Lose 100 million today

When I finally went back, the 'toys' worth millions were still in the little boy's hands.

Ying Zhao was frightened and did not dare to play with the little boy.

But the little boy likes it very much and will cry if he doesn’t give it.

Ying Zhao could only put him on the bed to prevent him from falling to the ground and getting damaged.

"Baby, what do you mean by her?" Ying Zhao sat aside and asked the little boy.

"Er, Ear, Ear, Ear..."

Ying Zhao sighed and asked him what's the use.

Does she really like herself?

Ying Zhao turned over and looked in the mirror.

Or is it because of this face?

"Err..." The little kid was lying on the back, his mouth flattened, as if he was about to cry.

Ying Zhao came back quickly: "Are you hungry? Wait a minute, daddy will give you some milk powder."

Ying Zhao looked for the milk bottle but couldn't find it, so he remembered that the thing should be at Chu Zheng's place.

But he didn't want to go right now, so he took out a spare one and mixed it with milk powder to feed the little cub.

The little boy sipped twice and started pushing the bottle with both hands.

"What's wrong?" Ying Zhao was confused: "Aren't you hungry?"

The pacifier was stuffed into the little boy's mouth, and he spat it out after two mouthfuls, and started to cry.

Should be: "..."

Ying Zhao tasted it suspiciously. This was the milk powder he bought himself, not the ones Chuzheng sent.

The taste is indeed not as good as those...

Ying Zhao looked around at home, and it seemed that she had taken the one she had sent over. He didn't go to get it just now, so he didn't have it at home now.

The little boy refused to drink, so Ying Zhao had no choice but to carry him to find Chu Zheng.

Ying Zhao stood outside the door, took a deep breath, and raised his hand to knock on the door.

Before I even touched the door, it opened automatically.

The girl stood at the door: "I heard him crying from afar. Why are you crying so late at night?"

Ying Zhao murmured: "I'm hungry, the bottle and milk powder are over here."

Chuzheng walked inside with a cold face.

[Eating six meals a day, I haven’t gained a few pounds. Pigs can be slaughtered for meat after they are fattened, but what can they be used for if they are raised? trouble. ]

Should be: "..."

She doesn't express anything on the surface, but is she so rich on the inside?

Ying Zhao just wanted to get the bottle and milk powder and leave, but Chu Zheng actually cashed them in for him.

"Then I'll go back first."

Ying Zhao didn't want to stay any longer, so she hugged the child and left.

Chuzheng grabbed him quickly with quick eyes and hands, and pressed him against the cabinet in the entrance hall.

The little boy was forced to squeeze in between the two of them, holding the bottle in both hands, slurping and staring at the two with his dark eyes.

"..."

Ying Zhao did not say the next words.

Ying held the little cub as needed and freed up one hand to push Chuzheng, but she held him and held him down beside him.

My heartbeat was faster than ever, beating against my ears like a drum.

-

Ying Zhao was lying on the bed, his heartbeat not even calming down yet. He reached out and wiped his face. He almost couldn't remember how he got back.

Ying Zhao tossed and turned and couldn't sleep.

Finally, after struggling for most of the night, I finally fell asleep, but there were some messy things in my dreams.

When he got up the next day, Ying Zhao lifted up the quilt and took a look. His face didn't look good.

How on earth did he come up with those dreams that were so charming that he felt blushing.

He pressed the quilt and took out a pack of cigarettes from the bedside table.

After taking it apart, I took it in my hand and wanted to look for the lighter, but found that I didn't have it at home.

Ying Zhao rarely smokes, and even more so after having a baby.

Yingzhao put the cigarette back, threw it into the drawer, got up and went to the bathroom.

After Ying Zhao cleaned up and came out, the little boy was already awake, playing with the million-dollar 'toy' on his little bed, showing no intention of crying at all.

When he remembered that he only brought the milk bottle last night and forgot the milk powder, Ying Zhao could only hold his forehead and sigh.

In the situation last night, how could he remember to get some milk powder?

"Tell me if she did it on purpose."

"Hey..."

-

Ying Zhao carried the little boy over. Chu Zheng didn't know when he got up and changed his clothes.

Chuzheng's eyes lingered on Ying Zhao, and the light in her eyes shone slightly: "Dressed like this, are you showing me?"

Ying Zhao was still wearing pajamas, with two buttons of her shirt unbuttoned, and the little boy grabbed her collar, revealing her beautiful collarbones and large areas of skin.

It makes people want to leave a mark on his fair skin.

think……

Ying Zhao hurriedly pulled up her clothes and explained: "No, I..."

"It's very nice." Chuzheng called him in: "Since you're here, let's have breakfast."

Should be: "..."

Ying Zhao found that she was completely unable to control her situation.

Ying Zhao resignedly sat down to eat breakfast, while Chu Zheng was beside him, mixing milk powder for the little boy.

Should Zhao think carefully about resisting her kiss?

He thought for a long time and felt that he was not resisting.

After all, his heart suddenly beat like a drum at that time, and he had no other thoughts.

Ying Zhao's back suddenly sank, and the girl's slender arms wrapped around his neck and hugged him from behind.

A flower still dripping with water was brought to him.

"deliver."

Ying Zhao tilted his head subconsciously, and his lips happened to touch Chu Zheng's lips.

Ying Zhao panicked and wanted to move away, but Chu Zheng grabbed her and kissed her gently.

The kiss was very gentle, only touching his lips a few times, and then she let go of him: "Actively."

"……"certainly not! !

"Don't be like this." Ying Zhao said with some difficulty.

"What kind?"

"...let me go first." Ying Zhao felt that her back was very hot, and the two of them were in such an intimate position.

Chuzheng obeyed and let go, pulled out a chair and sat next to him.

"What am I going to do?"

"Do things that give people the wrong impression."

Chuzheng said confidently: "I'm chasing you. Isn't it normal to do this?"

[What's wrong with my own... kiss! Sooner or later it will be mine! ! ]

Ying Zhao's eyebrows were beating wildly, and he said feebly: "That's not how you chase people!"

How could it start like this before I even catch up with someone?

Chuzheng: "I'm not someone else. I can pursue you however I want."

Should be: "..."

Ying Zhao felt that he and Chu Zheng couldn't explain clearly: "I went to work."

Ying Zhao stood up quickly, and his clothes suddenly sank.

Chuzheng grabbed the hem of his clothes.

Ying Zhao was forced to stop, her fingertips hanging by her side curled up, and her heart palpitated.

Chuzheng didn't mean to do anything, she just handed him the flower.

The girl looked at him silently, her eyes clear and serious. Such seriousness made Ying Zhao feel cherished.

He hesitated and took the flower.

"I am leaving."

"Um."

Ying Zhao was silent: "Let go of me."

"oh."

Chuzheng slowly let go, and the hem of her clothes slipped from her fingertips.

Ying took care of the little boy holding an empty milk bottle, left Chuzheng's house, and went next door to change clothes.

He put the flower into the vase, and before leaving, he looked at it intently for a few seconds.