After I was pregnant with a cub, I was spoiled by the rich and powerful [Cross Book]

"What are you doing?" Lin Yuan rubbed his sleepy eyes, his sleepy voice was sticky and soft.

Yan Ting's raised palm stayed in mid-air for a moment, accurately patting his slightly protruding stomach, and said solemnly: "I'm teaching my son a lesson."

Lin Yuan: "?"

How do you know it's your son?What if it's a daughter?

Lin Yuan blinked, thinking it's better to forget it, what kind of daughter should we two rough men raise, it's better for a solid boy to raise.

"Oh, then you continue." Lin Yuan yawned sleepily, grasped Yan Ting's clothes corner dependently, and continued to close his eyes and fell asleep.

Yan Ting didn't move anymore, his whole body seemed to have been tapped, he looked down at the thin white fingers that were grabbing his clothes, his eyes, which were full of energy just now, suddenly became quiet.

He lay down on his side carefully, with extremely gentle movements, for fear of waking up the sleeping little guy beside him.

Lin Yuan wasn't asleep at all, but just closed his eyes to rest his mind. He didn't hear anything for a long time, and slowly raised his eyes to see what the drunken man was doing again.

But he found that Yan Ting hadn't done anything, just looked at him quietly, those eyes that were usually deep and cold, but now they were extremely gentle.

It is clearly in the dark, but it seems to be full of stars, shining brightly.

Lin Yuan's heart suddenly missed a beat.

The body shrunk down, half of his small face was buried in the quilt, and he murmured, "What are you looking at me for?"

In the middle of the night, I will be dreaming.

Yan Ting did not speak, silent and quiet.

Lin Yuan pursed the corner of his lower lip, stretched out his hand to hook his finger, and gently rubbed his fingertips on his palm, and whispered: "Sleep."

The curtains blocked the light, and the room was dimly lit, so quiet that it seemed as if the heartbeat of the two could be heard.

Yan Ting just looked at Lin Yuan seriously, moved his body forward, and said in a low voice as if whispering: "Yuan Bao, I want to kiss you."

"Huh?" Lin Yuan was stunned, and asked in confusion, "Why do you call me Yuan Bao? Where did you hear that name from? You... um..."

Yan Ting leaned over and kissed the little guy's nagging mouth.

The warm breath intertwined and intertwined, and the air in the room gradually heated up.

Yan Ting gently pecked and kissed, once and again, affectionate and pampering, it had nothing to do with lust.

Only the sticky love remained, like a pool of warm spring water, tightly wrapping Lin Yuan.

In the ear, is the hot breath of the man.If there is a cool-toned pine fragrance that seems to be absent, it lingers on the tip of the nose.

The instinctive resistance of Lin Yuan's body, at the moment of rising up, was completely unloaded and melted into nothingness.

He lay obediently in Yan Ting's arms, opening his soft belly to Yan Ting unsuspectingly.

Yan Ting's pecking kiss fell on the corner of his mouth delicately.

Lin Yuanping lay on the bed, lightly stroking Yan Ting's freshly shaved hair, which was still somewhat tangled, his heart was extraordinarily calm, and his body felt warm.

This is the first time when he was kissed by Yan Ting, he didn't have porn in his head.

Even though he didn't do anything, he felt extremely satisfied.

It's not the kind of prostration and weakness after intense excitement, but a sense of fullness from the heart.

It's very similar to... the old man's old life?

Lin Yuan stared blankly at the ceiling above his head, his long and dense eyelashes drooped slightly, his eyes were contemplative, and he thought that this was some kind of broken metaphor.

Obviously both of them are still young, how old are they?

Entering old age early?Plain and acceptable.But abstinence, he cannot accept.

He is talented, just when he needs to be watered and nourished.

Lin Yuan blushed at the thought, and said to himself that his thoughts were getting dirty and dirty.

If Yan Ting knew what he was thinking all day, would he be scared away?

Lin Yuan slapped his hammer eastward, and then slapped his club in the west, thinking wildly, the old man was still kissing him, as if he wasn't kissing enough.

But apart from kissing, I didn't do anything else.Even the kisses were limited to the neck, only kissing his face, not even touching the crest of the neck.

Lin Yuan's heart didn't fluctuate, and he even wanted to laugh a little.

He raised his hand and patted the back of the man's head, groaning: "Did you belong to a dog in your previous life?"

"No, dogs don't kiss endlessly like you do."

Just as he was talking, Yan Ting opened his mouth to enclose his earlobe, and sipped it hard.

Lin Yuan's breathing became disordered instantly, "Hey, don't..."

"Baby, do you want to..." Yan Ting whispered while rubbing his cheek.

Lin Yuan sniped accurately and interrupted him, "No, you don't want to."

Wrapping the little guy's cool fingers in his palm and rubbing them lightly, Yan Ting tried to use the wine to show off, "I think..."

Lin Yuan covered his mouth sideways, with fierce eyes, "You can think about it, but don't say it."

"..." Yan Ting took advantage of the opportunity to kiss his palm, and looked at him eagerly, the invisible big tail behind him kept wagging, looking very pitiful.

But Lin Yuan was very ruthless. He pushed him away expressionlessly, dressed him as a salted fish and laid it flat on the bed. He said without love: "Let me tell you, as the successors of society in the new era, we must abide by laws and regulations, and cherish peace." , advocating pure heart and few desires, holding back everything..."

Sighing, Lin Yuan tilted his head, looked at him with downcast eyes, and couldn't speak anymore.

It's so hard.

If you are not careful, you will be...

Yan Ting looked at him with deep and dark eyes, and his dull brain couldn't understand what the little guy was talking about. He just thought his rambling appearance was very cute, and his heart was so itchy that he really wanted to touch him more .

Being watched eagerly, how could Lin Yuan harden his heart.

He had never seen such a pitiful appearance of Yan Ting, as if he had been bullied miserably by himself.

A strong man acting like a baby, who can bear it?

Lin Yuan leaned closer to Yan Ting's ear and whispered a few words.The tip of the tongue pushed the little tiger's teeth, and grinningly got into the bed.

Yan Ting stared at it blankly for a moment, before his dull brain came to his senses, and he also lifted the quilt to hide in.

The fluffy duvet covers everything on the spacious big bed.

At dusk, a sunset glow dyed the vast sky red, like a raging fire starting a prairie fire, quickly burning everything.

In the guest bedroom, the two were tired from tossing and falling into a deep sleep.

In the living room downstairs, the atmosphere was solemn.

Yan Rui was sitting on the sofa, her back that was always upright, now slumped, even though her heart was simmering, she still maintained a gentleman's elegance.

Cheng Xi, who was sitting opposite, stared down at the floor under his feet, silent.

She didn't have any guilt, no regrets, and she didn't even say sorry.

Back then, Yanrui was very happy when she learned that Cheng Xi was pregnant. Even if she broke with her father and abandoned her identity as the second young master, she still had to be responsible to her.

Never thought that after six years of marriage, the result was betrayal.

It took a long time before Yanrui said, "When did you like Ah Ting?"

Cheng Xi smiled, and said in a cold tone, "It's all like this, when does it matter?"

Not only did the person who cheated have no remorse, but he accused him condescendingly: "Yanrui, you are a coward! I don't believe that you haven't had doubts for so many years, so let me tell you now that Qingqing is not your son at all."

Yanrui held his head, his back completely collapsed, and his whole body almost shrank into a ball.

There was no roaring, no cursing, and no hands.

All emotions collapsed quickly and silently.

Cheng Xi stood up, brushed his long hair, looked at him condescendingly, and said contemptuously: "I despise you the most, cowardly and incompetent."

The evening glow spilled into the living room through the window.

A ray of sunlight fell on Second Brother Yan, and he quickly regained his composure, as if nothing had happened, but the words he said carried decisive force, "Divorce, Qingqing is mine."

Cheng Xi was shocked, his face was filled with astonishment, his pupils dilated suddenly, and his voice was anxious, "What? You are deaf. I just said that Qingqing is not your son at all!"

Second Brother Yan calmly corrected her, "Qingqing is my son, I raised him for five years."

No one knows, in this world, which is more important, the innate blood relationship or the acquired family relationship.

The mother who gave birth to a child in October did not miss it at all, "Okay, I can give Qingqing to you, but you have to agree to one condition first."

Cheng Xi's tone was as simple as discussing a commodity that could be sold casually, "Give me 5000 million, and the son will be yours."

The slightly sharp voice reverberated in the space and quickly disappeared into the glow.

After a while, the two left one after the other, and the living room returned to silence.

When Lin Yuan woke up, it was completely dark outside, and the soreness in his body that was about to fall apart made him curl up in the bed, unwilling to move.

Yan Ting had already woken up, leaning against the head of the bed, his palm gently stroking the top of his head.

With a flat mouth, Lin Yuan felt that this action was like petting a dog, so he deliberately pushed his head against his palm, and said angrily, "Take your hand away, or I will bite someone."

While speaking, he subconsciously looked up at Yan Ting.

The two looked at each other, and neither of them mentioned what happened before.

One is that he feels that his appearance when he is drunk is too different from his usual self, and his majesty is gone.

And Lin Yuan thought that he was a bit too immodest when he took advantage of Yan Ting's drunkenness to seduce him to do something shameful.

Anyway, just pretend nothing happened, no one is allowed to mention it!

Lin Yuan curled up, rolled himself into a ball, and felt uncomfortable, turned over and lay on the bed, humming coquettishly, "Rub my waist for me."

The weather in late autumn was cold, and Yan Ting was worried that the little thing would catch a cold, so he covered him with the quilt first, and then helped him massage his sore waist through the fluffy duvet.

Lin Yuan was lying on the pillow, his fair cheeks were flattened, his clear eyes were slightly narrowed, and his expression was very enjoyable.

His mouth was not idle, he was slurring his words, and he insisted on talking poorly, "If you go bankrupt in the future, you can still open a massage parlor, and you will definitely become a leader in the industry, famous all over the world. Otherwise, call it Ting Ting Massage Room."

Lin Yuan was not afraid of what Yan Ting would do to him, if he dared to use force on his waist, it would be murdering his parents and children.

"Hey, by the way, your elder brother celebrated his birthday, why didn't his son Yan Lang come back?"

Lin Yuan thought about it suspiciously. According to the plot, Yan Lang should have reconciled with his family by this time.

Muttering, he turned his head, buried his whole face in the pillow and rubbed it, not noticing Yan Ting's rapidly gloomy expression behind him.

A 30-year-old man can also be jealous, but as an elder, he can't be too jealous, so he has to hold it up and reply softly: "I don't know."

Lin Yuan was careless, but he couldn't hear the sour tone in it, and asked again: "Tell me, is the relationship between Yan Lang and his parents good?"

The reason why he asked this question was that Lin Yuan just wanted to judge whether brother Yan and his wife were accomplices, helping his son eradicate the invisible threat.

But a jealous man can't comprehend it, and it's easy to think too much.

Yan Ting's face was dark, his eyes were thicker than the night sky outside, he leaned over to the little guy's ear, and said coldly: "On my bed, do you still miss other men?"