Quietly giving birth to a cub to amaze his father

Cong Ru was deeply shocked by He Songyu's eyes. He walked over and sniffed his neck directly, like a spark, igniting the air in the room. He Songyu confirmed in a deep and straightforward voice, " It's the smell of horse fleas on your body." He said Cong Ru's scalp exploded, and his whole body became hot because He Songyu sniffed his neck.

"What nonsense are you talking about?" Cong Ru rejected him, his face was full of uncertainty and panic pretending to be calm about the strange changes in his body, he didn't want He Songyu to find out that he felt intense shame because of his words, Shame made him arm himself with teeth and claws, "Don't talk nonsense, what are you talking about? If you don't take a shower for a day, see if the sweat on your body smells good."

Cong Ru beat him to death and refused to admit that his smell was what He Songyu said, he couldn't smell the change himself, what's more, he couldn't control which part of his body would have a change, which made him feel ashamed and flustered at the same time endlessly.

The closer you get, the stronger the smell of horse fleas. He Songyu's face looks as if he is about to eat people. And ambiguous impasse.

The nanny invited to cook is said to be an old Cantonese. He is very good at making soup, and the taste is not spicy. The char siu is paired with sweet and sour sauce. The fried Chinese kale and lily yam exude a fragrance. A good soup.

Cong Ru's appetite arose just by looking at it, and the quality of the food He Songyu arranged for him was indeed several times higher than that at Gao Xiwen's house.

Gao Xiwen's cooking is also delicious, but he is not free, and Cong Ru can only order takeaway from restaurants and restaurants every time, and the taste is so-so.

Seeing that he had a big appetite, He Songyu said to the nanny: "From now on, the food will be cooked according to his taste. I don't eat much at home, except for breakfast. I will prepare a meal for dinner. I will come back."

The nanny nodded, "Mr. Cong has to eat light food when he is sick. If you want to change the taste, just tell me, and I will do it too. Too spicy will not work."

Cong Ru was scooping up the soup with a spoon, the saltiness was just right, and there was a hint of sweetness in it, making the drinker feel comfortable.

He swallowed a mouthful, and then he smiled and said, "Thanks for your hard work. Cantonese food is delicious. I don't like picky eaters these days. I can eat whatever I choose. Today is good."

The nanny has a good impression of him, although He Songyu is her boss, but he is too cold and has a sense of distance.Cong Ru was wearing pajamas with animal patterns, a coat, short black hair trimmed, and a smiling tone that made people want to laugh with him. He was more humane than He Songyu, and he was handsome.

The nanny didn't know about his relationship with He Songyu, but she was well-informed and knew that the two might have an unusual relationship. She was much more affectionate to Cong Ru, who was better at speaking, than to He Songyu.

She remembered Cong Ru's taste and went to feed Tan Hua. Cong Ru heard a dog barking outside, "Any other dogs?"

He finished his soup, and He Songyu was adding another bowl for him, when he heard this, he glanced at him and said that he was really forgetful, "There is a Rottweiler, don't you remember?"

Cong Ru snorted coldly, her gaze swept to a corner of the first floor, her expression suddenly changed.

He Songyu followed his gaze and found that he was looking at the same room where Cong Ru had a bad memory.He looked away and met Cong Ru's eyes. He looked at He Songyu coldly, and raised his chin, "I don't remember any Rottweilers, but I do remember that."

He Songyu knew that he wanted to settle accounts with him, so he silently took up his job.

Cong Ru muttered in a very low voice, and He Songyu could only faintly hear sporadic words, "...why...it's all like this...and let me..."

He showed his white teeth to He Songyu who was eating slowly, and smiled sullenly, "I'm so upset."

Cong Ru is like a piece of fertile soil, and He Songyu is the wild wind that carries the seeds of flowers, and settles on his soil with the seeds, and the wild ones take root and germinate. When the season comes, the fertile soil will harvest more flowers , He has no right to refuse, and Yefeng doesn't know about it.

When He Songyu had dinner, Cong Ru secretly rolled his eyes. He waited until he had finished eating before asking, "Is your eyes uncomfortable?"

Cong Ru hadn't finished eating, he ate most of the food on the table, and He Songyu only moved a little.

He Songyu: "When will you ask a doctor for another check-up? Since it's not terminally ill, you must continue the treatment."

Cong Ru swallowed the last mouthful of food, and said without hesitation: "I will tell the doctor myself, you don't need to worry about me."

He wiped his mouth, got up to find water to drink, "Have you prepared my clothes for me, what should I wear?"

He Songyu has been looking at him, especially the position of the stomach. When Cong Ru found out, he turned sideways guiltily, and reminded him displeasedly that his sight was blocked, "I'm asking you something."

His deep gaze slowly shifted to his neck and face, "Put on mine first tonight, and someone will deliver your clothes tomorrow."

Cong Ru clicked, it's not impossible, He Songyu is taller than him, and has a much wider build, and his stomach can be covered by wearing it.

"Okay, I'm done eating, I'm going to wash up and go to bed now." He passed by He Songyu, and said lightly, "Go to bed early too, good night."

He Songyu stood up, "Can you do it alone?"

"What do you mean?" Cong Ru had already gone up the stairs, He Songyu was half a step behind him, his dark eyes were fixed on him, and his voice was faint and clear, "I'll wash it for you."

Cong Ru: "..."

Who asked him to help him take a bath?

Cong Ru crossed her arms in the bathroom and confronted He Songyu, whose sleeves were rolled up, "Are you done?"

Is he a three-year-old kid? It's impossible for him to help.

The bathroom in the master bedroom is very large, not cramped at all. The bathtub has been filled with hot water, and the white mist begins to spread, and the hazy yellow light sprinkles on the two of them.Cong Ru couldn't help staring at He Songyu's face. It seemed that his skin had never been dark from summer to autumn and winter.

He finished rolling up the sleeve of his left hand and started to roll up his right hand. When he looked at Cong Ru, he raised his eyebrows indifferently, with a sense of indifference, and Cong Ru swallowed his saliva.

This man even he has to admit that after knowing him for so long, he is the most masculine man Cong Ru has seen in so many years, even the same sex can feel his aggressive majestic charm.

He Songyu asked casually: "What are you afraid of? I'll leave after you take a bath, it's not like I haven't washed you before."

As soon as he talked about Cong Ru, he remembered that before they happened, He Songyu would help Cong Ru clean up and do the pre-work. Yu is in control.

"Can it be the same?" Cong Ru shook his head and said, who can bear the passion, now that he is so sober, he still feels very ashamed.

He Songyu knew that if he wanted to accept it, he had to let Cong Ru break through his own shame. Cong Ru was obsessed with it several times during their sports, and he took the initiative to let him mess with him. , When it got better, it was almost overwhelming.But it has to be said that He Songyu likes his contradictory mentality.

"Are you shy?" He Songyu looked clear, "Then I will accompany you."

Cong Ru: "Fuck!?"

He Songyu began to unbutton his collar. He was wearing a black shirt today, and he soon revealed his thin figure.

Cong Ru wiped his face in a rage, and growled at him, "You recruit me, I'm already like this, you still fucking recruit me!"

They are all men, so they don't understand He Songyu's series of actions. He looks at him like a dog who has been starving for ten days and finally sees an edible bone. Cong Ru caught fire with his eyes.

He can't resist hooking, but his stomach is flawed, his brain is not completely broken, he didn't know there was a child before, so he played with He Songyu without any taboo, now there is a baby who doesn't know the gender, how dare he play with him Play vigorous exercise.

"Get out."

Cong Ru angrily picked up the clothes that He Songyu threw on the ground, and threw them towards him. The ground was a little slippery, and he almost fell, but fortunately he supported He Songyu's shoulders to stabilize himself.He Songyu put his hand on his abdomen, and Cong Ru could smell the clean and mature manly breath on his body, probably the plant incense on his clothes, which made him calm down.

He Songyu's eyes were like ink, and he looked into his eyes without concealing his purpose, "I want to see your stomach."

He Songyu: "To give or not to give."

Cong Ru stared at him dumbfounded.

After a while, He Songyu heard Cong Ru's voice calling him in.

He wanted to see Cong Ru's stomach, and let Cong Ru know his attitude of never giving up until he achieved his goal. It was useless to ask him the next sentence, because He Songyu wanted to see whether he would give it or not.

Cong Ru is also a little tired, he doesn't like trouble, since He Songyu must watch it, let him watch it, he is ready to give up on himself, and He Songyu will find out.

Cong Ru asked He Songyu to go out of the bathroom first. He wanted to take off his clothes, and then came in after he called him to show him his stomach.

He Songyu noticed his mental fatigue, and knew that it was too late at this point, and he couldn't continue to delay Cong Ru's rest, so he secretly glanced at his abdomen, turned around and went to the bedroom to wait.

Finally, when Cong Ru summoned him, He Songyu walked in. The situation was a little different from what he had expected. Cong Ru sat in the bathtub, the water was turbulent. He squeezed a lot of shampoo and rubbed his hair with his eyes closed. The foam gradually spread on him. Bubbles build up on the head.None of this prevented He Songyu from seeing his round belly, which was different from when they were together a few days ago, Cong Ru's belly button appeared smaller on the round belly.

The flesh on his waist and abdomen is not as tight as before. Except for the bulging belly, it is much softer, and the lines of his chest are still distinct. Regardless of his stomach, his figure is still well-exercised, with smooth and beautiful lines of muscle.

The only thing that was a little special was He Songyu's shifted eyes, he was looking at Cong Ru's chest.

He was not gentle at all in the bath, he rubbed his hair randomly, the excessive foam slid down the top of his head and cheeks, and floated on the water surface of the bathtub, covering He Songyu's vision, his focus was hidden in the water, surrounded by The color of the circle is much darker than before.

Cong Ruwu washed his hair by himself, he knew that He Songyu was looking at him, and he was waiting for him to see any difference, but until he rubbed his hair with his hands, He Songyu didn't say anything.

He was stiff, and after a while, He Songyu rubbed his back before Cong Ru relaxed. His expression seemed to be happy and unhappy, and there was still doubt deep in his eyes. He didn't know what He Songyu wanted to do.

Did he know what was going on with his stomach, or did he not think about pregnancy at all.

Cong Ru was very tangled for a while, and suddenly heard He Songyu's words and didn't come back to his senses.

Until the other party sprinkled water on his face, "Flush."

Cong Ru poohed a few times and spit out the foam that flowed into her mouth, "Oh."

He Songyu rubbed his hair, and he was able to restrain his strength well, and no longer hurt Cong Ru's scalp from rubbing, "You are not flatulent. You are not sick."

His deep and cold voice resounded through the bathroom, and in the private space surrounded by tiles, his words echoed through the tiles and echoed in Cong Ru's ears, you are not sick... What he said was ambiguous, even though Cong Ru looked at him in surprise He, He Songyu didn't break the secret that he wanted to hide carefully.

So much so that Cong Ru couldn't be sure whether he knew or not, "You...then what do you think." Cong Ru tried with a hoarse voice.

He Songyu changed legs and squatted. Cong Ru's hair was very thin, thick and soft. He Songyu helped him flush the water, and said indifferently: "You know it yourself." No normal person would think of Cong Ru's stomach what exactly is it.

He Songyu not only looked at his stomach, but also checked his whole body. He doesn't have the characteristics of a second woman. It's not that he hasn't thought about it. After seeing Cong Ru's body, he will feel that. How absurd the idea is.

He wanted to wait for Cong Ru to tell him that no matter what, He Songyu would accept it.

Even if he didn't say anything, the results of the doctor's examination would always be on his desk, provided that it was a last resort and related to Cong Ru's safety.

Now it seems that he lacks rest, has a good appetite, has a ruddy complexion, and shows no signs of terminal illness.

Cong Ru was taken aback when He Songyu said that, and then felt a little inexplicable emotion, like being lost but not like being lost. I can't get through it myself, and I am struggling inside.

Then just pretend he doesn't know, and when the child is quietly born, He Songyu will be frightened to death, congratulate him... eh, congratulations on becoming a father, but congratulations to himself.

Cong Ru was unhappy again.

It took him a long time to take a shower. When he came out to the bed, his whole body was as soft as a boiled shrimp. He fell asleep when he wanted to, but He Songyu came over with a hair dryer to blow his hair.

At this time, he tasted a little bit of He Songyu's goodness again. Through the mirror, he saw the place where he had been holding back for a long time, and the place where he had reacted since he came in to wash his hair. Middle way: "I have to go to sleep." No appointment for any exercise.

He Songyu looked at his face that was trying to hold on to his tiredness and was still laughing, and he gave an inexplicable "Yeah". He finished drying his hair and put him to bed.

He occupied the whole bed, in a big font, not leaving any room for He Songyu, expressing his intention to have a different bed.

When he fell asleep, He Songyu was taking a bath in the bathroom of the master bedroom. After washing, he picked up the clothes that fell out of the clothes basket. It was the pajamas that Cong Ru took off. He held it in his hand and didn't need to smell it deliberately. Blowing your nose, it's really... embarrassing.

Cong Ru made an appointment for an examination, and it was the same doctor last time.

Because it was still early before the inspection time, it happened that Sanchun Niaoxun asked him on his social account, and Cong Ru replied to her message while eating breakfast.

Sanchun Niaoxun: "Mr. Cong, it's been a long time since you came over to play. Are you busy with work?"

Cong Ru found that she had improved a lot in typing Chinese, so she replied without feeling guilty: "I'm very busy..."

As long as he is not facing He Songyu, anyone Cong Ru can handle with ease. How could Sanchun Niaoxun know that her Cong Jun is as big as her now, and asked her with concern, "What is your due date?"

Sanchun Niaoxun: "There is still one and a half months left. My stomach is getting bigger and bigger. There are two babies inside. I don't know how hard it will be when giving birth. I am too afraid of pain."

Cong Ru had never thought about this kind of problem before, "Two, you are amazing."

He couldn't help but put Sanchun Niaoxun's situation into himself.

Cong Ru: "Is it painful to have a baby?"

Sanchunniao Xunxin replied to him with empathy, "It hurts...it hurts more than going back to the neon seppuku. It hurts so much."

Cong Ru: "..."