"You know what you know."
Murong Yu's tone became more and more emotional, "Ling Feng, aren't you worried at all that your uncle will be so angry with you that he will never wake up if he knows that the Ling family's property was destroyed by your own hands?
Is it done?”
"Pa" a loud slap exploded on Murong Yu's delicate cheeks Ling Feng felt a burning pain all over his palm, more painful than being slapped on his face, and his whole arm was shaking invisibly.
"Murong Yu, who allowed you to curse my father?
If he knew that I brought his grandson into the house, he would not be happy in time."
Murong Yu tilted her face sideways.
She did not reach out to cover her red and swollen cheeks from his slap, which was so glaringly exposed in front of Ling Feng's eyes.
"This slap was given by you on behalf of my uncle.
It is considered wrong to say what I said.
I accept it."
Murong Yu was neither sad nor happy, and there was no humility on his stubborn face.
But the more he spoke in such a neither sad nor angry tone, the more it made Ling Feng's heart ache.
How he wished she would punch and kick him in anger, or just slap him in the face, then go back angrily and divorce him.
But she stood in front of him neither softly nor hardly, neither angry nor indignant.
She followed him silently wherever he went, until he couldn't help but quarreled with her.
Cheng Sisi looked at the high cheekbones on Murong Yu's face, her eyes filled with pride.
Let's quarrel.
The more fiercely they quarrel, the more she enjoys it.
Telling all the complaints they have accumulated for so long, the more barriers there will be between them, and the greater the possibility of their own entry.
"Fengzi, please stop arguing, you're scaring the baby."
Cheng Sisi looked at the swaddling baby and gently rubbed her fingertips on the baby's face, full of love and affection.
Ling Feng also lowered his eyes, looked at the child who was neither crying nor fussing, and said softly, "It's my fault.
Have you given the baby a name yet?"
Cheng Sisi smiled sweetly and looked at Ling Feng, "I don't have a name yet.
I'm waiting for you to get one."
"Okay, then I have to think about it carefully."
Ling Feng raised his eyes and looked at Cheng Sisi, suddenly smiling.
Murong Yu just looked at the three of them with a calm face, talking happily without disturbing or leaving.
Cheng Sisi glanced at Murong Yu and then looked at Ling Feng, "How about we go to the room to talk.
It feels uncomfortable to have outsiders around."
These words were spoken unceremoniously and pointed directly at Murong Yu.
Although Ling Feng was a little unhappy, he still followed her words, "Yes, let's go, we haven't seen each other for a long time, it's time to have a good communication."
There was a wave in his eyebrows, as if there was a hidden meaning behind his words.
Cheng Sisi understood what kind of communication it was, and Murong Yu also understood it.
Ling Feng hugged the child with one hand and Cheng Sisi with the other.
He lowered his head and brushed the corners of his lips against Cheng Sisi's cheek.
In Murong Yu's eyes, it seemed like two old lovers who had not seen each other for a long time had rekindled and couldn't wait to kiss each other passionately. .
Cheng Sisi was immersed in the ecstasy of the man's return to the center.
She was wrapped up by the man and rolled up against the door.
The door behind her was opened by the man, and she was wrapped in the man's whole body and entered the house.
Seeing the cold door being closed, Murong Yu had no more room to fight for.
She knew very well what kind of erotic scene would happen next in the room.
She knew what position Ling Feng was most used to in bed, when she liked to get up and take a shower after doing it, and what kind of shower gel she used.
I just don’t know, without her, would he still say “little goblin is so annoying” after sweating profusely, or would he use the soap foam to blow colorful bubbles to make others happy?
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After taking a shower, he shook his head and sprinkled the water from his hair on others, causing a burst of laughter and curses.
Looking back on the sweet memories the two of them have accumulated over the years, it makes me both laugh and angry.
Should she turn around and leave calmly and go back to draft a divorce agreement, or should she stand here and wait for them to finish and continue to be entangled with him: