong bit her knuckles, and her tears fell silently again.
Beichenxiao, what do you want, what exactly do you want?
Wen Tong woke up very early, and Bei Chenxiao used his arms to restrain her all night long. When she made the slightest attempt to get up, he tightened his grip forcefully, and she didn't know whether he was awake or asleep.
She was worried about her son, so she put on her clothes and hurried to the next door.
Ding Ding hasn't woken up yet. The quilt on her body is tightly covered, only her round little head is exposed.
There was a servant sleeping on the sofa next to his bed. She was sleeping lightly. As soon as Wen Tong came in, she woke up.
Terrified, he quickly bowed to her respectfully.
It seems that Beichen Xiao has arranged for someone to take care of Ding Ding, fearing that he will wake up at night or kick the quilt.
Wen Tong said softly: "It's okay, you can go take a nap, thank you."
Looking at the dark circles under the servant's eyes, it was obvious that he didn't sleep well that night.
The servant was a little flattered. She had been here for a long time, but no one had ever said thank you to her.
She then quietly glanced at Wen Tong a few more times and then retreated obediently.
Wen Tong first took a shower and changed her clothes.
The clothes had been prepared a long time ago, and there was a full cabinet, including hers and Ding Ding's.
Everything fits!
He really put a lot of thought into it.
She raised her lips in disdain and picked up the most expensive piece to wear.
After a while, the little guy on the bed squirmed slightly.
Wen Tong quickly walked over and touched his little hand, which was soft and warm.
Put it on your face and relieve a lot of pain in your heart.
"Mom." The little guy finally woke up and looked at her with misty eyes, "Good morning."
"Good morning, honey."
Ding Ding sat up and rubbed his sleepy eyes with his little hands for a while. Suddenly he remembered something and hurriedly grabbed Wen Tong's arm and shook it, "Mom, is uncle back? Didn't you wake me up?"
I held my mouth shut, feeling very dissatisfied.
Wen Tong did not answer directly, but took the child out of the bed and carried it to the bathroom.
"Come, mommy will wash Ding Ding's face and brush her teeth."
The little guy immediately protested, "Mom, children can't be spoiled. I can do this myself."
Standing in front of the sink, I had to stand on tiptoe to reach the faucet, but I still took the toothbrush from Wen Tong and started brushing my teeth.
Wen Tong looked at herself in the mirror, her face was a little pale and her eyes were a little dim.
She looked lost and dejected, as if a female ghost suddenly appeared in the middle of the night.
Look at the little one again. He is full of energy and high spirits. He even brushes his teeth very quickly.
She tried her best to smile, not wanting to bring negative emotions to her son.
I brushed my teeth, washed my face, and changed into new clothes.
He anxiously held Wen Tong's hand and begged, "Mom, let's go say hello to uncle."
Wen Tong touched the little guy's head and said, "Ding Ding, we are going home. Uncle misses Ding Ding."
"Go home?"
Ding Ding frowned.
Although he was reluctant in his heart, he did miss his uncle a little bit.
After all, this is not their home.
"We have to leave, let's go say goodbye to uncle." The little guy held on to Wen Tong's arm and persisted.
The child's request is very sincere, and he is rarely so persistent about one thing.
It is true that father and son are connected by heart and blood.
She can prevent herself from getting involved with Beichen Xiao again, but he is Ding Ding's father, and she has no right to prevent Ding Ding from being intimate with her father.
At this time, the man must have woken up.
When I saw Bei Chenxiao in the restaurant, he was sitting there reading a newspaper. He heard footsteps and raised his head.
His eyes fell on Ding Ding.
"Uncle, morning."
Ding Ding was as happy as a puppy that had escaped from its cage. With its short legs, she quickly jumped into Beichen Xiao's arms.
He put down the newspaper and put the little guy on his lap.
She scratched his nose lovingly, "You got up so early."
"I'm afraid that if I get up late, my uncle will have to go to work." He turned back and pointed at Wen Tong, who was standing at the bottom of the stairs and refused to take a step forward. "Mom said, we are going home, so, I am
Came to say goodbye to uncle."
"Go home?" Bei Chenxiao shrugged his eyebrows, "Ding Ding lives here obediently. You and mother are not going anywhere."
"Really?" Ding Ding was a little happy, but also a little sad, "But, I miss my uncle."
"I'll take you to see your uncle."
"real?"
"certainly."
Wen Tong glared at him, but he didn't take it seriously.
"Hurry up and eat. After dinner, uncle will take you to see your uncle." Bei Chenxiao carried him to a chair, and the servant quickly brought him a hot breakfast.
"Mom, come over and eat quickly. There are glutinous rice rolls you like."
Wen Tong said, "I'm not hungry, you can eat."
At this time, she really didn't want to share breakfast with this man face to face. She hated him and wanted to strangle him to death.
In order not to let her son see the clues, she picked up the newspaper and sat on the sofa to read.
The little guy quietly pushed the glutinous rice roll aside and started eating.
How could Beichen Xiao not see his little thoughts? He rubbed the top of his son's hair with his big hands and said, "Eat."
"Uncle, let me ask you a question, and you must answer me seriously."
Glancing in the direction where Wen Tong was, she was still reading the newspaper and didn't pay attention at all.
So the little guy became even more anxious and looked at Beichen Xiao eagerly.
"Ask." Beichen Xiao wiped away some stains on the child's mouth with his fingers.
Tintin put his little mouth up and said mysteriously: "Uncle, what do you think of my mommy?"