It’s often said that a son is a mother’s little lover, but Shen Cheng felt that these two little ones were clearly her little enemies.
At such tis, shouldn’t they be crying and making a fuss desperately?
Why are they laughing instead?
She turned her head to avoid Shi Yu’s touch, struggled a bit in his arms, then braced her hands against his chest and t his burning gaze: "Mr. Shen, I’m not accustod to new beds, it takes at least half a month to adapt, so I’m afraid I can’t serve you tonight."
"No problem, tonight I’ll take care of you." Shi Yu wrapped one arm around her waist and the other behind her head, then lowered his head and captured her red lips, his teeth nibbling on her lips like a wild wolf in heat, wanting to devour her.
After a lingering passionate kiss at the stairwell, Shi Yu finally let go of Shen Cheng.
Shen Cheng’s hair was slightly ssy, her breathing rapid, with a hint of intoxicating flush on her delicate face.
Shi Yu raised his hand, his slender fingers gently stroked her cheek, and finally paused at the hair by her ear, carefully fixing her disheveled hair.
"Girl!"
Shen Zhongming arrived just at the right mont, his call "Girl" breaking the ambiguous atmosphere.
Shi Yu withdrew his hand, his previously doting gaze instantly turning cold, devoid of any warmth as he turned to look at the person coming downstairs, his eyes narrowing slightly.
A dangerous aura emanated from him, chilling the air around to its extre.
"Mr. Shen cos at quite the right ti."
His thin lips curved upwards, Shi Yu was smiling, but the smile did not reach his eyes.
"Good son-in-law..." Realizing he had interrupted the couple, Shen Zhongming awkwardly laughed, "I didn’t see anything, you can treat as transparent, continue, continue."
"This kind of thing needs ambiance, it’s not sothing you can just continue," Shi Yu gave him a cold look, then turned his gaze back to Shen Cheng, his lips curving slightly, "What do you say? Wife."
Shen Cheng ignored him, instead pushing the baby carriage in front of him, gesturing him to take care of the children, then she turned and walked downstairs.
It had been more than half a year since she returned from Jiang City to Du City, during which, apart from exchanging photos and videos, the father and daughter hadn’t t in person.
To say she wasn’t missing him would be a lie.
Seeing Shen Cheng up close, Shen Zhongming instantly beca serious and unwittingly, his eyes reddened.
"You’re decades old, are you going to cry?"
Shen Cheng looked at him disdainfully, took slow steps towards him, and then stopped.
"Girl, Dad..."
Before Shen Zhongming could finish, Shen Cheng opened her arms and gave him a hug.
A hug between father and daughter.
"Are you doing well?" Shen Cheng asked softly.
Shen Zhongming nodded: "Yes, Dad is doing very well..."
Just then, the man standing upstairs coughed. His complexion was dark, his gaze sinister, and it seed like a nacing aura was radiating from him.
"A hug is fine, but it doesn’t need to last so long." Shi Yu reminded them coldly, "Twenty seconds."
Shen Cheng: "..."
Twenty seconds...
This man is like this, extrely domineering, jealous not only of his own son but also of his wife’s dad.
After ending this brief hug, Shen Zhongming couldn’t wait to run upstairs.
Kneeling beside the baby carriage and looking at the two identical little babies inside, he couldn’t help but smile, feeling very relieved.
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