Qiao Mo humd lightly, extending her fair fingers to cover his mouth, stopping him from taking further advantage of her.
"Alright, alright, it’s my fault. Ever since the first ti I saw you, I was captivated and fell deeply in love, unable to extricate myself. So, seeing you with other n makes jealous and angry, which is why I resort to every ans to keep you by my side, okay?"
Qiao Mo tilted her head and still coldly snorted, seemingly still dissatisfied.
To be honest, he used to bully her quite a bit, whether it was because he initially hated her or because she loved another man.
Thinking back, that period was really tough.
The more Qiao Mo thought about it, the angrier she beca, breaking free from his embrace and turning to leave: "Don’t touch , you’re sleeping in the study tonight, I need to go tell a story to our son, goodbye."
Unexpectedly, Qiao Mo suddenly decided to leave.
Fu Nancheng couldn’t help but feel a bit flustered: "Don’t be angry, being angry isn’t good for a pregnant woman."
"I’m not pregnant right now... you’re the pregnant one!"
As the door was about to open, he hurriedly blocked the exit, pulling her into his arms, his chin lightly resting on her forehead as he coaxed: "How about I make it up to you?"
Qiao Mo, suspicious: "How will you make it up?"
He leaned close to her ear, whispering: "I’ll let you be on top tonight."
"I don’t want to!"
"Then you’ll be on the bottom."
"I don’t want to!"
"Then let’s change positions..."
Qiao Mo broke free, covered her ears, and shook her head, running away: "Not listening, not listening, I don’t want to hear..."
Watching her back, he curled his lips, a trace of doting affection flashing in his eyes.
Qiao Mo fled to the children’s room; it was already eleven o’clock, but she couldn’t help it, this man really didn’t know how to restrain himself, causing trouble wherever she went.
So she had no choice but to hide here for now.
Fortunately, the two little kids hadn’t slept yet, lying in the sa bed flipping through a fairy tale book, though they didn’t seem to be very focused, just whispering about sothing.
Qiao Mo’s cheeks were still tinged with a bit of red, calming herself for a mont before softly saying: "It’s late, ti to sleep. How about mommy tells you a story?"
The two little rascals climbed up from the bed simultaneously, looking up at Qiao Mo, shaking their heads in unison.
Qiao Mo paused montarily, seemingly taken aback by their refusal.
These two little ones usually loved to pester her for stories, why were they disinterested today?
Qiao Mo thought she might not have been clear, imdiately squatting down to repeat: "Do you not want to hear mommy tell you a story?"
What hurt Qiao Mo even more was, after asking again, the two little ones definitively nodded.
The ssage was clear, they evidently didn’t want to listen...
Unwilling to give up, Qiao Mo tried again: "But mommy hasn’t finished last ti’s story."
"Mommy, my brother and I just finished reading it," Qiqi spoke up.
"Then how about mommy tells you a new story?" Qiao Mo persisted.
Unexpectedly, Qiqi and Chenchen shook their heads again, clearly uninterested.
Inevitably, Qiao Mo felt sowhat defeated.
The two kids used to love sticking to her, what’s going on now? Why wouldn’t they even want to hear her stories?
"Then no stories today, how about mommy watches cartoons with you?" Qiao Mo tried probing again.
Unexpectedly, she was t with yet another refusal.
Qiqi took the initiative to say: "Mommy, you should go sleep, my brother and I want to rest."
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