Ma'am, don't be greedy, Mr. Fu brings hundreds of billions and children to marry

Sheng Yiruo looked at Fu Zhaochen. Her cheeks were still flushed with steam, and she looked as delicate as a bright red rose.

Fu Zhaochen squinted his charming eyes like a male fox. He chuckled, "Honey, I'm naked right now. If you insist on seeing me in my most primitive state, I don't mind going over and hugging you right now."

Sheng Yiruo saw Fu Zhaochen acting like a rogue, and she laughed angrily, "Hubby, how come your face is getting thicker and thicker every day? It's getting thicker and thicker."

Fu Zhaochen lay flat on the bed, his eyes a little hollow, "I'm holding it in, you haven't let me touch you for a week since last time."

He stood up and glanced at his waist and abdomen, "The so-called sluggish downward movement means that the desire is rising. Not only have I grown more shameless, but maybe my little master has grown too."

Sheng Yiruo listened to Fu Zhaochen's excuses and teasing, and she teased Fu Zhaochen, "How can you develop virtue?"

It was rare for Fu Zhaochen to hear Sheng Yiruo teasing him openly, so he hurriedly answered, "Polyphonic words, long long long, long long long, longer and longer."

Sheng Yiruo, "..."

Hearing Fu Zhaochen's hearty laughter, she raised her eyebrows, "I like...thick ones."

Fu Zhaochen stopped laughing and was startled for a moment, "I can also satisfy you. Come and observe?"

The raised eyebrows of Fu Zhaochen made Sheng Yiruo completely lose his temper.

In short, either she lay down obediently on her own, or he caught her up. Anyway, she would have no chance of escaping tonight.

Sheng Yiruo smiled slyly and stretched out a finger, "Just once."

Fu Zhaochen protested and shook his head, "No more. I told you, I've been holding it in for a week."

Sheng Yiruo glanced at her white little hands, then compromised and reluctantly stretched out two fingers, "Twice, no more."

Fu Zhaochen pressed the tip of his tongue against the wall of his mouth, smiled brightly and couldn't help but nodded, "Deal, baby, come up quickly."

As soon as Sheng Yiruo went to bed, Fu Zhaochen had people hugging her. He started to kiss her and went straight to her sensitive spots. The monkey was extremely anxious.

She twisted her body impatiently, but felt his slender fingers wandering somewhere in her as if playing a piano, feeling her heat and moisture.

Sheng Yiruo always felt that it was going to rain outside, and the suffocating moisture made the two of them even more sticky. But she knew that there was no strong wind and rain, it was just a thin sweat from her heartbeat.

Suddenly, Fu Zhaochen reached his hand under the pillow.

Sheng Yiruo thought he was holding a condom, but instead he heard a vibrating buzzing sound, a very thin sound.

She pushed him, "What is it?"

Fu Zhaochen kissed her lips and teeth and swallowed her voice. Her pupils widened, and an unprecedented feeling swept through her body like an electric current, making her whole body tremble.

She wanted to moan, but Fu Zhaochen's tongue pressed against her and kissed her, so she could only let him do whatever he wanted.

Fu Zhaochen felt his changes with his fingers. He narrowed his eyes slightly and looked at her touching expression. Then he unexpectedly stopped his vagina and straightened his waist to fully integrate.

Sheng Yiruo hung her insteps comfortably on his shoulders, allowing him to take whatever he wanted, leading her to listen to the gentle wind and drizzle, leading her straight into the sky...

In the main building of Pingning Manor, Nanyi settled Fu Mingxuan, and she began to steam her face and make a facial mask.

Fu Chen glanced at his sleeping grandson and read the book in his hand for a while.

As he grew older, Fu Chen's temperament became more and more calm, and the sharpness in his eyebrows gradually became gentle and indifferent. He was as elegant and mature as fine wine that had been gathering dust for many years, honest and timeless.

Nan Yi used a facial massager to push the mask paper on her face for better absorption.

She said softly, "Husband, do you think your son is going to have a second child?"

Fu Chen paused and looked up to the front building.

The outline lights of the building were looming in the gauze curtain, and he chuckled, "No, Xuanxuan is just this young, and it will be three years before she gives birth. Not everyone can give birth to twins like you."

The implication is that Fu Zhaochen and Sheng Yiruo will not have too many children. After all, having children can be big or small, and women are always the ones who suffer.

"Then you should remind Zhaochen more and take contraceptive measures to prevent Yi Ruo from suffering."

Nan Yi patted her cheek with her fingers, "It's easy for women to get pregnant after giving birth."

Fu Chen nodded. Obviously, his son left the child to them, and it was obvious what he was going to do in the evening.

"Zhao Chen knows it well. He doesn't want his wife to suffer, so there's no need to worry about him."

Nan Yi turned to look at Fu Chen, "Also, have you noticed that Ruirui doesn't want to go on a blind date abroad? I've urged her several times, but she said that the Ningcheng branch has unfinished work and she's busy."

"She also said that she would wait until she went back to arrange things in Haicheng before leaving. Anyway, it was just push and pull." Nan Yi thought of Fu Hanrui's evasive appearance on the phone. "I think she is in love, but she just doesn't want us to know."

Fu Chen closed the book fiercely, "In love? With whom?"

"If I knew, why would I discuss it with you?"

Nan Yi looked at Fu Chen with a look of disgust, "You have been thinking about your grandson recently. You hugged the child when you came back. Didn't you notice that Ruirui ate very little at night? Then she would go out for supper. You never thought, Who did she go out with?"

"Besides, why doesn't Qin Siyuan come?"

Nan Yi felt a little strange, "Qin Zhuo and his wife originally agreed to come for a visit, but they changed it to a dinner party. What does this mean?"

Fu Chen lowered his eyes and did not answer.

After a while, he got up and said, "I went away for a walk and ate too much at night."

Nan Yi continued to make the facial mask, "Come back and bring me a hot glass of milk."

"it is good!"

Fu Chen took out a thin knitted cardigan and put it on before going out.

In the garden, he walked up and down, wondering whether he wanted to talk to Fu Siyao and hear her opinion on his marriage.

In the rose garden, he was sitting on the swing chair. He was thinking about how to talk to his daughter.

Under the dim light, Fu Chen watched Fu Hanrui go out. She had been talking on the phone, but her voice was not loud.

Fu Chen frowned, "At this time, where is she going?"

Thinking of what Nan Yi said, he immediately stood up, but Fu Hanrui walked quickly and trotted out of the gate. She did not go to the parking lot.

When Fu Chen saw Fu Hanrui again, she had already left the door.

He then heard a sound of air waves, which was the roar of a sports car starting up, or to be precise, the sound of accelerating.

Fu Chen put his hands in the pockets of his knitted jacket and chuckled, "A man who drives a sports car seems to have good conditions. He is secretly in love?"

He stood for a moment, then turned and walked back.

On the way, he sent a voice message to Zhou Jin - Brother-in-law, let's postpone Ruirui's trip to the United States. She is busy recently, so don't push her too hard.

Fu Chen raised his eyes and looked at the full moon, feeling a little emotional in his heart. His children have grown up, and one day, only he and Nan Yi will be left in this big house waiting for the children to go home.

On the front floor, there was a slight sigh of relief in the charming bedroom.

Fu Zhaochen shuddered for a while, let out a low hoarse roar, and his mind went blank.

A long time later, he still remembered the aftertaste of that night, but he had this feeling again on the other side of the ocean...