Evil Child Black-Bellied Mother

   It was getting late, and Su Ying also felt a little sleepy.

   The two children were taken to sleep by Green Mark, and Su Ying went to bed and lay in the warm blanket.

   It didn't take long for Ye Feibai to return to his room.

   Ye Feibai took off his large white embroidered robe and lay down beside Su Ying. He seemed to have just taken a bath, and he had a fresh plant scent on his body, which smelled very nice.

  Su Ying got his head out of the quilt, sniffed, and asked curiously, "Didn't you go drinking? Why doesn't it smell like alcohol?"

   Ye Feibai stretched out his long arm and half embraced her in his arms, while the other hand rubbed her cheek. The dim candle waited, and his beautiful eyes flashed with dazzling light: "I knew you didn't like it, so I didn't drink more, mainly to feed the fourth."

   The warm breath he exhaled sprayed on her face, it was warm, with only a faint scent of tea.

  Su Ying burst out laughing.

   Ye Feibai smiled when he saw her, and he hooked her nose with his hand: "You asked Liu Yun to lock the door of the fourth child's room?"

   The smile on Su Ying's face became stronger, she coughed lightly: "You don't think a couple is locked in a room for one night, and one of them is still drunk, what will happen... You know."

   "I don't understand, can you tell me in detail?" Ye Feibai pretended not to understand, with a surprised look on his face.

   When he saw Su Ying staring at him, his heart sank.

   He leaned over and kissed her on the cheek, and another on her lips.

  The two were very close, their breaths intertwined ambiguous, Ye Feibai scratched her chin: "When we were locked together, I was also drunk, what happened?"

  Su Ying couldn't help but glared at him: "What happened?"

   Ye Feibai's lips evoked a playful smile: "Should we recall it now?"

  Su Ying reached out and pushed away the one that was almost sticking to his face: "You are all drunk, do you remember that you are a corpse? Go to bed!"

  The candle in the room went out, and the room was pitch black.

   After a long while, Su Ying felt his face was hot and his whole body was a little hot.

   "Don't make trouble... um... Be careful of the child."

"I will pay attention…"

   Spring is boundless, and a room is lingering.

   and on the other side.

   Situ Mengyao helped Ye Feixu, who was unconscious, to the bed.

   Ye Feixu didn't know how much he drank, and he smelled of alcohol all over his body.

   Situ Mengyao frowned tightly when he saw how drunk he was.

   Ye Feixu opened his eyes chaotically, stretched out his hand to pull Situ Mengyao's hand, he took her hand and laughed: "Yo, who is this? Hehehe..."

   Situ Mengyao stood stiffly in the same place, her eyes were as calm as clear springs, and she looked at the drunk man in front of her with some coldness.

   She was moved by Su Ying's saying that there are seven years in her life, and she finally got up and wanted to ask him.

  Why did he not like her, and why did he marry her.

   But at this moment, Ye Feixu frivolously touched her.

   She couldn't get drunk and he would treat her as another woman.

   Situ Mengyao coldly shook off his hand and turned around.

   Ye Feixu's yin and yang strange voice came from behind: "You go, don't come back after you leave."

   Situ Mengyao bit her lip lightly and walked forward step by step with difficulty.

   She wanted to go out and be alone, but found that the door was locked from the outside.

   "What's the matter?" Situ Mengyao frowned and wanted to find someone to open the door.

   After thinking about it, she paused again.

   She didn't want to make things between them too big.

   At this moment, Ouyang Liuyun was hiding outside, listening to the movement inside. He originally thought that the task Su Yingpai gave her was a bit funny, but he didn't expect that there was a big problem between the couple.

   "You can't wait to leave me..." A vague voice came from behind.

   Situ Mengyao couldn't open the door left and right, so he had to walk back.

   Ye Feixu sat up with difficulty, his cheeks were crimson and his eyes were blurred.

   He watched her walk towards him, and waved at her impatiently: "I don't want your alms, if you want to leave, just walk far away and never appear in front of me."

   Situ Mengyao is not good at quarreling, if she would have left long ago on weekdays: "You!"

   Ye Feixu was about to get up and push her out, but he couldn't exert any strength on his feet, and his whole body slumped to the ground limply.

   Situ Mengyao saw that Ye Feixu couldn't stand up, so she couldn't bear to go up to help him.

   Ye Feixu didn't appreciate it and waved her hand away.

   He smiled lowly, with a hint of mockery in his eyes: "If you feel wronged by my side, I can let you go, I don't want to see you unhappy every day."

   Situ Mengyao tried her best to hold back the water color that came out of her eyes.

   She paused, and squeezed out a few words in her dry throat: "You've long been impatient with me, if... I agree to reconcile."

   Ye Feixu's hands were clenched tightly, he looked at her in shock, his eyes almost turned red.

   Situ Mengyao couldn't bear it any longer, tears fell from her eyes.

   She was never used to crying in front of people, she stood up slowly, and when she was slightly bent, a pendant slipped out of her neck.

   Ye Feixu felt dazzling when he saw what was in her neck. With a wave of his hand, he pulled the thing out of her neck and threw it aside.

   "You..." Situ Mengyao raised her eyes slightly, looking at the torn jade butterfly pendant, a trace of pain flashed across her eyes.

   She snorted softly: "Forget it, it's useless anyway."

   "What? Heartache?!" Ye Feixu's eyes were fixed on Situ Mengyao's eyes for a moment, he was mad with jealousy, and his expression was a little grim.

   He suddenly grabbed Situ Mengyao's hand and pulled her into his arms with a strong pull.

His face was not as bright and cheerful as in the past, but only endless depression and gloom, he almost shouted at her: "You marry me and you will be my woman for the rest of your life, don't expect me to let you go, I won't let you go to death."

   Ye Feixu used the drunken madness to wrap her slender waist in his arms fiercely, and then kissed her fiercely.

   He was like a furious little beast, biting her tongue frantically, beside her lips.

   Situ Mengyao's eyes filled with tears slowly falling down, full of bitterness.

  's lips and tongue were sore, she could hardly feel it, she only felt that her heart was hurting badly.

   The tip of his tongue was full of the smell of wine, and he plundered in her mouth. Situ Mengyao finally couldn't bear his savagery, and finally pushed him away.

   Ye Feixu wiped the tears from her face with her thumb: "What? Feeling guilty? Do you feel disgusted to be kissed by a man you don't like?"

   Hiding outside listening to the corner of the wall, Ouyang Liuyun shrank his neck from the cold wind. He hated that iron could not become steel: Ye Feixu, you are still not a man, why are you so arrogant! Go on a man!