Boss, lend me a baby

Tong Wanwan stared at his back and was stunned, his brain was in a state of dissociation for a while.

There's something weird, something wrong.

She coveted his perfect genes and planned to steal another daughter. But when she asked him out tonight, she was talking about chatting.

It had to be at least the beginning of a chat. Why did Shang Yunche start scrubbing as soon as he entered the door?

What went wrong...

The more she thought about it, the more uneasy she became, her heart was pounding, and she began to think wildly.

Naturally, I didn't have the heart to look at the beautiful night view outside the window. I just stood there twisting my fingers and didn't even know it hurt.

The sound of water stopped, and a handsome man came out of the bathroom fresh after taking a bath.

He casually put on a bathrobe and tied it loosely around his waist.

Her hair was wet, and there was some kind of smile in her eyes that she couldn't understand.

He looked particularly lazy and exuded some kind of charm.

"Do you want to wash up first?" He asked casually and took the hair dryer to dry his hair.

"Do you want to wear more clothes?" She blurted out almost at the same time.

Before he finished speaking, his face turned red.

Emma, ​​you Shang Yunche, why don't you reveal yourself so vaguely in front of her at night, and still reveal yourself so naturally...

"It's not like I'm not wearing any clothes." He said nonchalantly, "It's okay even if you're naked. Anyway, it's surrounded by one-way glass, so people from outside can't see inside. Besides, this is still the top floor, and no one comes up by helicopter to take a peek."

"..." Tong Wanwan was speechless by what he said.

Shang Yunche is usually a very particular person, but why is he so lazy and casual at night?

Is it possible that men are one thing during the day and another at night?

Forget it, leave him alone. She should still think about how to attack him.

His hair was almost done, he put down the hair dryer and walked away.

When he came back, he had wine in one hand and two goblets in the other: "This wine is better than the one in the bar. Come, let's have a drink together."

"Ah?" Tong Wanwan stared at the bottle of wine alertly and gave him a suspicious look.

No, she can't drink with him.

If she gets too drunk and reveals her own little plan, she will lose more than she gains.

He moved an exquisite small coffee table, placed it near the window, and placed two cushions on the floor.

After pouring the wine, he showed his shining white teeth and smiled heartlessly at her: "What's the point of talking if you don't drink."

He sat on the floor and pointed to another cushion: "Sit."

"...Okay." Tong Wanwan responded slowly, his mind running rapidly.

It's already here, so let's make a quick decision.

He was not fascinated by her, was not impulsive, and did not take the initiative. Naturally, she had to take the initiative.

No matter what, this trip cannot be in vain.

Tong Wanwan made up her mind, walked towards him with a smile on her face, maintaining what she thought was an elegant and charming posture.

She walked halfway and stopped, leaning against the glass wall.

Holding the wall with one hand, brushing the long hair back of the head with the other hand, leaning back slightly. She raised her calves slightly, showing off her curves, and smiled gently at him.

The beauties in the movies all use this posture to show off their sexiness and charm. She is now learning and applying it, and the effect should be good.

"Huh? You won't have cramps, right?"

"Huh?" The angry Tong Wanwan almost kicked the wine glass, and it hit his handsome face with precision.

"Or epilepsy?" he added lazily.

"You are crazy!" Tong Wanwan finally broke through.

The smile froze, the little face tightened, and before he gritted his teeth, he retreated angrily.

Come on, is she that bad? It must be because he doesn't understand the style!

But back then, his performance in ONS was not so crotch-heavy.

Before she could react, he left his seed behind.

"Are you angry?" He slowly put down his wine glass.

He stood up and came to her side, put his arms around her, and gently rubbed his chin on the top of her head.

Tong Wanwan forcefully regained his senses and advised himself to remember his original intention, stay calm and not get angry.

She looked up at him.

Broad forehead, long eyebrows, straight nose, perfect outline, and those deep and charming eyes...

His facial features and temperament are impeccable, just as perfect as they were seven years ago.

"Tell me, what happened seven years ago?" he asked in a low voice, his voice slightly hoarse.

Tong Wanwan's hands quietly reached behind his back, silently hugging him back.

"Nothing," she said.

He doesn't remember better, it's safer to gush.

Not wanting him to continue questioning, Tong Wanwan hurriedly stood on tiptoes and kissed him jerkily.

Soft rhombus lips gently brushed his face.

He tensed up, but his guard relaxed a little, and his tone was much gentler: "Are you trying to kill me with that posture?"

And he's still a fool. Look, Guang knows how to administer strong medicine, but he doesn’t understand men at all.

She was so stunned that she didn't realize that he was sitting there motionless because he reacted instantly and his body was about to explode.

"You..." Tong Wanwan almost lost her mind again.

Ya, this stinky man, clearly knew her original intention of doing this, and he deliberately pretended to be stupid.

She wanted to kick him away again.

He whispered: "Don't do that in front of men again. You don't know how dangerous the situation is."

The child's charming face was covered with red clouds, burning hot.

"There's one more thing..." He hesitated, as if he was holding back some curiosity.

"Speak directly if you have something to say." Tong Wanwan stomped her feet coquettishly.

The corners of his lips curved into a smile: "Are you throwing yourself into your arms now?"

Tong Wanwan was extremely depressed: "You just know!"

He suddenly burst into laughter, and his laughter filled every corner of the room.

He smiled heartily, making people feel that his happiness came from the bottom of his heart.

She covered her face with her hands and said like a gnat: "Don't laugh anymore, I don't want to live anymore."

"Yeah, don't laugh." He agreed seriously and whispered to her, "The skirt is beautiful, but it's in the way."

Tong Wanwan's heart was pounding.

Things were going in the direction she hoped, but there was something in her mind that made her uneasy.

So, she suggested in a low voice: "Can you turn off the lights?"

The scar from the caesarean section was still there when she gave birth to Taotao, and she didn't want him to see it.

Talking is her eternal secret, and she must carefully eliminate all opportunities to let him know.

He slowly lifted her chin and teased softly: "You have even seen your enchanting teeth, so what are you afraid of?"

Tong Wanwan was relieved at the same time.

At any rate, the man in front of her was indeed Tao Tao's biological father, and she did not admit the wrong person.

At least if she steals another seed now, Taotao will have a biological sister with the same father and mother...

"Where's the elbow?" He gently let go of her tender chin, "After it was connected back then, you didn't dislocate it habitually, right?"

Tong Wanwan was shocked and stared at him blankly.

In just one sentence, the impact he brought made her head buzz.

Is he the dentist, or is he the bone setter?

He raised his eyebrows: "What's wrong?"

She covered her face with her hands: "I finally understand why you don't allow Shang Yunche to approach me."

It turns out that it was just him from beginning to end, Shang Yunting!

"..." Shang Yunting sighed.

She finally came to her senses.