CEO: My daughter-in-law said she wanted to protect me

Song Yuye hadn't found the child yet, but met Gu Yuqing in the elevator.

Gu Yuqing twitched the corners of his lips, and called out forcefully, "Sister Yuye."

Song Yuye did not nod slightly, it was a greeting.He didn't have a good impression of this girl who had been with him before, and she was hiding an ulterior secret and moved her thoughts that she shouldn't have.

The other party's indifference made Gu Yuqing feel uneasy, but he entered Zheng's house only after giving birth to two children.

Even though she thought so, Gu Yuqing was still in a bad mood, she was very jealous of Song Yuye, why did all the good things fall on this old woman.

Song Yuye has never regarded Gu Yuqing as an opponent, such a person is not worthy of being her opponent, not a rank, she is never worried.She has always been conceited, both men and women, because she had almost no weaknesses before, and she did things recklessly without any worries.

The confinement wife sent the child back, and Aunt Jiang followed into Zheng's house. She has been taking care of the child all the time, and she works quickly, which is reassuring.

The baby in her arms was sucking the milk with big gulps, and the movements of her small mouth were so cute.All mothers think their children are angels, and Song Yuye is no exception. The more they look at their children, the cuter they are.

Zheng Yanlang's genes are still good, and both babies have inherited the advantages of their parents.The boy is more like himself, and the girl is like Zheng Yanlang, with a chubby little face, half-closed eyes, sucking mother's milk vigorously.

The man came out of the study and bumped into this scene unintentionally. The woman lowered her head and patted the baby in her arms. Her face was soft and her lips were smiling, exuding the brilliance of maternal love.There is also a piece of white flowers, which is quite dazzling.

The man's Adam's apple rolled up and down, and he looked at the baby in the swaddle with jealousy, in blue clothes, it was his son.Feeling aggrieved in my heart, Lao Tzu's daughter-in-law coaxed you, and made you cheap.

Sensing the scorching gaze, Song Yuye frowned slightly, glared fiercely at the peeping man, turned around, put his son down, and picked up his finger-sucking daughter.

Zheng Yanlang was warned by his eyes, he looked away unwillingly, scratched his head, and passed in front of the mother and son calmly.

Children less than three months old are more lethargic and less fussy.There was only one lamp left in the huge room, the two children were soundly asleep, their eyes were closed tightly, leaving only two gaps, their curved eyebrows were like a crescent moon outside the window; the small mouth twitched from time to time, like breastfeeding.

Song Yuye wrapped herself in the quilt and curled up beside the bed, trying not to have physical contact with the man next to her, but the man beside her leaned over cheekily and lingeringly.It was a pretty big bed, taking up less than one-third of it.

"Can you sleep well!" Song Yuye couldn't bear it anymore, and was worried about waking up the child, so he lowered his voice and scolded.

The man looked like a dead pig who was not afraid of boiling water, and argued that if he didn't, he would have no quilt and catch a cold.

Song Yuye asked him to bring a quilt over here, and the rich and powerful Zheng's family still lacked a quilt.The man turned a deaf ear and pretended to be stupid, but what appeared in his mind was the image of a woman undressing and breastfeeding.

Zheng Yanlang bit his thin lips, his handsome face was flushed red, and even the contours of his ears turned red. .

"I'm hungry." He said suddenly.

The woman gave him a blank look, and said angrily, "Eat when you're hungry."

"En." The man's voice was hoarse, and he suddenly turned over and pressed against the woman's delicate body.

"What are you doing?" Song Yuye blushed, subconsciously putting her hands in front of her.

The corners of the man's lips were raised, showing a naughty smile, and he answered concisely: "Eat."

The faint scent of milk has haunted him for a whole day, and he can't even cheer up his work, as that white light keeps flashing in his mind.

The woman froze, and after a few seconds she came back to her senses and cursed, "I'm afraid you're not crazy."

He's grown up, and he still has to grab milk from his child.The two children are waiting to be fed, and there is not enough milk/water. Even if the kitchen makes seven or eight meals of soup a day, it can barely meet the rations of the two children, and one meal of milk powder is also needed.He drank it, what did the child drink at night?
The man didn't give her a chance to resist, he familiarly unbuttoned her skirt with one hand, and looked greedily at her.

Song Yuye was going crazy, no, she thought Zheng Yanlang was crazy, no normal person would do such a thing.

The remaining rationality made her child struggle, "Zheng Yanlang, you bastard, get up, I'm not your mother!" She felt that Zheng Yanlang had ulterior motives, but Ruan Beiyao hit her, and her self-confidence was humiliated.

"I've never drank my mother's, only yours." One side was already empty, and the man was still unfinished, and his claws stretched out to the other side.

He was still so eloquent, Song Yuye blushed with embarrassment, even the bases of his ears became hot, his whole body was as if being burned by a raging fire, the sound of struggling gradually became smaller, if there was nothing, he was humming with the little milk cat.

Song Yuye's quiet heart was full of ripples. She loved Zheng Yanlang. This kind of love was different from Zhao Shimin back then. She worshiped Zhao Shimin like a hero and savior at first.An orphan girl with both parents dead and a poor life experience met Prince Charming who came to rescue her, fell in love at first sight, and devoted herself to working for him.But for Zheng Yanlang, it was pure love, the purity of love, without any impurities,
"Want?" A wicked smile appeared on the man's handsome face.

"No, come down quickly, I want to sleep." The woman refused to give in, and her expression changed instantly.

How could the meat that reached her mouth make her run away? The man leaned over to enclose her small earlobe, and the woman's body softened into a puddle of water, whispering "嘤嘤".

"Say you love me? Won't you leave me?" The man coaxed in his ear, his voice bewitching.

She bit her red lips stubbornly, when Ruan Beiyao's words suddenly sounded in her ears, she felt aggrieved and couldn't help sobbing.

Zheng Yanlang frowned slightly, what's wrong?Well start crying again?

"Am I old and ugly now? My skin is bad, my figure is out of shape, I'm old, and I have nothing. Being nice to you is taking advantage of you." The more she thought about it, the more wronged she felt, and she was hit hard.

"Who said that?" Zheng Yanlang mistakenly thought that he was not there during the day, and his family said something to her, which made her unhappy.

"Ruan Beiyao." She whimpered, her self-esteem frustrated.

Thinking about it, what Fang said is indeed very reasonable. The man in front of him has clear black and white eyes, thick and slender eyelashes, and his eyes seem to be quenched with starlight, which is extremely dazzling.Exquisite facial features, sharp-edged face, muscular muscles... She became more and more ashamed of herself.

"Ruan, Ruan Beiyao?" Zheng Yanlang still wanted to follow her words to reprimand that tongue-grubber, but when she heard her talking about Ruan Beiyao, he was dumbfounded for a moment, that woman is not easy to mess with.He asked again, "What else did she say about you?"

"She said that I, a toad, wants to eat swan meat." Song Yuye felt aggrieved, she was not considered beautiful, but at least she was charming, so it was not as bad as she said.

Zheng Yanlang held back her laughter, brushed the hair on her forehead with his slender fingers, and the string coaxed: "Okay, don't cry, you're already a mother, you're not a toad, it's me, a toad who wants to be a swan!" Is the meat good?"

"Well, I'm a swan, and you're a toad." The woman muttered, her mood seemed to be better, she inserted her white and slender fingers into the man's black hair, and spoke carefully.

The sharp-edged face is full of gentleness, the black and deep eyes are full of charming color; the thick eyebrows, the high nose bridge, the beautiful lip shape, every part shows the nobility and elegance of the owner .He is as beautiful as a mortal, just like Prince Charming in Grimm's fairy tales.

Song Yuye's heart changed quietly. In fact, being with Zheng Yanlang really found a treasure for him. If there is anything that is not enough, he already has children, and they are still two good-looking babies.The point is that he really likes himself, only he is completely his own. i
The previous self may have thought too much and was too hypocritical. It is normal for two people who love each other to be together.Follow your heart.

The delicate kisses fell overwhelmingly, the woman squinted her eyes, confused.

……

The sound of breathing in the bedroom gradually subsided for a long time.

"Say you love me?" Zheng Yanlang persisted, clung to this question, as if he wouldn't give up until he got a satisfactory answer.

Song Yuye was a little tired, but still didn't want to give him an answer, so he threw the question back to him, playing with his black hair, and asked, "Then do you love me?"

The answer is naturally love, Song Yuye already had the answer, but just wanted to hear the other party say it himself.

Zheng Yanlang sat up, held her cheeks, and said seriously, "I love you."

"Then I love you too." She pretended to be relaxed and indifferent.

That's about the same, the man got the answer he wanted, lay down contentedly, hugged him in his arms, and kissed lightly on the hair, "Go to sleep."

Song Yuye whimpered twice like a kitten, rubbed her body into the man's arms, and fell asleep contentedly.

After tossing and tossing for most of the night, the two of them were awakened by the cry of the child just after closing their eyes, and got up in a hurry.

Xu Shi was hungry, Song Yuye hurriedly picked up the baby, lifted the front of his clothes and nursed it.After sucking a couple of times, perhaps he couldn't suck any more rations. The child's small mouth shrunk, and he cried out loudly.

"Baby, don't cry. Daddy is shameless. He drank it all up. Tell him to make grandma." Song Yuye coaxed his son softly, kicked Zheng Yanlang who was scratching his head politely, and ordered him to make milk powder.

The man went cheerfully, not forgetting to kiss her.

Song Yuye felt that his head was big and he had nothing to love. How could he look like a father.

"You might as well just wean you, it's not enough to drink anyway." Zheng Yanlang said bluntly.

Song Yuye snorted coldly, "Didn't you drink it all? Is there anyone like you who is a father? Competing with babies for food."

The dead pig, a man, is not afraid of boiling water. He tilted his head and said confidently, "I'm doing this for your own good. I heard that breastfeeding is easy to sag."

"Why don't you die." Song Yuye couldn't bear it anymore and kicked him off the bed.

Men are never tired of it, and are driven by it willingly.The woman you like is by your side, a pair of lovely children, relaxed and ordinary, doing what you like.No longer afraid of loneliness at night, no longer confused in the wind and rain, tired, sleepy, you can embrace and have a sweet dream with your loved one.

He has been looking forward to such a happy and warm scene for more than [-] years. He is the product of not loving each other. He has never enjoyed this kind of happiness for a day since he was born.His father regarded him as a tool for liberation, and his mother regarded him as a talisman to gain a firm foothold in the Zheng family. No one knew how much he longed for the family in his heart.

The two children fell asleep sweetly after drinking the milk. Song Yuye's subtle breathing sounded from the pillow. He looked at her sideways, his slender fingers gently outlined the outline of her face, and the corners of his lips were raised, showing tenderness.