Mengbao against the sky: Daddy fell from the sky

Entrusting Zhou Yulan's affairs to her second brother, Yang Zhuoying went back to her room to take a bath contentedly.

After taking a comfortable bath, Yang Zhuoying put on a lace suspender nightgown and came out of the bathroom. She didn't see He Junlin, and didn't care. She first went to the son's room next door and saw her son sleeping soundly. Staying on a hug pillow, I don't know what I dreamed of, and suddenly I laughed, muttering something in my mouth.

Yang Zhuoying approached curiously, bent over to the little guy to hear what he had to say, but was swung head-on by the little guy's fist. Fortunately, she had a quick reaction and avoided the oncoming fist with a flick of her head.

"Bad guy, even Mommy." She reached out and grabbed the little guy's fist, put him back under the bed, helped him tuck the corners of the quilt, and kissed his forehead with a smile.head.

"Where did you go?"

When she returned to the room, she saw that He Junlin had come back and was watching with his mobile phone.

Hearing the sound of footsteps, He Junlin raised his head, and saw Yang Zhuoying stepping in. Under the light, she was wearing a sexy lace suspender dress, which made her exquisite figure even more concave-convex. Her shiny black hair hung over her shoulders, smart and sexy.

He Junlin stared blankly, feeling a little itchy in his nose, and reflexively reached out to touch it, only to see Yang Zhuoying's eyes widen in disbelief.

"You have a nosebleed!"

Seeing blood suddenly, Yang Zhuoying panicked, but quickly calmed down, picked up a box of tissues and walked over, seeing him reaching out to wipe it, she quickly stopped him.

She raised his chin with one hand, and carefully wiped his nosebleed with a tissue with the other.

"I didn't expect my charm to be so great that it would make Mr. He's nose bleed. Tomorrow, I will ask the cook to cook some clear soup for you, so that you won't have nose bleed at me all day long." Yang Zhuoying joked.

"It's alright, no more nosebleeds." Feeling that the nosebleeds had stopped, He Junlin stood up and walked towards the bathroom, not forgetting to clarify.

"I just got angry, and I didn't get a nosebleed because of you. Don't put too much money on your face." He retorted a little angrily, not thinking that his fame in his life would be ruined inexplicably on this matter.

Yang Zhuoying said unconvinced: "Then why didn't you have a nosebleed when you didn't see me? Well, I know you're shy, don't worry, only you and I know about this, I won't tell anyone else, you For my nosebleed."

What responded to her was the door closing with a 'bang'.

Yang Zhuoying shrugged his shoulders, a sly smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

Great, passed the test, she didn't want to be tossed like that for two days in a row.

Conscious that tonight's alarm was lifted, Yang Zhuoying finished her skin care work in a good mood and went to bed.

Just when she was about to fall asleep, a soothing fragrance penetrated into her nostrils, the quilt covering her body was lifted and put down again, and the place beside her sank.

Yang Zhuoying's eyelids moved, she was about to wake up, a big palm got into her clothes
She opened her eyes suddenly, and a charming face came into view, "What do you want?"

He Junlin's deep eyes contained bright starlight, and his deep and seductive voice sounded.

"Today, who did you go to see?"

"I didn't see anyone"

"Or, I should ask, which wild man did you go to see?" He Junlin's voice was still provocative, but that question made Yang Zhuoying sleepy.

She still wanted to pretend to be stupid and not answer, but the moment she met those bottomless black eyes, she felt a chill on the back of her neck.

After hesitating for two seconds, Yang Zhuoying decided to confess everything.

"I went to see Zhou Bo, he was tricked by Yang Xingchen"

After talking about Zhou Bo's matter, she gritted her teeth and continued to tell about Horton's idea of ​​getting her black card.

After all, she pretended to smile lightly and said, "I've become a sweet potato now. It seems that everyone wants to take a bite when they see me. You have to protect me."

He Junlin narrowed his long and narrow eyes slightly, and said with an evil smile: "No problem, I will guard you every step of the way from now on, and won't let other men get close to you, how about it?"

Feeling the malice from someone, Yang Zhuoying pouted her red lips, "It's not good, you are trying to imprison me in disguise, you are bullying me."

"When did I bully you?" He coaxed with a charming arc on his thin lips.

"Now." She replied without thinking, pouted her mouth as if inviting him to taste it.

He smiled wickedly: "Well, since you have said so, then as you wish, I will bully you now."

He deliberately emphasized the tone of the word bullying.

What does it mean to do as she wishes?As if she was tempting him, she wasn't, okay?
Yang Zhuoying stretched out her hand to push him away, and the moment her palm touched that firm muscle, a hot temperature swept over her instantly, making her body go limp, and a burst of muffled laughter rang out in her ears.

"Don't worry, if you want it, I'll give it to you."

Who is in a hurry?Anyway, she is not in a hurry, Yang Zhuoying thought in a trance, but was dragged into a primitive movement in seconds.

The next day.

Yang Zhuoying lay on the bed and swore that she would never let anyone sleep in her bed again.

"It's simply not human." Thinking of someone's superhuman physical strength, she felt that if this continued, the saying that she would die on the bed was not a joke.

"Mummy is scolding who is not human?"

After the live broadcast, the little guy didn't see Mommy getting up, so he came in to see if Mommy was sick, and when he opened the door, he heard Mommy swearing.

Seeing her son, Yang Zhuoying didn't care about her sore body, sat up, reached out to hug him to the bed, kissed his chubby little face twice, and hugged her son's soft body, feeling that her injured heart was instantly redeemed.

"Mommy didn't scold anyone, the baby got it wrong, doesn't the baby need to do a live broadcast today?"

When the little guy was in China, because of the class, he only broadcast live on weekends when he was free. After coming here, he will spend half an hour to an hour every morning to do live broadcast.

"It's already done, Mommy, grandpa said he wants to teach me how to shoot, so you can go play with us too." The little guy shook her arm coquettishly.

Whenever he was free these two days, the little guy asked Chuxiong to take him to the club to play. Knowing that Chuxiong was a good shooter, he asked him to teach him.In fact, he had asked his father if he wanted to go together, but his father said he had something to do.

"Do you really want to go with Mommy?" It seemed that Yang Zhuoying hadn't played shooting for a long time, and Yang Zhuoying was also a little excited.

The little guy nodded vigorously, "Grandpa also said that he wanted to play with you. Grandpa said it's been so long since you came back, and you don't have time to talk to him."

Well, the father used his son's excuse to protest with her.

"Okay, I'm going to wash my face and brush my teeth, and I'll go with you later."

inside the club.

Yang Zhuoying and her son wore the same sportswear, and they sat in an off-road vehicle with Chuxiong and walked towards the shooting range.

"It would be great if Daddy came with us too." The little guy held Mommy's hand, and was a little envious when he saw the scene of the happy family in front of him.

Chu Xiong snorted coldly disapprovingly, a little apprehensive, "Your father has so many shows, how can he have time to accompany me as an old man, forget it, it would be better if he didn't come, and grandpa will let you see later how grandpa shot an arrow Heart-piercing stunt, okay?"