Chapter 68 You don't have to guard me like a pervert
"Cough cough cough..."
Shen Manman really couldn't hold it back and choked on her own spit.
Mo Shaocheng was extremely helpless, "Grandma, if I can't do it, where will Zeqian come from?"
The shrewd eyes looked at Shen Manman again, "Manman's body is not well nourished yet? Her butt is so raised, it looks like she is in good health, and she shouldn't be."
She is thin-skinned and red to the point of bleeding.
What is all this? Why are we talking about having a baby?
Mo Shaocheng smiled evilly, a bit like he was watching the fun, "Grandma, you are overthinking it. Manman is in good health, but she doesn't want to have a baby with me."
The hot potato was thrown into Shen Manman's hand, and she stared at Mo Shaocheng, making him even more proud.
"Isn't what I said the truth? My dear wife."
What on earth was he doing? After three years of marriage, this was the first time he called her wife. Shen Manman was even more embarrassed and lost her temper in a coquettish and aggressive manner.
"Shaocheng, don't talk nonsense."
The old lady knew something in her mind and raised her hand to slap Mo Shaocheng on the back, "If you weren't so worried about the vixen outside, would Manman be able to give you a child? Mo Shaocheng, you'd better break up with her, huh."
Liu Mengjuan has always been a person who enjoys watching the excitement and is not afraid of big things. "That's right, your grandma is right. What's so good about Jiang Lige? His tea smells like tea, and he looks like a bitch at first glance."
"Okay, do you think it's okay to say this in front of the children?" Mo Shaocheng walked away.
The joyful atmosphere just now suddenly turned cold. Shen Manman thought, he must be very angry that his beloved woman was so insulted by his closest family member.
If it were someone else saying bad things about Jiang Lige, the end would definitely be miserable.
For today's dinner, Liu Mengjuan asked the kitchen to prepare a roasted whole lamb and cooked it in the yard by herself, roasting and eating some of it.
The moon was already high in the sky. When Liu Mengjuan saw Mo Shaocheng was about to retreat, she grabbed him and said, "What are you doing? I haven't eaten enough yet."
"If you're not full, ask the servants to bake it for you. I'm leaving."
"No, servants are not as good at craftsmanship as you, Shao Cheng, you can't be so heartless to your own mother, right?"
Mo Shaocheng sat down again and said with a little anger, "You don't want to eat the freshly baked goods, but give them away. Do you know you are hungry now?"
Liu Mengjuan glared at him, she really didn't understand the old mother's intentions. She didn't want to delay the stay a little later, but it was best to stay overnight.
Otherwise, she wouldn't have to ask someone to get a fresh sheep.
Liu Mengjuan thought about it for half a minute and asked secretly, "Shaocheng, tell me the truth. You haven't touched Manman in three years of marriage, right?"
He shook the handle, and the firelight reflected on his face, which was cold and a little ruthless.
"She is my wife, and I am a normal man. Mom, what do you think?"
"That's strange. It's been three years and there hasn't been one accident? It's impossible."
It's always a bit strange to discuss these things with your own mother, "Mom, we don't plan to have children, so we will take measures. Can you stop studying these things?"
"You are my son, why should I study it?"
To be honest, Liu Mengjuan still refuses to give up. While the two are not divorced completely, if Shen Manman's stomach has trouble, is there room for reshuffling the matter?
"Son, how long has it been since you last touched Manman? Has it been that you haven't had sex since the vixen came back?"
Unable to bear it any longer, Mo Shaocheng gave up.
He stood up directly and said, "Yes, you are right about everything. Can I leave now?"
"Why go? It's not enough trouble. It's already so late. It's okay to stay here, but it's not impossible." Liu Mengjuan suggested, "You and Manman's rooms have been tidied up early in the morning."
Mo Shaocheng stopped and saw his and Manman's room!
A bed and a quilt.
At this moment, Mo Shaocheng's mind stopped working, "Okay, I'll go talk to Manman later."
Liu Mengjuan didn't expect that he would agree so easily. She was very excited and said, "What are you waiting for? Let's go now. It's been a tiring day. Let's go to bed early."
Urging Mo Shaocheng to leave, Liu Mengjuan immediately went to the kitchen and said, "Xiao Wang, make a bowl of bird's nest for the young lady. When you're done, call me and I'll deliver it to you personally."
"Got it, ma'am."
Shen Manman was coaxing Ze Qian to sleep. She finally fell asleep and tiptoed out of the door.
But as soon as the door opened, Mo Shaocheng almost fainted from fright, "What are you doing? You're scared to death."
I carefully closed the door, my heart still beating loudly.
Mo Shaocheng had been waiting for a long time, listening to her patiently telling Ze Qian a bedtime story outside the door, her tone so gentle and patient.
She was really a good mother, and she raised Ze Qian as her biological son.
His eyes suddenly softened a bit, "It's too late today, so just stay here. Mom has asked people to clean the room."
"Ah, but, but this is not good."
"Nothing bad."
Shen Manman still felt that it shouldn't be the case. They were both divorced. What would it be like for a man and a woman to live together in the same room?
Her dark eyes were like bright pearls. She said seriously, "How about I ask the servant to clean up a guest room, and we can share a room."
Shen Manman took a step back, but looking at his impatient expression, you knew that he must not agree.
"Grandma doesn't know the news that we are getting divorced. If we sleep in separate rooms, she will inevitably become suspicious." Frowning, Mo Shaocheng said sinisterly, "Shen Manman, you don't have to guard me like a pervert, I won't Touch yours."
After listening to his words, Shen Manman also felt that she took herself too seriously.
"That...okay then."
"Um."
The cold man left behind an arrogant figure. Shen Manman stuck out her tongue and followed slowly.
This room is the bedroom where Mo Shaocheng lived before he got married. The entire decoration style is the same as his, simple and cold.
Without unnecessary decorations and furnishings, the already spacious space seems even more lonely.
Mo Shaocheng hung up his coat and glanced at Shen Manman when he turned around, "I'm going to take a shower."
It had only been a few days since they had lived together. Why did Shen Manman feel like she was in another world? She nodded gently, like a little daughter-in-law.
God knows, what he likes most is that she looks like this, delicate and delicate, like a flower in bud, always so shy.
He frowned slightly and looked back immediately. Otherwise, he was really afraid that he would lose control and pounce on him.
Shen Manman was startled as she closed the door hard.
I didn't seem to provoke him, so why was he angry again?
He was puzzled, and he was really getting more and more confused. They said that a woman's mind is as deep as the bottom of a sea, but this man's mind is even more difficult to guess.
She scrolled through her phone boredly, and suddenly a friend request popped up. The note showed: Senior Yang.
