Pamper!Mr. Shang threw himself into a trap for love

"Really?" Shang Yan's scorching pupils slammed into the girl's lowered eyes.

The deep voice exudes a sense of Su that makes one's legs go limp.

A pair of scorching hands burrowed into the hem of her clothes, clinging to her slender waist.

With big hands loose, the meaning of the words gradually deepened: "Major General Jiang is strict with others, why is he so capricious and casual with me?"

He bowed his head and rubbed against her ear.

Jiang Yun's legs softened and her heart beat when he teased her.

Putting your hands on his shoulders, your breathing gradually became messy.

He heard his hot whisper again: "You think I'm easy to bully, huh?"

The man's ending sound carried the vibration of the vocal cords, and the resonance in the chest viciously plucked Jiang Yun's heartstrings.

She swallowed hard.

The tone was a little hasty: "No."

She raised her eyes, met the man's gloomy eyes, and exhaled: "I'm just scared, and I don't want to see you worry about me anymore."

She raised her hand and stroked Shang Yan's obviously thin face these days.

His eyes flicked past his sharp-edged faces one by one, and his voice was slightly hoarse: "Shang Yan, I love you so much."

She stood on tiptoe tremblingly, Shang Yan's eyes darkened, and he bent down actively to bring his lips to hers.

The girl held his face and kissed his lips.

Eye sockets are slightly red: "I really love you."

The moment the last sentence came out, Shang Yan swallowed the unfinished ending in an instant.

He kissed eagerly and passionately.

Jiang Yun responded with trembling enthusiasm.

The breaths of the two were intertwined, and the temperature in the quiet ward rose.

Shang Yan exerted a little force on his hands, and easily hugged the girl into his arms, and walked towards the hospital bed while holding her.

Jiang Yun's breath was messy, and she raised her hand to unbutton him.

But was held down by Shang Yan's hot hand.

The man's eyes were blazing with fire, but there was still the last sliver of reason remaining.

With a hoarse voice, he whispered: "You are not well yet."

His Adam's apple slipped, and he couldn't help but kissed her lips hard again and again.

A whisper flowed from between the lips and teeth: "Listen to the doctor and take a good rest during this time."

Jiang Yun wanted it.

But Shang Yan didn't give it.

She was so anxious that she unconsciously twisted her body.

My heart was empty: "Shang Yan, I feel bad..."

She stared at him eagerly, the emptiness in her heart desperately needed to be filled.

Those five words almost cost Shang Yan half his life.

Look at the strong desire in the girl's eyes.

For a moment, he could hardly bear the pressure.

After several eager turns of breathing, the man stretched out his hand without hesitation.

The desire in Jiang Yun's eyes was instantly magnified.

The pupils reflecting the man's cold and resolute face dilated, and she grabbed his hand subconsciously.

want to back off.

Shang Yan raised his eyebrows, and the action of hooking his hands almost killed her.

"That shouldn't count as strenuous exercise."

His hands are busy.

But he lowered his head and kissed her lips, easily causing her soul to tremble.

This comes from his "deep" understanding of everything about her.

He knows how to make her comfortable.

I also know where to touch.

will drive her crazy.

Facing him, Jiang Yun had no way to refute.

Before the physical tears in the corners of her eyes dripped, she was kissed clean by the man.

A burning kiss landed on her cheek, lingering on her lips.

In the room around the neck, the sticky sound that made people dream about constantly stimulated their eardrums.

Arouse the trembling that goes deep into the soul.

In the middle of the night, Shang Yan carried Jiang Yun, who was already exhausted, to the bathroom. After washing her, he lifted the quilt and lay down.

Jiang Yun was completely impressed by Shang Yan's actual combat ability in this area.

I feel unprecedented admiration for his "craftsmanship".

The moment he lay down, he actively retracted into his arms.

Shang Yan reached out and hugged her into his arms, letting her fall asleep peacefully listening to the beating heartbeat in his chest.

……

On the third day after giving birth, Mu Ge was officially discharged from the hospital and went home for confinement.

Jiang Yun and Shang Yan simply moved back to Jiang's old house in order to join in the fun.

With the arrival of Jiang Yun and Shang Yan, and the appearance of the little baby, the Jiang family ushered in unprecedented excitement.

Jiang Yun named the baby Little Milk Bag.

Because the little guy looks round and small, with a milky appearance and a sweet taste.

Jiang? felt that this nickname was too childish.

But Mu Ge made a firm decision: "I like it very much!"

River?:"……"

What should I do if my wife carelessly worships her younger sister?

Waiting online, very anxious.

Back at Jiang's house, Muge started confinement life. Jiang Yun originally planned to return to the army, but was forced to take a [-]-day vacation by Chongcheng's righteous words.

Whatever you say, let her recover before going back.

Jiang Yun had no choice but to stay at home.

After a week, the person who didn't know where to put the baby's hands at the beginning is now the benchmark for baby-carrying that even the confinement wife repeatedly praises.

Miraculously, Xiao Naibao only likes Jiang Yun and Shang Yan.

Every time other people hold it, the little guy will wriggle restlessly.

In the arms of Jiang Yun and Shang Yan, they were able to fall asleep in seconds.

Yuesao smiled and praised: "The little milk bag is destined to be with my aunt and uncle."

Jiang Yun raised her eyebrows: "Maybe my identity is more secure."

On the fourth-to-last day of the holiday, Jiang Yun felt that she was fine.

Immediately, taking advantage of Shang Yan to go to the company for a meeting, he went to the hospital for an examination.

The result of the examination is that she is in good physical condition and has fully recovered from the concussion.

The moment Jiang Yun got the inspection report, she rushed straight to Shang's.

Inside the office.

As soon as Shang Yan finished the meeting, he hurriedly explained a few words to Xu Feng, and was ready to go home to accompany Jiang Yun.

As a result, the door of the office was suddenly opened from the outside.

Jiang Yun appeared by the door blushing, looking at Shang Yan with bright and clean eyes.

Both Xu Feng and Shang Yan were taken aback, the former was thinking who would be so reckless to bump into the CEO's office without fear of death.

As a result, when he turned his head and saw Jiang Yun's delicate face, he drank silently for his recklessness in his heart.

Shang Yan's eyes fell on the document in Jiang Yun's hand, and the dark pupils were filled with unknown feelings.

Xu Feng said sensiblely: "Mr. Shang, I will send the rest of the documents to your mailbox after sorting them out."

After the words fell, he stepped forward and walked over.

When passing by Jiang Yun's side, he nodded respectfully: "Good afternoon, Young Madam."

Jiang Yun nodded calmly: "Xu Tezhu, good afternoon."

Xu Feng was flattered, and silently accelerated his pace and walked out.

Shang Yan's eyes never left Jiang Yun from the beginning to the end.

When Xu Feng walked out the door, the man strode forward with long legs and hurriedly walked up to Jiang Yun.

Xu Feng just took two steps out of the door when the door of the office was slammed shut with a "bang".

Jiang Yun quickly stretched out her hand holding the document to Shang Yan's chest.

It stopped the man from lowering his head and about to kiss him.

She slapped the inspection report on his chest.

Hands spread out, palms pressed against his chest, feeling the rhythm of his heartbeat.

He tilted his head slightly towards the document, with a sinister smile on his face: "Check and check?"

Shang Yan sniffed the faint smell of disinfectant on her body, and actually guessed something.

Still resisting the impulse, he reached for the file.

I don't know if it was intentional or not.

The man's rough fingertips brushed over the cool back of her hand, "inadvertently" lighting a fire on the back of her hand.