The large floor-to-ceiling windows, the sunshine outside is very good, the sky is as blue as Wang Qingquan, a beam of light slants on the faces of the father and son, everything does not seem to be real, the handsome and handsome man, the little baby like a pink dumpling. , this picture was as beautiful as an oil painting. Su Cen was stunned for a long time, and then he felt that the world was stable and the years were quiet. This was probably the state.
A friend of President Shen Da came over, stared at the little baby's pink face, and asked, "Master Han, what is the name of your precious son!"
"My nickname is Yangyang, and my given name is Shen Yanjiang! My father-in-law named me, what do you think, it sounds nice!"
That sarcastic tone attracted a lot of blank stares around him.
During this full-moon wine, Shen Mohan felt extremely uncomfortable. He was holding his son and walking around everywhere. When he looked at people, he said, "Hey, is your wife pregnant?"
Most of the other party's reaction is: "Damn! Why are you thinking about my wife!"
Glancing at Su Cen who was not far away, although he was embarrassed, Shen Mohan still couldn't hide his pride and said in a very unscrupulous manner: "Go away, who cares about your wife? I just want to ask, when are you planning to have a baby?" Baby, my wife gave birth to a big fat boy for me! You all need to hurry up!"
Shen Mohan thought he was showing off very appropriately, very reservedly, and very calmly, but when a group of people looked at someone who was screaming to death, they really pushed him to the ground and stepped on him! By the way, he even spat, 'Let you Yah!'.
But President Shen was in a good mood while he was sleeping, and he completely ignored the disgusting looks from the people around him.
When the nanny was giving the child a bath in the evening, Shen Mohan came to the side to observe. The nanny looked at his serious look and smiled beside him: "Sir, why don't you come and wash the young master."
Shen Mohan was afraid that his hands and feet would hurt the white and tender little bun, so he quickly waved his hands and said, "No, I'll observe and learn for a few more days."
After taking a bath, the nanny wrapped the child in a big bath towel, and Shen Mohan hurriedly carried him over. But who would have thought that the little guy had been carried around for a day, and found that he was still being held by his very abusive father late at night. Not happy anymore, she flattened her mouth and tears welled up in her eyes.
Shen Mohan was naturally extremely cruel to his son. He snorted coldly and said, "How can a boy be so squeamish and cry so rudely?"
I completely forgot that my son was only thirty days old.
He muttered over and over again and put little Yangyang into the cradle. He sat next to the cradle and teased his son with evil intentions. He put his index finger to Duoduo's mouth. Poor little Baozi was so careless that he thought his father wanted to give him delicious food. "Ouch" bit it in one bite and sucked hard.
After being wrapped up for a long time and unable to find anything to eat, I burst out crying with a cry, my mouth was flat, my face was flushed, and my eyes were filled with tears, and I looked very pitiful.
When Su Cen came out of the bathroom and saw this scene, he was so angry that he slapped him on the head, "Are you a father like you?!"
"I've washed my hands..." Shen Mohan turned around with a look of grievance. Damn it, ever since he got this little bun, his status in the family has plummeted. His status was not high to begin with, but now he's so good that he's directly on the ground. You can't even find his presence with a ruler! How can you not feel aggrieved!
Su Cen picked up the little baby who was stretching its arms and legs in the crib, gave it a kiss, carried it to the bed, held it in his arms, and without even looking at anyone, he lay on his side and fed the baby in his arms.
After a while, the little thing with tears in its eyes took its own 'ration' and fell asleep happily.
He was coaxing the baby to sleep, and when Su Cen was about to coax himself to sleep, he suddenly felt a pair of hot hands touching his waist, and his hot breath was sprayed behind his ears.
"Honey, it's the full moon now, can I do it..." His voice was hoarse, tainted with a hint of lust.
Shen Mohan felt that he must have held it in for too long, otherwise how could he be so uncontrollable? When he saw her feeding Yangyang, he felt like a wolf with green eyes that had been hungry for months.
As he spoke, his restless hands had already reached Su Cen's chest. Since becoming pregnant, she looked much plumper than before. Now Shen Mohan only felt that the actual results were more satisfactory to him than the visual inspection.
Su Cen stiffened, then pushed away the hand he was pressing on his chest, and said silently: "No..."
"Then...then otherwise..." Shen Mohan licked his face, smiled, grabbed her little hand, and moved it to the hot spot under his body, "You can help me with your hands?"
Su Cen turned over, glanced at him, and kicked him without hesitation.
Shen Mohan didn't expect her to be serious. Fortunately, he reacted in time and quickly grabbed her kicking foot. He said with lingering fear: "Honey, can you not be so cruel!? You don't want to have sex for the rest of your life?"
Su Cen glanced at him, sneered, and said in a lazy voice, "Have you ever given me sexual pleasure?"
"You...what do you mean?" These words were of course very important to Shen Mohan's ears. It was related to a man's dignity, and he had to clear his name. "Who was the one who moaned in bed every time before?"
He was too embarrassed to mention the time when she was incontinent during pregnancy. He was afraid that if he did, he would get a beating!
"I was just pretending," Su Cen said lightly, raising his eyelids with a disdainful expression, "because I was afraid of hurting your self-esteem."
She was pretending! Shen Mohan choked in one breath and couldn't say a word. She almost choked him to death! She actually said she was pretending! He clearly remembered that she had been incontinent!? Could it be that she was also pretending?
!? If that’s just a pretense, his wife’s acting skills are definitely beyond the Oscar level!
Su Cen clearly felt his stiffness, pushed his hand away, tied his belt, and turned over to sleep.
In the darkness, Shen Mohan stared at the back of her head for a long time, his heart was scratching his head and all kinds of mess!
Could it be that...she...she had really been faking orgasms all this time?
He really wanted to shake Su Cen awake and ask her if what she just said was true.
Su Cen quickly fell asleep, while Shen Mohan stared at the back of her head and fell asleep all night.
Winter in City Z has arrived again unknowingly, and it will be the Little New Year in a few days. The custom of the Shen family is to eat dumplings during the Little New Year. Since the children are still young, Shen Taihong feels sorry for his great-grandchildren and will not let them go back. He and himself
My wife came over to have a meal with them.
As soon as the old man came, Shen Jiaheng and his wife also came.
Su Cen got up early in the morning and asked Aunt Mei to prepare the ingredients to make dumplings by herself.
As soon as I sat down in the restaurant, I heard footsteps. When I looked up, I saw it was Shen Mohan.
Wearing a very homely gray sweater, he caught her gaze and explained: "Honey, I...I'm not going to the company today."
Su Cen ignored him, but he didn't find it boring and sat down on the chair next to her.
Aunt Mei and the two nannies quickly brought the rolled-out dumpling wrappers and two seafood and fish dumpling fillings to the table. Seeing Shen Mohan, she also smiled and asked, "Master, are you here to make dumplings too?"
Shen Mohan became more interested now. He sat up straight and looked at the chopped stuffing in the basin, and asked Su Cen: "Can you make dumplings?"
Su Cen was too lazy to speak and just started wrapping it up.
She made dumplings quickly and well. In a short while, she piled up a small row of plump dumplings with beautiful shapes.
On the other hand, the dumplings made by Shen Mohan were very appalling. Each one fell crookedly and without any posture on the table, unable to stand upright.
Su Cen looked up at him from time to time, and finally couldn't bear it any longer and said, "Can you please stop making trouble? The dumplings you made will fall apart as soon as the pot is cooked."
Seeing that his goal of seeking attention was achieved, Shen Mohan put down the half-wrapped dumplings in his hand, pretended to look at it again, and then confirmed her statement: "Well, you are right, how about you teach me?"
Su Cen snorted coldly in reply.
When the dumplings were almost done, Su Cen stood up, stretched, and asked Aunt Mei to cook them. He went upstairs to greet the grandparents who hugged his great-grandson as soon as he entered the door and came down to eat.
After socializing with the Shen family, old and young, Su Cen took a shower and got into bed.
Shen Mohan, who followed him into the house, looked at his wife's blushing face after taking a bath, and suddenly felt a heat in his lower abdomen. He walked over, pressed her under him, touched her softness with his big hands, and held her small eardrops in his mouth.
, "Honey, it's been several months, I think..."
Su Cen stiffened and calmly pushed away the hand he was pressing on his chest, saying silently: "I'm very tired today."
Shen Mohan suddenly felt discouraged and his eyes were a little lonely, but he still went up to her and kissed the side of her face and said, "Be good, then go to sleep."
Su Cen stretched his legs out of the bed, put on slippers and said silently: "I'm going to see the baby."
Shen Mohan felt distressed. For a long time, this was the way the two of them got along.
Su Cen seemed to have accepted his fate and stayed by her side obediently, and the child was successfully delivered. However, whenever he tried to ease the relationship between the two and take it further, she would show this kind of rejection.
manner.
Shen Mohan knew that Su Cen blamed himself for forcing her to stay by his side.
He also blamed himself, why did he have to use that method to stimulate her when he couldn't do what he wanted?
But he had no regrets at all about tying Su Cen to him. He knew that if he let her go for a moment, she would never look back.
As she is now, although she has not forgiven herself, there is still a long way to go, and there will always be a day when she will soften.
But Su Cen, who completely thought he was invisible, made him feel very frustrated.
Now he hardly sees Su Cen every day. She spends most of the time in the baby's room with the baby, and sometimes takes the baby for a walk with the nanny. But as soon as he appears, even if she is still holding him in her arms
The baby will be handed over to the nanny immediately, then go back to the room and lock himself in the room alone.
He had heard whispers among the nannies at home more than once. They were all curious about what was going on between the young master and the young mistress.
Shen Mohan couldn't stand this kind of cold violence, so he asked Su Cen what she wanted to do.
Her answer was: "Don't you want me to stay? I'm staying and will never run away again. I will watch Yangyang grow up, get married, and have children. I will stay by your side until I die!"
Aren't you satisfied with this?"
He didn't know how to refute, or in other words, he was incapable of refuting.
One night when he got home, he went upstairs to see his son. Seeing that Su Cen was not there, he asked the nanny: "Is the young lady staying in the room again?"
The nanny shook her head and said, "The young lady is out."
Shen Mohan was a little surprised now. He asked: "What time did she go out? She was the only one?"
"I left after six o'clock," Aunt Mei tried hard to recall. "She didn't ask the driver to take her there. She drove out by herself."
"Well, I understand."
Shen Mohan turned around and entered the baby's room, stretched out his finger and poked his fleshy little face. The little thing in the crib immediately started to giggle.
Looking at his son, Shen Mohan sighed unnoticeably and whispered: "Son, it would be great if you could speak. Help dad to intercede and let mom live a good life with dad. Mom is in this state, and dad is very uncomfortable.
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Yangyang stared with dark eyes, curiously stretched out her little hand, grabbed her father's finger, and chuckled again.
Shen Mohan felt that no matter how worried he was when he returned to the room, he would run away when he saw his son's innocent smiling face.
I became a father with great patience and breastfed my son myself. After putting my son to sleep, I checked the time and started calling Su Cen, but no one answered.
Ever since she said she would not run away the day she gave birth, Shen Mohan no longer looked for anyone to watch her. But who would have thought that this little woman would leave her son alone and go out, and she has not come back yet. This made him
Somewhat hot.
Su Cen arrived home at around three in the morning, and Shen Mohan was sitting in the living room downstairs waiting for her. As soon as he got closer, he could smell the smell of alcohol and cigarette smoke all over her body.
Shen Mohan was furious and stopped her at the door of the room, asking: "Su Cen, what time did you come back!? Where have you been?"
Su Cen didn't look drunk. On the contrary, he was quite sober. He even smiled at him and asked, "Can you care?"
Shen Mohan was angry and just about to speak, but his sharp eyes spotted a red mark on the side of her neck. Without thinking, he waved his hand and pulled her over. When he got closer, he saw that it was a dark red...
Hickey, head banged, a little confused, breathing a little fast!
His eyes became cold and stern, and he reached out to hold her chin, his teeth chattering, "Su Cen, let me ask again, where have you been?"
"Where have I gone?" Su Cen glanced at him impatiently and sneered, "Where else do you think I can go?"
Shen Mohan was furious, his eyes were burning red, and the veins on his forehead were twitching. The next second he pulled off her top, and what he saw was the dense hickeys on her neck.