The scumbag provoked the blackened male god again

Chapter 85 The Canary of the Gold Master [47]

"Surprise?" Shen Fushui sneered, "I'll go and see for myself, don't be another silver chain."

The housekeeper was anxious, "Madam, don't worry, this time it is definitely not a silver chain..."

Yes, it's not a silver chain anymore.

—It’s gold.

When he was tied up on the bed again, Shen Fushui's face was full of constipation, and he almost couldn't bite the dog.

A thin golden chain tied her bright wrists, making her skin as gorgeous as jade.

"...Didn't you say you won't lock me up?" She tugged at the chain, laughing angrily.

"Yeah," Yun Mo casually pulled her collar up, and wiped the sweat from her forehead with a towel, "...but I regret it."

His long eyelashes drooped slightly, and his thin crimson lips moved slightly, as if to say that the weather today is fine, the clouds are calm and the wind is light.

Shen Lang's teeth itch with hatred, he closed his eyes, and instead of looking at him, he asked hoarsely, "Do you hate me?"

"How could it be... It's too late to love you." Yun Mo's eyes slightly showed a strange dark light, and her gorgeous thin lips were slightly upturned, with a loving and doting smile on her lips.

"Dog thing." She sneered slightly, and closed her eyes weakly, "...you will never treat my body as your body."

Yun Mo frowned slightly, with a look of doubt in his eyes, and was suddenly suppressed by him.

He has the top medical team to ensure that there will be no problems with her body.

"have a good rest."

With a low-pitched instruction, Shen Lang knew that she had to go back to that kind of day and night again.

... Tsk, insane.

She stared at the ceiling silently, thoughtfully.

*
Several days passed.

Shen Lang ate a few mouthfuls of porridge and vomited.

After eating a few more mouthfuls of crispy duck, I vomited again.

The housekeeper looked overjoyed, took a few steps closer, and asked tentatively and cautiously, "Ma'am, are you on time for your period this month?"

Shen Lang slowly typed a "...?"

Do you know how to ride a horse?

She said casually: "Come on, I got it, call the doctor."

*
Shen Lang asked for a separate diagnosis and treatment, but the housekeeper couldn't resist, so he had to take the people out.

In the room, the beauty stroked her belly with her slender hands, and said with a smile, "This is a good thing...don't tell him. I want to surprise him."

The doctor nodded with a strange expression and backed out.

The housekeeper brought a lot of small romantic gifts to the wife when the husband came back.

It was a big deal that the Yun family wanted to add a young master, so he reported back to Yun Mu with tears in his eyes, and told Mrs. Yun by the way.

Seeing Old Madam Yun's livid face, the butler finally let out a sigh of relief.

old house.

"Sir, madam...you are happy!"

As soon as Yun Mo came back, he heard such a sound, and suddenly his ears buzzed.

He stopped the housekeeper, "What did you say?"

"Miss is happy, she is resting in the room." The butler's wrinkled face stretched into a flower, "Sir, I have prepared many small gifts that girls like, please take them and send them to your wife."

Yun Mo was stuffed with exquisite gift boxes, and was still in a daze, unable to recover.

This time... is he really going to be a father?

He was swept away by great joy, so that he didn't think carefully about the time interval since Shen Lang's last miscarriage.

"Boom--"

Gift boxes fell all over the floor.

He almost rushed all the way to the bedroom, and saw the leisurely figure of the beauty. She was lying on the sofa, peeling an orange seriously with jade fingers like green onions.

Seeing him coming, Shen Fushui smiled lightly, "What's the matter, so happy all of a sudden?"

His thin crimson lips moved slightly, his cheeks were slightly hot, "...I'm going to be a father, right?"

Shen Lang was stunned.

"Who told you that?"

Yun Mo stared at her watery fox eyes, and said seriously, "Is it?"

The beauty gave her a fluttering glance, "... yes."

It seemed that a certain point touched some of his not-so-good memories. His eyes were slightly reddened, and he slowly approached her, carefully hugging her tightly, and his voice was covered with a patter of smoke, and said:

"Fortunately... I caught up this time."

For some reason, the smoke trembled slightly, unexpectedly intoxicating.

"Our children will be born safely and grow up well."

"Then... I would like to thank you for your kind words." The beauty's voice was elegant and lazy, full of cynicism.

Yun Mo smiled lowly, playing with her fingertips, "You give birth to a child, we will live like ordinary couples... okay?"

She no longer wanted to escape, and he no longer held her prisoner.

Unexpectedly, the beauty glanced at him with a half-smile, "How dare you ask for Mr. Yun's promise... Take it back, I don't want it."

Yun Mo's eyes darkened slightly, "...you always know how to make me angry."

"Come on, don't talk nonsense," Shen Fushui's eyes were slightly raised, and a small piece of orange was squeezed into his mouth with pink and rosy fingertips, "Eat some fruit and have a rest."

Yun Mo swallowed the orange petal subconsciously, his Adam's apple rolled up and down, and he didn't even chew it.

Shen Fushui burst out laughing, and lightly tapped his forehead with his fingertips, "Are you stupid?"

Yun Mo was slightly stunned, but when he realized it, he also smiled, like a peach blossoming suddenly in three springs, stunning and unsurpassed.

"...Ugly," Shen Lang glanced at him, pressed his crimson thin lips, "hold back the smile."

Yun Mo: "..."

"It's good to be bold." With deep eyes, he held her tender red fingertips.

Shen Fushui rolled his eyes lightly and passed it over, "You're used to it."

"I mean, . . . otherwise."

Shen Lang: "..."

Sha pen.

"Did you cook the crispy duck I ate during the two days I was outside?" She recalled belatedly.

The taste at that time was indeed somewhat familiar.

"It's my fault for not spoiling your appetite." Yun Mo's tone was a bit regretful, but his voice couldn't hide the joy.

"It really is a conspiracy?" She bit his arm with all her might.

Yun Mo didn't even wrinkle his brows, and said with a low smile, "Where did you learn the habit of biting people?"

Hearing this, Shen Fushui loosened his mouth and raised his eyebrows presumptuously, "...don't like it?"

"Well," he said incomprehensibly, "Both bites hurt...One likes it, the other doesn't."

Shen Lang slowly typed a "...?"

You are not right.

(End of this chapter)