Upon entering the house, Cheng Wanci was pressed against the door by Ji Tingshen and kissed him hard for a long time.
"You were flirting with Ji Tingyuan at the dinner table, and you deliberately made me angry?"
Cheng Wanci panted slightly and glanced at someone with a watery eye:
"Aren't you the one who keeps flirting with me?"
Ji Tingshen was so stunned by this look that his bones went numb, and he grabbed Cheng Wanci's hand all the way down.
"Honey, the baby has grown."
Cheng Wanci pretended not to understand: "Well, my sister-in-law said you should be more careful."
"Today is our wedding night." Ji Tingshen stared at her closely: "I will pay attention."
Just as Cheng Wanci was about to withdraw his hand, his body suddenly became airborne.
The sudden weightlessness made her subconsciously hug Ji Tingshen's neck tightly, and the man happened to catch her lips.
During this period of time, the two of them had done everything they should do, and they just didn't make it to the end.
Ji Tingshen kissed her passionately and called his wife one after another.
It made Cheng Wanci's heart soften.
In the end, the two of them did it carefully. Ji Tingshen was sweating profusely but was not happy. He held Cheng Wanci's hand and worked for a long time.
"Wait until the baby is born." Ji Ting bit Cheng Wanci's earlobe deeply and said in a harsh voice: "I... will kill you."
Cheng Wanci pinched his waist with her backhand.
It's a pity that the sore hands did not cause any real harm to anyone.
After taking a bath, changing the sheets, and lying on the bed again, she had time to look at the bedroom.
The decoration of Ji's old house is very Chinese-style, and the house is full of mahogany furniture. It is indeed an "old house".
After taking a shower, she wore the shirt that Ji Tingshen left here. Ji Tingshen opened the quilt and saw a pair of slender, white legs.
The shower was almost in vain.
He pulled her into his arms and couldn't help but kiss her neck hard before he could relieve his anger: "What are you thinking about?"
Cheng Wanci pointed to the photo frame on the shelf over there, "Are those your photos?"
"Well, want to see it?"
Without waiting for Cheng Wanci's answer, he got out of bed directly.
This man didn't like to wear a shirt when sleeping, and only had a pair of thin pajamas hanging around his waist.
He had obviously been relieved twice just now, but now his pajamas were pushed up again.
Cheng Wanci pretended not to see it, for fear that someone would trouble her again.
Ji Tingshen brought over five or six photo frames, all from when he was a child.
"There's nothing interesting to see. I don't like taking pictures. These are all taken by the school."
It is true that they were all taken at school. Judging from the age, the background should be elementary school, middle school, university, etc. They were all taken when I was winning awards.
Either holding a certificate of honor or a trophy in his hand, his posture has not changed since he was a child.
There was no smile on his face, and it was clearly written: Take pictures quickly, and get out after taking pictures.
But that face has always been handsome, even in the second year of high school when no one dared to face it.
"Mr. Ji has been so unlovable since he was a child," Cheng Wanci said.
As soon as he finished speaking, someone grabbed him in the thigh. Ji Tingshen on the bed was completely different from a human being.
"Why should I please others? Just please you."
"I don't..."
Cheng Wanci's expression suddenly changed and he covered his stomach with one hand.
Ji Ting's hand that was deeply inserted into the leg suddenly paused, and his face suddenly turned aside.
"What's wrong, wife? Your stomach hurts?"
Cheng Wanci shook his head and said in disbelief: "Just now, she seemed to have moved."
Ji Ting was stunned and exulted: "My baby moved? Really moved?"
As he spoke, he leaned over and put his ear to Cheng Wanci's belly: "Let me listen."