Chapter 392: Chapter 272: Side Story of Zi Jing Qiuqiu (2)
It was already 2 a.m., and Yang Zijing left in such a hurry that he forgot to bring his cellphone.
Standing by the window and looking outside, there wasn’t a soul in sight.
In the silence, a buzzing sound ca from the bed, and Jin Qiu imdiately walked over to see an unfamiliar number on the phone’s screen.
“Hello?”
“Haven’t slept?”
Recognizing the voice, Jin Qiu quickly asked, “How’s Qinghong doing?”
He knew this woman would be too worried to sleep, so he borrowed a phone from the hospital, “The fever has gone down, and he’s still on an IV.”
“Ah? Doesn’t that take a long ti? Should I co over and take over for you? You have work tomorrow.”
“When you asked to wake up this afternoon, why didn’t you think about having to go to work?” Yang Zijing chuckled, “You go back to sleep. I’ll sleep a bit at the hospital, and I’ll only be back in the morning.”
Reassured by her words, Jin Qiu reluctantly felt at ease, and after so more chatter, they finally hung up.
It was already late, and Jin Qiu had been yawning continuously. Now that Yang Zijing had called to check in, she collapsed onto the bed and soon fell asleep.
The next day, as she woke up groggily, she moved her body and felt sothing heavy on her.
Reaching out, she touched a strong arm. Used to him holding her like this, Jin Qiu didn’t initially realize sothing was amiss. She tugged at his arm, adjusted her position to continue sleeping, but then suddenly rembered sothing and opened her eyes wide to look at him: “When did you get back?”
He seed to be woken up by her, furrowed his brow, his voice sleepy and a bit unclear: “In the morning.”
Jin Qiu sat up from the bed: “What about Qinghong?”
“He’s sleeping in his room.”
Jin Qiu fell silent, then checked the ti on her phone. It was already 10 a.m.
“Aren’t you going to work?”
Yang Zijing then opened his eyes: “The boss approved to accompany my wife.”
“Bullshit! When are you going to work? Shall I make you sothing to eat?”
“Can you even make sothing edible?”
Jin Qiu kicked him with her feet: “How can it be inedible? Our son has grown up on it!”
Yang Zijing stretched out his arm, pulling her down: “Do you know what people at the station say about ?”
Jin Qiu lay on her side, looking at him: “What do they say?”
“They say I’ve gotten fat, and my gym ti is getting less and less; they wondered if I would beco less agile if a mission cos up.”
“Haha,” Jin Qiu laughed loudly, then touched his trim waist, saying, “You call this fat?”
Yang Zijing held her hand, continuing, “Do you know how I replied to them?”
“Hmm?”
“I said that having a wife ans I don’t need to work out anymore. The exercise in one night outdoes a week’s worth of workouts.”
Jin Qiu imdiately gave him a stern look.
“How about we do a round now? Morning exercise.”
Jin Qiu knew his roundabout way of taking advantage of her and imdiately pushed him away, sitting up from the bed: “Go do your sister’s work! It’s already 10 a.m.! Luckily, our son doesn’t have school today.”
Yang Zijing also sat up, leaning against her back: “It’s still early at 10; after the exercise, we’ll be just in ti to go out for a al.”
“Go do push-ups on the floor by yourself if you want to exercise! I’m going to check on Qinghong.”
Yang Zijing snagged her at once: “Then you lie beneath , and I’ll do push-ups.”
While Jin Qiu struggled, she cursed him, “You’re nuts!”
But he seed determined, catching her and starting to kiss.
“Mmh! Yang Zijing! You… mmh…”
His hands were skilled, kissing her and lifting up…
“Bang bang bang!” The sound of knocking on the door ca discordantly, “Mom! I can’t sleep anymore, I want to eat!”
Jin Qiu imdiately kicked over, and Yang Zijing let her go, but answered their son from outside the door before Jin Qiu could: “You go find sothing downstairs; Daddy is helping you make a sister.”
Yang Hexuan replied excitedly, “What sister? I want a cute sister like Ke Ning and Xiaoxiao.”
“Okay! Go down! Otherwise, you won’t have a sister.”
Yang Zijing continued to fumble around while saying this, and Jin Qiu just cursed him softly, afraid that shouting too loudly would be bad if their son heard.
Yang Zijing thought the son had walked away and was fully focused on his attack, but unexpectedly, the door suddenly opened, and his son’s voice ca in, “Eh? The door isn’t closed.”
At this mont, Yang Zijing sat on the bed, Jin Qiu in front of him, her skirt lifted high by him…
Three pairs of eyes froze, and then the innocent Yang Hexuan, seeing his parents in an odd position, asked first, “What are you doing?” It was a very naive and pure kind of confusion.
Jin Qiu hurriedly removed Yang Zijing’s hands, pulling her skirt down, grateful he was wearing loose sweatpants which helped hide her.
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