Reborn 1980: Cannon fodder mother changes her life against fate

In midsummer, Song Zhiyu took Xiao Ya to Nancheng on a friend's private plane.

Song Mingze personally sent a car to escort her, lest anything unexpected happen to her daughter-in-law-to-be.

On the way home, Song Zhiyu hugged Xiao Ya and joked: "It's really no joke to have a kiss across generations. I have never been treated like this."

"How can it be the same?" Uncle Zhao, who was driving in the front seat, has been with Song Mingze all year round, which is equivalent to half of his family, so he talked casually and familiarly with the perspective of an elder.

"After all, my dad is also a common man, just like any other old man. He looks forward to having grandchildren."

Uncle Zhao laughed, "Your father is traditional, unlike your mother, your mother..." When he caught a glimpse of Xiao Ya in the rearview mirror, Uncle Zhao's heart skipped a beat and he almost said the wrong thing.

He said haha ​​and kept silent about the next few words, for fear that the pregnant woman would be sensitive and feel uncomfortable.

Song Zhiyu pursed his lips and smiled as if he was a man.Then he looked out the window and gently uncovered the stubble.

The weather in Nancheng is warm all year round, the roads are wide and clean, and neatly planted with sweet-scented osmanthus trees on both sides.

The breeze blows, and the strong fragrance of osmanthus penetrates into almost every air molecule, spreads and scatters, intoxicating passers-by.

The Hongqi car drove smoothly and soon entered the quiet green avenue.After driving forward for a while, a majestic white western-style building came into view.

The reddish-brown thorn gate slowly opened from the inside, and nanny Xiaocui stood in the middle of the courtyard to greet them.

Song Zhiyu escorted Xiao Ya out of the car, her four-month-old belly already beginning to take shape.

Xiao Cui stepped forward with a smile on her face and asked kindly: "Young Madam, you have had a hard journey, isn't the baby in your belly naughty?"

Xiao Ya came to the door for the first time, feeling shy and nervous.Seeing Xiaocui's smiling face and friendly greetings, my heart dropped a little.

She touched her belly and replied softly: "He is very well-behaved and doesn't bother anyone at all."

"That's good. It shows that he is a repaying cub."

Song Zhiyu took out the things from the trunk and saw the two of them chatting affectionately about their pregnancy experiences. He couldn't help but interrupted: "Sister Xiaocui, I'm biased. I am standing in front of you as a big person, so you should turn a blind eye."

"You only have Xiaoya in your eyes, right?"

Xiaocui covered her lips and smiled softly. Her eyebrows were curved in a particularly pleasing way. She said in a long tone: "My young master, Xiaoya comes to the door for the first time, and you are still jealous of your wife."

"Humph, you also know that she will come back to the door. Then if you are still stopping here, my parents should be anxious." After saying this, he stuffed all the things into Xiaocui, took Xiaoya's hand and walked towards the hall.

As she walked up the steps, Xiao Ya felt that her heart, which had just relaxed a little, suddenly started beating again.

Her palms were sweating, and she took several deep breaths nervously.

Song Zhiyu, who was beside her, noticed it and gently rubbed her lips with his thumb. He tilted his head and captured her with his gentle eyes, silently telling her: I'm here, don't be afraid.

Lu Chuyao was wearing an ivory white buttoned cheongsam today, with daisy embroidery and brocade texture.

Next to the tall and stalwart Song Mingze, he looked even more picturesque, noble and elegant.

Such beauty is enough to eclipse others of the same sex, and they dare not come even close.

But to Xiao Ya's surprise, his mother was very kind and treated her with meticulous care.

After spending a few days together, Xiao Ya was almost jealous of Song Zhiyu.

How can there be such enlightened parents in the world who love their children?

She was jealous and envious.

In the middle of the night, when she was trapped in Song Zhiyu's arms and couldn't breathe, she remembered this incident and couldn't help but vent her anger and secretly kicked him several times.

It's a pity that this man was sleeping deeply, so he kicked him over and didn't wake up.

He raised his fist and hit him on the back with two fists. This time he woke up. He turned around and asked, "What's wrong?"

Feeling guilty, she grabbed the quilt and whispered, "I just had a cramp."

Song Zhiyu sat up with his hazy eyes half-closed and half-opened. He used the floor lamp next to the bedside table to move her legs to his body and massage them gently.

His voice was hoarse: "Is the intensity okay?"

He hummed comfortably and adjusted his lying position.

The thin warm yellow light shines on his broad and thin shoulders. The muscles of his arms are strong and strong. With the kneading action, the muscle lines relax.

At this moment, Xiao Ya feels so happy. The love she has dreamed of has really come to her, and now she has a baby.

After squeezing for a while, Song Zhiyu gradually lost his sleepiness, turned his head, and happened to meet those clear and moist eyes.

"Can't sleep?"

She shook her head from side to side, clung to his neck and pulled him closer.Song Zhiyu was afraid of crushing her, so he followed the force and hugged her sideways.

The two of them lay with their necks crossed, feeling each other's body temperature and heartbeat.

Orange lights and shadows are the best match for ambiguity. They can dazzle people's vision, blur their faces, and confuse their senses.

In this intimate and ambiguous atmosphere, her behavior gradually became bolder.

Her chin unconsciously rubbed the hollow of his neck, and her palms dug into her pajamas and pressed against her abdominal muscles.

It felt unsatisfactory after touching it, so he continued down... only to be held down by a man through his clothes.

I can't move my hands, but my mouth is OK.He arched his head and changed the direction, his lips slightly opened, and he put his Adam's apple in his mouth.

It was really killing him to have his sensitive area sucked into his warm mouth.

Song Zhiyu groaned, pinched her waist with his big hands, gritted his teeth and warned: "It's late at night, don't play with fire."

"...No fun," she said with a sly wink, "I'll help you put out the fire."

"Don't you like it?" The voice was delicate and timid, which made Song Zhiyu's heart tremble.

After two seconds of silence, she turned over, took out her hand and raised it to her head, clamping it firmly.

The dangerous aura gradually enveloped the person beneath him, drawing curves with the tip of his nose, along the earlobes, neckline, and collarbone—

The hot breath made her tremble all over, "Song Zhiyu..." She didn't want to play anymore, she wanted to sleep.

"No hurry." He moved his body, showed an evil smile, and said, "put it to sleep first."

As it turns out, never try to mess with a man in bed.

Half an hour later, Xiao Ya's face was rosy, and she held her sour wrist to move its joints. She caught a glimpse of the look on her face that was about to move, and she quickly begged for mercy:

"I'm so tired. The baby just protested in my belly and said he was going to sleep."

"Protest is invalid"

……

Another half hour.The clouds and rain began to subside, and everything became calm.

A full moon hung in the sky like splashes of ink outside the window, shining brightly on the earth.

Early the next morning, Xiaocui came out of the study after cleaning, and happened to run into Xiao Ya who was carrying a bed sheet and quilt cover downstairs.

"Xiaoya, what are you doing?"

"Uh, I'll take the washing machine downstairs."

"Oh, but..." Xiao Cui was confused, "The sheets were just changed a few days ago, why do I need them again?"

A hint of possibility flashed through his mind, and Xiao Cui immediately shut up, but don't make the teasing look too obvious!

Xiao Ya turned around in shame and anger, and hurried downstairs with a blushing face. "Ugh, it's all Song Zhiyu's fault!"What a shame!

Xiaocui was still shouting from behind: "Slow down, the stairs have just been dragged, be careful of slippery~"