A Long Way to Marriage: Sweet New Wife Loves Not Enough

Naturally, apart from Zhao Rui, there were Rong Che and He Ranzhi.

Qian Xiaorong was still chewing potato chips, and said to Lin Qinghuan while eating: "However, you can't be in a hurry about pregnancy. It depends on the fate. If the fate comes, you will be pregnant once. , I guess it will take a long time, look at me and my husband."

Lin Qinghuan just smiled and said nothing.

What about fate...

It really is.

"When we first got married, we didn't think about having a child so early. Last year, if we wanted to, we did it every day...uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu..."

Before she finished speaking, Zhao Rui covered her mouth.

Lin Qinghuan was speechless: "Every day..."

However, when he turned his head to look over, he found that Zhao Rui was covering Qian Xiaorong's mouth, and He Ranzhi and Rong Che were standing not far away.

amount……

This is fucking embarrassing.

He Ranzhi suppressed a smile: "Are you girls talking on such a large scale in private?"

He's an adult anyway, so he has nothing bad to say.

Lin Qinghuan: "Eh..." This was a fucking accident!

However, looking at Rong Che's smiling face, he always felt that a storm was coming.

Zhao Rui was also heartbroken, who would have thought that her wife would talk to Lin Qinghuan about this, and the door was still open.

and!

"Qian Xiaorong, what happened to the potato chips in your hand?" He said and looked at Lin Qinghuan: "Did you buy them for her?"

Lin Qinghuan spread her hands: "Do I seem to be such a kind person?"

Zhao Rui pursed his lips: "It doesn't seem to be the case." He took the potato chips from Qian Xiaorong's hand and threw them directly into the trash can: "Didn't you always simmer the soup for you? Hungry Just go and fill a bowl, eating these junk foods all the time is not good for your health, it's not good for your baby's development either!"

Qian Xiaorong: "But I just want to eat!"

Zhao Rui was going to be pissed off by her.

Lin Qinghuan: "Aren't you afraid of getting fat?"

"I'm eating for two now, and I'm hungry every now and then. What can I do?" Qian Xiaorong looked innocent.

Lin Qinghuan twitched the corners of her mouth, expressing her understanding: "That's true."

Rong Che offered her a drink, and when he heard her natural answer, the corners of his mouth involuntarily twitched.

He Ranzhi leaned on the sofa carelessly, and turned away with a silly smile.

Zhao Rui went to the refrigerator in the kitchen to get a few bottles of drinks, Qian Xiaorong stretched out his hand, and Yan Ran looked like a little ancestor: "Mine."

"It's warm."

"Drinking milk again? I'm going to vomit all I drink, okay!" Qian Xiaorong looked displeased.

The two of them spoke without saying a word, and neither would allow the other, but they didn't seem to be angry at all.

Lin Qinghuan got used to this early on. When they were studying, the two of them often bickered like this, and there were times when they were really angry while talking, but they were rare.

Zhao Rui was still talking, but Qian Xiaorong stopped talking, and when he finished speaking, no matter if someone kicked him, Zhao Rui almost rolled off the sofa.

Qian Xiaorong tilted his head and said arrogantly: "Go cook, I'm hungry!"

Lin Qinghuan: "..."

Still as tough as ever!

Zhao Rui wanted to be angry at first, after all, in front of so many people.

But whose family's ancestors said they were hungry.

He got up and straightened his clothes, turned around and said to Lin Qinghuan and Rong Che, "Let's have dinner here, our house hasn't been this lively for a long time."

Seeing Zhao Rui obediently go to the kitchen to cook, He Ranzhi was shocked: "Do you want to be so obedient?"

"of course."

Lin Qinghuan and Qian Xiaorong spoke in unison.

After speaking, they looked at Rong Che in unison.

Did he talk just now?
Long live!
Boss, stop talking, okay!
You old people don't need this kind of skills, and all kinds of beauties are coming here one after another.

Qian Xiaorong came to his senses and smiled: "Mr. Rong can also cook?"

"No." Rong Che replied very frankly: "But I've been trying to do it recently."

He Ranzhi: "...I'll go!" He said with a dazed look on his face: "Nowadays, if a man can't cook, can't he find a girlfriend?"

Rong Che crossed his legs: "Doting one's girlfriend or wife is an essential skill for a man. If you are excellent in other aspects, it doesn't matter if you cook or not."

"Such as being rich?" He Ranzhi flattened the corners of his mouth, and cast a sideways glance at the 'rich boss' Rong Che himself.

Rong Che didn't hide his smile at all.

Lin Qinghuan didn't even bother to express her opinion.

He Ranzhi burst out laughing, and mercilessly snapped back: "Hey, do people like you think that money can handle everything?"

"I'm sorry, I've never thought about it that way." Rong Che still smiled: "Maybe I'm not the kind of person you said, who is more appropriate for you to ask."

The expression on He Ranzhi's face froze a little, and after a while, his expression of not wanting to talk to him came back.

Qian Xiaorong glanced at Lin Qinghuan, straightened his body, coughed lightly, and then looked at Rong Che with a smile: "Mr. Rong, is our Huanhuan the type that you can't handle with money?"

Lin Qinghuan was holding the fruit juice and wanted to drink it. Hearing Qian Xiaorong's words, the movements of his hands paused for a while, but after a while, before Rong Che could speak, Lin Qinghuan spoke first: "Of course I am not!"

Rong Che's lips parted slightly, the words that should have been blurted out were blocked by Lin Qinghuan's words before they reached his lips.

The corner of He Ranzhi's mouth was slightly raised, and he looked at Lin Qinghuan with a leisurely smile while hugging his shoulders.

Qian Xiaorong twitched the corners of his mouth, his smile was a little stiff: "I asked Mr. Rong, what are you messing with!"

Lin Qinghuan: "How about the truth?"

Qian Xiaorong: "..." You fucking shut up!Didn't you see that your faces are all black!

Rong Che's face was indeed dark, was Lin Qinghuan reminding him?
After all, from the very beginning, both of them only talked about money frankly.

Of course Lin Qinghuan knew that Rong Che's face was so dark that she didn't dare to look at it, but it didn't matter.

*
After dinner, everyone went back to their respective homes.

Rong Che parked the car in the garage, Lin Qinghuan unbuckled his seat belt and got out of the car as usual, but just as he was about to open the door, Rong Che grabbed his wrist.

"What's wrong?" Lin Qinghuan was at a loss.

Rong Che: "Let's talk."

"Can't we go back and talk?" Lin Qinghuan naturally knew what he wanted to talk about and why, but there was no need to be in the car.

Rong Che tightened his grip on her wrist, pulled her onto him, and straddled her.

Lin Qinghuan put her palm on his chest: "You..." The purpose is already obvious.

There was a smile on the corner of Rong Che's mouth, and his warm palms were inserted into her clothes. His deep voice could not be said to be angry, but it was not very friendly: "Can money fix everything for you?"

Lin Qinghuan twitched the corner of her mouth: "When...Of course, we..."

She wanted to say that from the very beginning, they set the tone that money can handle everything, but now... something is different, but no matter how different, it cannot be changed and it cannot be changed.

However, before she finished speaking, Rong Che directly interrupted: "Then... Siyuan hopes to have a younger sister, let's have one."

Lin Qinghuan: "..." What a joke!

Rong Che raised his eyes and looked at her, seeing her speechless face, he casually smiled lightly: "Didn't you say that money can take care of everything for you?"

Lin Qinghuan breathed a sigh of relief, and asked cautiously: "Then how much do you plan to give me?"

Rong Che: "All." He said this without any hesitation.

Lin Qinghuan hesitated a little, but quickly continued to ask: "How much is it all?"

"My money, me." Rong Che held the back of her neck with his hand, and kissed her tossing and turning. There was even more tenderness in the passion.

"Money can be taken, people..." I dare not ask for it.

As soon as she finished speaking, she was pushed down on the steering wheel by Rong Che. The skirts on her body were piled up on her chest, without giving her any chance to react, and the last barrier on her chest was removed.

His voice suppressing his desire sounded hoarse: "Without me, how can I give Siyuan a younger sister?"

Lin Qinghuan: "..."

Wanted to refute, but was completely destroyed by Rong Che's violent offensive...

*
Lin Qinghuan was so exhausted from being tortured by Rong Che, her body was covered with sticky and greasy sweat, which made it very uncomfortable to stick to her body.

Rong Che carried her out of the car, and carefully carried her into the bathtub in the bedroom bathroom upstairs. The warm water wrapped her whole body, and Lin Qinghuan's fatigue disappeared a lot.

Lin Qinghuan lay on the edge of the bathtub, allowing Rong Che to help her clean up the sticky and greasy sweat stains on her body.

The tired voice was soft and warm: "Is Siyuan asleep?"

Rong Che was silent for a while, but then he replied truthfully: "I've already gone to bed."

Lin Qinghuan seemed to be relieved, Rong Che picked up warm water to wash her beautiful back, after a while, Lin Qinghuan breathed a sigh of relief, and said in a leisurely tone, "Rong Che..."

"En?" Rong Che responded, wanting to hear what she had to say.

Lin Qinghuan: "You know, I can't give birth..." It's not like you don't know about that agreement.

However, Lin Qinghuan was unable to say the last words.

The movements of Rong Che's hands paused, his handsome brows furrowed tightly, and he didn't speak.

Lin Qinghuan reached out her empty arm to touch his wrist, and patted it lightly: "So, I won't give birth to you for any amount of money."

Rong Che grabbed her wrist with his backhand, and without washing, he directly fished her out of the bathtub, opened the bathroom door, went to the bedroom and threw her directly on the bed, and quickly pushed her down.

Holding her wrist tightly, she was not angry, but there was a lot of persuasion in her voice: "We are all in good health. If you don't give it a try, how do you know you won't be able to conceive?"

Lin Qinghuan was silent for a while, sprayed his clear breath on his face, swallowed his saliva before slowly saying: "Are you kidding me?"

"No." Rong Che said firmly.

Lin Qinghuan almost believed it, and took a deep breath. In the dim room, with the light from the villa's streetlights coming through the window, she could barely see the outline of Rong Che. What is that agreement?"

"It's nothing." Rong Che was still serious.

Lin Qinghuan's throat seemed to be strangled by a pair of invisible hands. Those words were already on his lips, but Rong Che's understatement was nothing, but it easily shattered all of Lin Qinghuan's emotions.