The room was very dark and quiet. Wen Shuchen lifted the quilt and got out of bed, walked to the table and poured a cup of tea. He didn't even wear shoes barefoot. He raised his head slightly, and his Adam's apple slid vigorously, and after drinking one cup, he poured another cup.

"You put on your clothes."

He Qingchi was afraid that his body would catch a cold, and Wen Shuchen quickly folded it back after drinking the tea.

He lay back into the quilt, and as he moved, the old wooden bed made some noise.

He Qingchi was embarrassed when he heard this, hid in the quilt, raised his head and looked at the face of the man lying down beside him. Fortunately, Wen Shuchen was calm after drinking tea and reducing the fire, but he might not be able to sleep at night tonight.

Usually, He Qingchi is in a light body, and even if he has a child, he can't get much heavier. Who would have thought that after Wen Shuchen lie down, he would have a little movement, and the squeaking sound of the bed would be so clear.

After all, it is an adult male body, which is different from her.

He Qingchi approached slightly, and his forehead was pressed against his shoulder. Then, Wen Shuchen stretched out his arm to hug her. The palm of his hand was so thin that it was indescribable. His fingertips were gently along the curve intentionally or unintentionally, and he was restless.

I originally wanted to use this to develop a relationship with her, but the plan was disrupted by the sound from the wooden bed.

Wen Shuchen felt a little unwilling, and his handsome face began to approach the past, and his thin lips rubbed against her hair.

He Qingchi's mood is not complicated at this moment. It's better if he didn't let him succeed. His eyelashes closed and he felt sleepy.

Wen Shuchen was in his ear, smelling the fragrance between her hair, and shouting in the low voice of Qingchi.

It seemed that I couldn't scream enough, and I started to talk to her about these years.

He Qingchi was finally tired of dealing with it and fell into a dream hypnotized by his voice.

The whole night passed quickly. When the sky was just white outside the window, Wen Shuchen had already gotten up from the old wooden bed. He deliberately made light moves to avoid making a noise to wake up the woman sleeping in the quilt.

The shirt beside the pillow was picked up by the long and cold white hands. I put it on first, and then I picked up the suit pants on the floor.

After being dressed neatly, Wen Shuchen walked out of the house with his suit jacket.

The air in the morning was slightly cool, and there were still wisps of white mist in the courtyard that had not dissipated.

Fei Ying didn't have a good rest all night. Maybe because the surrounding environment was too quiet, she seemed even more uneasy. After walking out of the room, she couldn't help but hear a few low coughs coming from the next door.

She suddenly stopped in place and turned to look over.

A slender figure stood under the courtyard porch. A distance between the morning light blurred his handsome face, and his whole temperament left a gentle and low-key impression.

He shook a few times slowly in his suit, as if he noticed a gaze staring at him, turned his head, lifted his eyelids, and swept it lightly.

Fei Ying froze inexplicably and stared at the man who was a few steps away in a daze.

The Wen man who identified the photo in the first place was completely different from seeing him now.

Wen Shuchen's demeanor alone made her subconsciously feel that she would not do anything worse than beasts. Even if she really offended a woman, she would not refuse to admit it.

Fei Ying didn't know what supported her to believe this man like this, maybe he didn't look like him.

Wen Shuchen did not give her one more minute of eyes. The indoor door was opened again. He Qingchi tied the cheongsam button on the collar and walked out slowly. Her black hair was still hanging around her waist, showing her face without makeup, and her skin was so white that it was red.

The two stood on the porch for a while, as if they were whispering something, and Wen Shuchen lowered his head to kiss her hair.

After He Qingchi pushed him away, he turned around and walked to Yao Jing's room.

During the whole process, Fei Ying felt like an outsider, so transparent that it did not affect their relationship with each other.

After finishing the meal in the yard in the morning, Wen Shuchen wanted to take He Qingchi away, so he took the initiative to find his grandmother. After passing by her nod, the group left Wushan Town around nine o'clock.

Fei Ying naturally followed him, and was taken care of by Yao Jing and sat in another car.

She is pregnant now and is already feeling uneasy. In addition, when she saw Wen Shuchen's attitude towards He Qingchi with her own eyes in the morning, she even said something in her chest, and her uneasiness occupied most of the time.

The car had been driving for nearly an hour. After arriving at the city center, Fei Ying found that her car had left separately from the car in front of her. She couldn't help but feel nervous and asked Yao Jing: "Are we taking the wrong path?"

Yao Jing said with an impartial attitude: "Miss Feiying, Mr. Wen has arranged for your place to go."

Wen Shuchen had never said a word to Fei Ying in the morning. He was surrounded by bodyguards and secretary, and Fei Ying had no choice but to go forward. At first, he didn't care and felt that he could speak in Jiangcheng's territory.

Unexpectedly, even Wen Shuchen's people could not see it when they got on the car.

Yao Jing's words made Fei Ying confused and uneasy: "Does he want to give me to Wen Yue?"

Compared to Wen Shuchen, she had at least seen Wen Yue, that was the time when he was humiliated by his words.

The man was too bad and left a psychological shadow on Fei Ying.

Yao Jing didn't say anything, looking up at the road ahead.

*

On Wen Shuchen's side, the car had already driven into the villa. He personally took He Qingchi out of the car. The child was still held by the bodyguard. The villas on both sides had been bought by him for a lot of money. The environment here was so closed that no one would disturb him.

"I will vacate the third floor to make an embroidery room for you. What do you need? Instruct the Song Dynasty to prepare."

He was completely posing as if he wanted to hide his beauty in the golden house. Others were hiding canary, while he was hiding the legitimate Mrs. Wen.

Seeing that he had changed his residence, He Qingchi probably was blocking his previous residence by reporters, so he didn't say anything.

The little guy brought two little yellow ducks from Wushan Town. He was happily touching the little duck's beautiful feathers. Seeing that there was a swimming pool in the backyard, he ran over excitedly.

The Song Dynasty immediately followed, and there was a bodyguard secretary watching the child, and He Qingchi could also relax for the time being.

She sat on the sofa in the huge living room and watched Wen Shuchen serve her tea and water.

The layout here is much more exquisite and exquisite than the last residence. There is also her photo frame next to it, and it is full of the atmosphere of life everywhere.

"Drink a little water."

He Qingchi's thoughts were pulled back by his voice, and he raised his eyes and looked at the water cup handed to him.

I wanted to reach out, but Wen Shuchen had to feed her.

He Qingchi subconsciously looked around. Seeing that the bodyguards had retreated and there was no one else there, he lowered his head and sipped.

She was not thirsty, and the rest was drunk by Wen Shuchen in one sip.

After a while, He Qingchi saw that the atmosphere was too quiet, so he asked: "Where did you send Feiying?"

Wen Shuchen had a smile in his eyes, as if he was waiting for her to ask questions.

"I bought a villa next to Wen Yue to raise Fei Ying's baby, and also arranged two bodyguards and nanny to take care of him."

"..." No wonder he had to buy all the villas he had to stay with.

He Qingchi was speechless. When he saw Wen Shuchen walking to him, he wanted to get up to find the child.

He wouldn't let her go easily. He raised his arm and grabbed her back in his arms with a light force. His fingers stretched out and crossed her delicate chin: "I'll go home later. I'll try to come by before 11 o'clock. You can rest in the villa and accompany the children. If you're bored, you can call Qu Bixin to accompany you."

He wanted to arrange every minute and every second of her, but it also depends on what He Qingchi meant.

"You go and do it, don't worry about me." He Qingchi was about to take his finger away, but his fingertips were caught.

Wen Shuchen lowered his head, his thin lips slightly cooled, and pressed against her lips.

He Qingchi's slender eyelashes were half-closed, with a slight trembling, and his breath was filled with his overwhelming hot breath, fresh and real.

After a long time, Wen Shuchen slowly let go of her, his forehead still stumbled, and kept a close distance.

His eyes were very deep, staring at her breathing in small mouth, his face turned red, even his ears.

He Qingchi had no strength. If he hadn't heard the child's laughter vaguely, he might have continued to sink into Wen Shuchen's arms. She stood up nervously and raised her hand to tidy up her hair and the cheongsam on her body.

Wen Shuchen picked up the cup on the coffee table and took a sip of tea calmly.

The little guy who ran from a distance with his short legs had no idea what happened between his parents. He rushed towards Wen Shuchen with his little body, grabbed his suit pants with his little hand, and said in a slight voice: "Dad, can I keep the little yellow duck in your swimming pool?"

Wen Shuchen lowered his head and gently guided his son: "You have to ask your mother, this is also her home."

The little guy looked at He Qingchi with a slight understanding, and blinked his big eyes: "Mom..."

His childish voice was elongated, with the spirit of acting coquettish.

He Qingchi smiled at the child, but his tongue was numb because Wen Shuchen kissed her and didn't say anything.

The little guy ran over and got tired of getting tired of her arms, calling him Sister Xiaochi and mom.

He Qingchi was so soft-hearted that he was so mean that he wanted to hold it in his arms for twenty-four hours. The little guy said happily with a red face: "Mom, I want to invite my little dad to visit my new home and the little yellow duck."

Every time he hears the little guy calling Shen Fu as his little dad, He Qingchi has to adapt for a while.

Seeing this, Wen Shuchen also found an opportunity to tell her that when he went abroad for treatment, he once scared the child. After that, if he left Jiangcheng, he would send the child to Shen Fu for a while.

The little guy has remembered two men since he can remember.

One is his biological father, and the other is Shen Fu, the daddy.

After hearing this, He Qingchi let the little guy invite Shen Fu. At noon, Wen Shuchen accompanied her and her children to have dinner before leaving. After visiting the villa alone, she walked to the open-air balcony on the second floor to quietly wait.

The little guy was still holding a landline downstairs and calling Shen Fu with a slight voice.

And she was upstairs, but she was contacted by Qu Bixin.

It wasn't this woman who was well-informed. After calling, she said straight to the point: "Your Mr. Wen called me and told me that you were in Jiangcheng, so why don't I take my man to your house for dinner."
Chapter completed!