Time and you are my fault

Almost all the dishes for dinner are Chu Yi's favorite.

But Chu Yi's appetite is not very good, her appetite is very strange recently, she only likes spicy food.

I even have a kind of resistance to other dishes, and when I see it, I feel an inexplicable nausea.

She feels that her sub-health state is a bit serious, and she should enroll in a fitness class to exercise.

While thinking this way, Zong Yanzu had already picked up a small rib and put it in her bowl.

Chuy licked her lips, and that strange feeling came again.

But the whole family watched, she could only bite the bullet and eat it.

In the end, she suppressed the nausea with a night of hot and sour soup, and then slowly let out a breath.

After a meal, she was exhausted.

"Yiyi, don't you want to eat anything else?" Seeing that Chu Yi ate very little, Cheng Xiangyi couldn't help asking.

Chuy waved her hand, "I'm full, I'm not too hungry."

"Okay, Mrs. Zhou, bring the panna cotta." Cheng Xiangyi greeted to the side.

Before Chu Yi could refuse, Mrs. Zhou quickly served it up.

The white and tender milk jelly, with a layer of orange meat sprinkled on it, looks very attractive.

Chuy took a small spoon, dug a piece and put it into her mouth.

The rich milk fragrance rushed into her mouth, Chu Yi's face froze, and she quickly pulled out a tissue to cover her mouth.

"Are you choking?" The old man has been paying attention to Chu Yi's movements, and asked quickly.

Chu Yi waved her hand, "No, no, I bit my tongue."

There was a layer of wrinkles between Zong Yanzu's brows.

He secretly covered the back of her hand with his hand under the table, and asked her condition with his eyes.

Only then did Chu Yi speak, "The previous physical examination, the doctor said that I was weak and in a sub-healthy state. I should suddenly get busy and feel uncomfortable. I'm really fine."

Cheng Xiangyi put down his chopsticks, "That's good."

Then they looked at Zong's father, and the two looked at each other, "Yiyi, Chinese New Year is only a few weeks away, seeing that Yanxiu is 30 years old, and you are 26 years old, the child's affairs are urgently needed, but... "

Cheng Xiangyi seemed to be considering his words, "But since your relationship is stable, shouldn't this matter be put on the agenda?"

Chuy's face turned red suddenly, and she felt that the big hand covering the back of her hand exerted a little force.

Her heart seemed to be pinched by this hand, and she was speechless for a while.

Zong Yanzu opened his mouth to help her, "Mom, you can just tell me about this, Yiyi has a thin skin, she will be embarrassed if you say that."

"Didn't I tell you?" Cheng Xiangyi gave his son a blank look, "It's because you are not good enough, you are worthless..."

Zong Yanzu smiled helplessly, and looked at the little woman with a flushed face and buried her head in the water, "Okay, it's all my fault, don't rush, fate will naturally come when it comes, Yiyi, right?"

Chu Yi lowered her head, her hands were squeezed hard, and she replied nervously, "Yes."

Hearing this, several elders showed gratified smiles.

late at night.

Chuy came out of the bathroom, looking around curiously while wiping her dripping hair.

"I thought I heard my mother's voice just now."

Zong Yanzu looked at the computer screen, tapped his fingers on it, without looking up, "Well, she's here to get something."

Chuey sat on the edge of the bed, threw the wet towel on the bedside table, and tapped her sore back, "What are you taking?"

He moved his eyes away from the computer, his eyes were as deep as the sea, and there was a gloomy light.

Seeing that he didn't speak, Chu Yi continued to ask, "Why are you looking at me? What did Mom take?"

He closed the computer screen, dragged her over from the edge of the bed, and paused, "Condoms."

Chewie, "!!!"

She turned her head abruptly, avoiding his eyes as deep as the sea.

The man didn't let her go, he put his rough hand on her chin, forcing her to look at him.

Chu Yi felt that his eyes seemed to have magical powers, hooking her eyes, and falling deeply into them.

There is nothing to avoid, nothing to hide from.

"Yiyi." His hoarse voice echoed in the room.

Because of being too nervous, her long eyelashes trembled, and after taking a bath, her body exuded a seductive fragrance.

He kissed her gently on the chin, "When will you put the matter of having a baby on the agenda?"

Her heart pounded violently against her chest, and she could even hear that powerful heartbeat clearly.

"I'm always ready." He moved to her ear and kissed.

The wet hair was still dripping with water, and the wet feeling touched the bridge of his high nose, making the exhaled breath moister and more ambiguous.

Chu Yi shrank back, her pupils filled with moisture, "I..."

Without giving her a chance to speak, he pressed her into the soft bed.

Her long black hair spread out on the milky white silk bed, her cheeks were rosy, showing a thrilling beauty in the man's eyes.

The moment they covered her lips, the two exchanged a cool breath between each other.

Chewie stared at the ceiling, feeling the strings in her body being stretched to the full.

In the room, the temperature rose sharply, and the situation was becoming uncontrollable.

The man was not satisfied with kissing, and his hands began to move.

His knuckles were slightly cool, but his palm was hot, falling on her skin, it immediately made her tremble all over.

Seeing the clarity in her eyes gradually disappearing, the man's heart was filled with satisfaction.

Suddenly, the phone by the bedside rang untimely, breaking the good atmosphere.

Zong Yanzu furrowed his eyebrows fiercely, glanced at the phone, and didn't intend to answer it.

Seeing him leaning over and kissing him again, Chuy covered her mouth and shook her head, "You haven't showered yet, go answer the phone first."

He looked at her with extremely sad eyes, and after a long while, he finally got up and took the phone.

After glancing at the caller, the man turned cold and got up to answer the call on the balcony.

Chu Yi looked at his back, pursed her lips, ran to get the hair dryer, and dried her hair.

As soon as she came out of the bathroom, she saw that Zong Yanqi had finished answering the call and came in from the balcony.

The dark gray pajamas fit the line of his body. Because the legs were too long, a section of his ankle was exposed under the pajama pants.

Chuy looked away as if nothing had happened, plugged in the hair dryer, sat on the edge of the bed and began to dry her hair.

Suddenly, her hand was held.