After filing for divorce, the hidden marriage boss panicked

In the early hours of the morning, the ambiguous temperature in the bedroom reached its peak. Fu Lingheng's hot palms hugged her delicate body, and he kissed her softly, licking her sensitive parts like treasures.

Li Fei was breathing slightly, and physiological tears were hanging on his eyelashes.

She endured the heat of his love, and every move filled with fierce possessiveness could wash away her soft breath.

"Fu Lingheng, can you calm down for a while?"

"What kind of break do you want?"

The man lowered his eyes, looked at her crimson cheeks, and couldn't help but pinch her delicate chin. Thick lust poured out of his eyes, like a crater ready to explode at any time, swallowing her up.

"This kind, this kind, or more kinds?"

He hugged her delicate body tightly, letting her slender and straight legs wrap around his narrow waist, making her very close.

The man's breathing was heavy and hot, and the dark color in his eyes was instantly overturned.

The lights in the room were dim, and two shadows overlapped and reflected on the wall. Li Fei bit his lip. The more dissatisfied she showed, the more unscrupulous he became.

She glared at him and said in a coquettish and confused voice, a hint of begging for mercy: "I'm tired and want to sleep."

Fu Lingheng's palm slid across her flat belly, moving slowly, with a hoarse and sexy voice: "But I'm not enough yet, what should I do?"

"you--"

Li Fei struggled feebly, but in his eyes he refused to welcome her. The cells in his body became more and more restless, and his Adam's apple rolled slightly: "Honey, don't even think about sleeping tonight."

His palms slowly went down along her smooth back, staying on her buttocks for a few seconds before continuing.

Finally, he rubbed his fingertips on her soft and white legs, and a numb feeling spread from her tailbone throughout her body.

Her whole body tensed uncontrollably, and there was a hint of moisture in her beautiful almond eyes.

Under the light, the man's stern three-dimensional silhouette was a little softer, but his eyes looked deeper at her, like a soul-sucking monster.

The night wind blew up the pure white gauze curtains by the window, and the moonlight tilted, blurring the beautiful spring light.

Afterwards, her whole body went limp, her head resting on his arm, and she let him wash her off and carry her back to bed.

Fu Lingheng sat on the bedside, glanced at the used umbrella in the trash can, and hugged him.

She frowned, gently touched his strong chest with her cool fingertips, and said in a soft voice, "Actually, you don't have to do this."

"One Yan'er is enough. I can't bear to let you suffer again."

Fu Lingheng picked up her hair and twisted it around his fingers to play with it. His voice was clear and low-pitched, and his speaking speed was neither urgent nor slow, but extremely gentle.

When Li Fei was in the third trimester of her pregnancy, he hardly went to the company. If he had any work, he would try to finish it during her nap, so that he could spend more time with her.

Once, he accompanied her to the hospital for a prenatal check-up and personally experienced a delivery device. From the obvious labor pain of level 4 to the severe pain of level 10, how to describe that feeling?

It's like breaking your bones without anesthesia...

At that time, he was in pain and there were big beads of sweat on his forehead. He saw Li Fei standing next to him with his pregnant belly and begging him not to continue, but he still gritted his teeth and persisted.

He held her hand tightly and said to her with firm eyes: "You are so afraid of pain, but you are willing to suffer for me to have a baby. How can I, Fu Lingheng, have such a good woman like you in my life?" 】

That day, Li Fei was lying on the delivery bed, with Fu Lingheng accompanying her throughout the whole process. Seeing the fine sweat oozing out from her forehead and the pain that caused convulsions, his heart felt like being cut by a blunt knife, the pain was severe.

The moment his son was born, his eyes turned red and he kissed her forehead immediately. He did not spare any extra attention to look at his son, but stared at her with distress.

She opened her eyes weakly, looked at him, smiled at the corner of her mouth, raised her hand angrily to wipe away the tears from the corner of his eyes, and murmured: "Fu Lingheng, this seems to be the third time I have seen you cry. ”

Fu Lingheng, a cold and noble man, cried in front of her three times in total.

The first time was to save her.

The second time was because I married her.

The third time was because I felt sorry for her.

"Honey, you've worked hard, thank you."

Fu Lingheng's fingers stroked her pale side lovingly, and her eyes suddenly became moist.

The two of them cuddled together, each other's heartbeats intertwined closely, everything seemed so warm and beautiful.

"Boom boom boom——"

At 2:50 in the morning, a crisp knock on the door, accompanied by a child's crying, broke the silence between the two.

"Sir, Madam, for some reason tonight, the young master started crying not long after he fell asleep. I really have no choice but to bring him to you."

Hearing this, the couple looked at each other, and Li Fei called Fu Lingheng to open the door.

The sweet and affectionate atmosphere was extinguished instantly, Fu Lingheng's face fell in a second, and his whole person was a little depressed.

What can I do? I just want to compete with him for his wife.

He turned over and got out of bed, reluctantly opened the door, and took the crying little dumpling from Sister-in-law Ying's hand. He frowned and gritted his teeth: "You brat, you came here specifically to go against me!"

The little guy stared at him in confusion, holding the flesh of his chest with his little hands. Seeing his fierce expression, his little mouth dropped, and he felt like the sky was about to fall when he cried.

When Li Fei heard the cry, he quickly got up and hugged him over. He patted his back gently and coaxed gently: "Baby, be good, mommy is here, don't cry if you don't want to."

The little guy smelled the scent of his mother, his little head arched in her arms, and he hummed twice, his white and tender little arms grasped her collar, and he stayed quietly in her arms with his eyes closed, looking like a The look of enjoyment.

Fu Lingheng looked at the little meat dumpling in her arms, her face turned completely dark, and her breath caught in her throat: "Fu Siyan, you little light bulb, are you ashamed to occupy my wife at night?"

He and his son had been jealous for more than a day or two. Li Fei automatically ignored the man's gloomy face and hummed a children's song. The little guy stopped crying immediately, lay in his mother's arms and looked at it with wide eyes. I rubbed my eyes with my little hands and wanted to sleep.

"Go and make some milk for your son."

Li Fei's voice was gentle, but someone said nothing and went straight downstairs with a dark face.

Soon, Fu Lingheng came back with a milk bottle. The force of closing the door was not strong, but it was obvious that he was aggrieved.

He put the bottle into the little guy's hand, with a stern expression on his face, and said as precious as gold: "Drink up and go to bed."

When the little guy saw him, his eyes welled up with tears, and the tip of his nose turned red from crying. He picked up the bottle and started squealing. He held a grudge like a little adult and turned his head away from his father.

The corner of Fu Lingheng's mouth twitched twice, and he stretched out his hand to pinch his chubby cheeks. He said in a resentful tone: "You are still angry. How dare you embarrass your father because of your mother's support?"

The little guy curled his lips in grievance, spit out the milk in his mouth with a groan, and cried even more sadly.

"Fu Lingheng, why do you always make him cry? Do you want to sleep at night?"

"I finally coaxed him to sleep, but you made him cry again, so you can do it yourself."

Li Fei was so angry that he gave his son to him, turned around, lifted up the quilt and got into bed.

"I......"

Fu Lingheng was stunned. The little guy in his arms kept crying, which gave him a headache.

He sat down on the sofa with his little crying bag in one hand, and began to try to reason again: "Fu Siyan, can crying solve the problem? He is a little strong man of more than eight months old, and he cries like a girl all day long. Isn’t it embarrassing to go out?”

"The future heir of the Fu Group, are your tears so worthless?"

"I'm telling you, your father and I..."

He didn't have a chance to say the words before a pillow was aimed directly at his back.

"Bring your son to bed."

When his wife gave the order, he didn't say anything. He made a muffled "oh" sound, walked over and put his son on the bed, quickly opened the quilt and lay on his side.

"Honey, let him sleep on the right side and you sleep in the middle, so I can hold you to sleep."

Li Fei hugged his son tightly without raising his eyes, and responded calmly: "The bed in the old house's room has no guard rails. Aren't you afraid that your son will fall under the bed at night?"

"..."

Fu Lingheng pursed his lips in displeasure, let out a heavy sigh, and thought to himself: [If possible, he really wants Fu Siyan to sleep on the ground. Anyway, it's hot in the summer, so the cold won't hurt. 】