Qingwu was a lonely child, ever since she was born. Although she lived a turbulent life from the age of one to eight, those days were the warmest for Qingwu, because her mother would be by her side every night when she fell asleep.
Next to her, even on a cold winter night with a worn and thin quilt, her hands and feet were warm and would never be frozen.
But for such a long time, she slept alone in the same bed. At first, she always felt cold, so cold that she couldn't help crying. Later, she gradually became numb.
Suddenly one day, Ling Yansen broke into her life domineeringly, leaving a seed in her belly, leaving a mark on her heart, and lying beside her in the dark night.
That kind of strong and possessive warmth is like a poppy, once it is contaminated, it can never be stopped.
Under the supervision of Sister-in-law Wu, she lay prone on her chest and knees for five minutes according to the posture instructed by Dr. Mai to correct the abnormal position of the fetus. After that, Sister-in-law Wu turned off the light and she also lay down.
But she couldn't close her eyes, his frown, smile, anger, and anger kept flashing through her mind frame by frame.
When he spoke, his eyes were always bright and unrestrained, and he would stare straight at her. Sometimes he would be inappropriate, teasing her with his eyes like a gangster, making her blush. Most of the time, he was restrained and inscrutable.
, very domineering, insisting on washing her when told to give her a bath, and insisting on wiping her hair when told to. When sleeping, he was on the right side, and she tilted her head, pillowing it on his solid arm or hard chest.
, his steady and powerful heartbeat will make her fall asleep quickly. When she wakes up in the morning, his arm is always domineering across her chest. If her back is turned to her, then he must be holding her share in one hand.
Soft, he was so good at playing tricks, he always liked to tease the red spot in the middle of her chest, which made her angry and unable to help but tremble. Her body softened into a puddle under his hands, and she finally begged him for mercy in a low voice...
Thinking of this, the corners of his mouth curved slightly, but a thick fog filled his eyes.
She bit her lip to prevent herself from crying.
No wonder people often say that when you think about someone to the extreme, your heart will ache.
Ling Yansen, tonight, it’s not me who is sleeping in your arms. Have you noticed? Do you care? Will you remember the way I looked when I was sleeping in your arms? Even if you just think about it for a second...
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Ling Yansen was very irritable, and the woman across the table had already noticed this.
After coming out of the villa at night, he drove a car alone and wandered aimlessly on the road. Looking at the dull face in the rearview mirror, he realized how lonely he was without her.
The secretary called to remind him that there was a dinner party with the mayor today. He thought about it and just went.
It was a luxurious feast, but the food was tasteless.
The mayor was very scheming and brought his daughter.
Ling Yansen had no impression of Ye Jintong, who had attended his wedding banquet.
During the dinner, her slender hand kept stroking back and forth along the rim of the goblet. The coolness of the glass was very much like her white and slender fingers. When she first touched it, her heart palpitated with coldness. After a while, he covered it.
When it gets warm, it becomes like satin covered with mist, silky and soft.
Ye Jintong was not a fool and was quite knowledgeable about men and women. She could tell that this handsome and delicate man had been distracted.
She doesn't care.
Sometimes women, like men, are all visual. They are always willing to meet those noble and extraordinary men who look evil, have excellent taste and are personable. Just like the one in front of them, with a god-like face, a handsome and cold look, and a slightly biased look.
Her unruly eyes and every inch of her outline exude deadly wildness and seductive coquettishness.
Father said that Ling Yansen must be captured tonight so that his political future will be bright.
Ye Jintong smiled. Although she was not a peerless beauty, her graceful figure and young face were there. She didn't believe that the man in front of her would not react if she stripped naked and lay on the bed!
Ling Yansen had been distracted all night and was not interested in anything, but he was not in a hurry to refuse.
Therefore, when Mayor Ye tried his best to push his daughter into his arms, Ling Yansen had no reaction except for an understatement.
When he came to his senses, he was already in the presidential suite of the Hilton Hotel. When he turned around, he saw a woman with a beautiful smile standing beside the bed.
The tall and slender body paused, opened the floor-to-ceiling curtains, and the night breeze blew in his face. His short and lean hair fell back, revealing his handsome and profound eyebrows.
"Go take a shower." He spoke concisely, with an expressionless face and a particularly lazy voice. He looked at Ye Jintong, but there was nothing in his Rumo pupils.
Ye Jintong swayed her waist and swayed her hips, laughing playfully, "Do you want to come together?" After finishing her words, she skipped to the bathroom with great self-knowledge.
Ling Yansen curled his lips, feeling bored.
The floor he was on was very high. Looking around, he could see the city full of neon lights. He looked in a certain direction and was distracted.
Soon, he frowned and paced back and forth in the room. Finally, he couldn't hold it back and took out his cell phone.
"Master."
Sister-in-law Wu was aggrieved for the young mistress, and she was not happy when she received the call from the young master.
Apart from some rapid breathing, there was silence in the receiver.
"Master." Sister-in-law Wu knew Ling Yansen well and knew that he was speaking awkwardly.
"Have you had dinner?" Ling Yansen walked around the room and asked some irrelevant questions.
"The young mistress was not in good spirits, so she ate very little dinner and was in a bad mood, but she still cared about the young master's well-being. She did two sets of exercises according to Dr. Mai's instructions. Her wrist was broken and the skin was covered with medicine, so she couldn't take a bath.
I sat downstairs for a while and then went upstairs to rest."
Ling Yansen hesitated, listening to Mrs. Wu's straightforward report of every detail about her. His mind was in a mess, but he still remembered it carefully. When he heard that the skin on her wrist was broken, his eyelashes twitched and his breathing became heavy.
Go down.
"...She doesn't sleep well and likes to kick the quilt. You often go up and check on her at night and cover her to avoid catching a cold. Put a glass of water on the bedside table. She is prone to thirst. In addition, leave the bedside lamp for her.
Turn it down a bit, don’t turn off the lights in the bathroom, and put a blanket on the floor. She’s going to have to go to the bathroom once or twice after drinking too much..."
Sister-in-law Wu quietly listened to his meticulous arrangements, feeling sad for no reason.
He clearly cares about the young mistress so much, and all her daily habits are engraved in his heart. A grown man, whose mind can be so delicate, would rather beat around the bush than admit his mistake.
The indifferent pride that is inherent in the young master's bones will eventually harm him. He is clearly so gentle at heart, but he refuses to be gentle and frank, as if he is afraid that others will see, why does this child have to do so much to himself?
What about hard work?
Looking at two people who are so rightly matched, do they have to end up in a tragic separation because of family grudges and worldly affairs that should not be burdened?
Just thinking about it makes Sister-in-law Wu feel very sad.