1.5 Million Dollar Child Custody Contract

  However, even if the room here is locked, there is still a small piece of glass, and the situation inside can be seen from the outside.

  The doctor is worried that what happened inside can be seen clearly.

   "Don't worry, we're under the quilt." Leng Yunlin's blood boiled at the thought of being able to be intimate with her. He immediately jumped off the bed, and took the drooling little guy out of Mu Qingyu's arms. The little guy was dragged out of his mother's arms at the beginning of the day, and he was still a little upset. When he curled his mouth, he was about to cry.

  Leng Yunlin hurriedly coaxed the baby with an "ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhss

  Mu Qingyu was a little speechless, but she really froze: "How come?"

   Leng Yunlin is naturally happy when he thinks of having meat to eat. He opened the quilt, got under the quilt and held her hand: "After holding it in for so many days, I've already become ignorant! Naturally—how come I feel comfortable."

   After finishing speaking, he gently lowered her palms, placed them on his chest, and glanced at her lightly in his eyes: "Qingyu..."

  His voice was deep and hoarse, like strong wine, overflowing with a mellow fragrance, as if he would get drunk just by sniffing it.

   "What, how do you do it..." She blushed a little, especially since it was in a hospital and it was considered a public place.

  Isn't it a little bit to do such a thing in public? . . . . . .

  Besides, in the hospital, although there may be people coming in all the time, if someone who does not have eyes comes in, then they are not. . . . . .

   Moreover, Leng Xiaotuanzi was still sound asleep on the side. Although it is said that this little guy was born only three days ago, she is also a person after all. It feels weird to do this in front of other people. . . . . .

   "Didn't you do a good job before?" Leng Yunlin pressed her hand on his abdomen, and led her to gently poke in through the opening of his shirt. Soft, warm palms, like small fish, gently brushed against his abdominal muscles. The comfortable feeling made the hearts of both of them jump slightly.

  Mu Qingyu could only feel that his abdomen under her fingertips was firm and powerful, like an iron plate wrapped in flannelette, and a masculine energy seemed to linger around her fingertips, extending along her meridians and flowing into the bottom of her heart.

  It's like fine wine, like the ultimate psychedelic-drug, without any stimulation, it can make her whole body tremble!

   Not daring to look up at him, she silently turned her head away, her voice trembling slightly, even with a hoarse tone in her throat: "But, this is a hospital. Besides, my daughter is on the side..."

   "Isn't the hospital good? Listening to the voices of people walking around outside, don't you find it very exciting?" Leng Yunlin leaned over gently, kneading and kneading her paws through her clothes, slowly approaching her neck with his lips, rubbing gently: "Besides, how old is my daughter. What does she know?"

  His breath rubbed against her neck, blowing her slender hair warm, as if a little hand was tickling her heart, and she could hardly hold back the itching.

   "But..." She suddenly remembered her bloated abdomen due to pregnancy and childbirth, as well as the horrible incision. Even though she had worked hard before, she still couldn't compare with before she was not pregnant.

   Even looking at her own body, she felt a little sad. She didn't want Leng Yunlin to see her bloated and ugly side.