After the divorce, the salted fish beauty has a cub

The golden moon was like a ripe yellow peach, Gu Jian felt lethargic after being satiated, leaning his shoulders against the snow-white colonnade under the colonnade, a long corner of the soft gray blanket hanging down from his back, almost touching the ground.

He didn't notice it, quietly watching the full moon, with no emotion on his face, he didn't know what he was thinking.

After Cheng Xijue put away the dishes, when he walked to the door, he saw his deserted and thin back against the beautiful full moon night, obviously reminding him of his long-lost home.

Neither of them opened their mouths. He walked over, leaning against the pillar on the other side, and silently accompanied Gu Jian to appreciate the moonlight.

After a long time, Gu Jian raised his head slightly, and said calmly: "Our family never had this festival before, because my mother would think of Gu Renyu, and later she remarried and had a son, and sent me to school every festival. The family of three enjoyed themselves together.”

Cheng Xijue looked at his side face, felt tightness in his chest, and said calmly: "By this time next year, we will also be a family of three."

With a lazy posture, Gu Jian glanced at him lightly, "Ding Ding will be able to talk at that time, right? I will be calling my mother in eight months."

"Ding Ding will call Dad first." Cheng Xijuewen lowered his head with a smile.

Gu Jian suddenly found a serious problem, "If Ding Ding suddenly learns to speak and calls Dad, how can he tell whether it is me or you?"

Cheng Xijue thought carefully for a few seconds, "You can teach the word daddy, so that you can tell who is calling."

Gu Jian reluctantly nodded and agreed.

But both of them thought too much. The first word Ding Ding learned after he was born was "father", but he would correspond to different fathers according to the tone of his voice. Cheng Xijue is Baba, Gu Jian is Bobo, neither of them. dad.

Cheng Xijue stood up straight and stretched out his hand to him, "I have prepared something for you to see."

Gu Jian held his hand naturally, followed his footsteps and walked into the room, "What?"

Cheng Xijue gave him a mysterious look, and led him up to the second floor without saying a word, to the door of the room next door to the study.

Gu Jian caught a glimpse of Aunt Zhou cleaning the interior. It was a spacious exhibition room with valuable oil paintings hanging on the walls and exquisite works of art in the glass windows.

Cheng Xijue pushed open the door. The room was so dark that he couldn't see clearly. He leaned against the door frame and reached out to press the light switch.

Milky white soft light hits the face, the light yellow wall paint is warm and harmonious, the artwork has long since disappeared, and has been changed into a warm baby room.

Calling it a baby room is a bit of a grievance. The open cabinets around are neatly arranged with baby bottles, pacifiers, everything from small to large, cartoon pajamas, bibs, sleeping bags, toys, and baby care products. Warehouse for baby products.

In the middle of the room is a wooden bed with wind chimes of tropical fish hanging on it, soft quilts and small pillows, and a plush doll inside.

Gu Jianxiu's Baixiu narrow fingers plucked the wind chime, and the melodious jingle of the bell rang. He picked up the snow-white doll by its tail and shook it, like a cat or a leopard, staring at people with watery black eyes, strange Adorable, "Snow Leopard?"

Cheng Xijue took it over, compared it to his face, and said solemnly: "It looks so much like you, Ding Ding hugs it and sleeps with a sense of intimacy."

Gu Jian sighed lightly, bent down and pulled away the fence of the crib, sat on the bed to feel the softness and comfort, looked up at the exquisite carousel chandelier, "When did you get it?"

Cheng Xijue put down the doll, half folded his arms and lowered his head with a smile, "It happened last month."

"I like it here." Gu Jian stroked the delicate and smooth head of the bed, closed his eyes and imagined Ding Ding lying on the bed and kicking his legs.

Cheng Xijue didn't mention that he carefully selected every item inside, and painted the wall paint by himself. Every night, he would get up and sit in the room for a while, listening to the birds and insects outside the window in the middle of the night. Make sure that Ding Ding can sleep peacefully in it in the future.

Of course, it was very selfish for him to choose the next door to the study, because the other side was his bedroom, and for the convenience of taking care of Ding Ding, Gu Jian would naturally live with him.

The sound of the abacus can be heard ten miles away.

Cheng Xijue looked at Gu Jian, who had closed his eyes and was lost in the fantasy of happiness, and asked softly, "Is the bed comfortable?"

Gu Jian nodded, propping his hands behind the soft cloud-like quilt, "It's comfortable."

"Do you want to be more comfortable?"

Cheng Xijue lowered his voice and asked in a persuasive tone.

Gu Jian raised his face, feeling the peace of the gentle light on his eyelids, and asked lazily, "Huh? Can it be more comfortable?"

The light in front of him suddenly dimmed, Cheng Xijue's breath was close to him, Gu Jian didn't open his eyes, but guessed his thoughts like a miracle, and said lightly: "You are so fucking perverted."

The loose sweatpants he was wearing were much easier to handle than the jeans in the movie theater last time. Cheng Xijue pulled the tie and took it off easily with both hands. He raised his head and asked intentionally, "Aren't you going to open your eyes and see?"

Gu Jian lay back on the crib, with his arms resting on the back of his head, kicked his calf lightly, and said in a lazy voice, "Trick it, don't roll it."

Cheng Xijue was light-hearted, without any bad conscience.

Gu Jian tried his best to press the tip of his tongue against the roof of his mouth, his breath was chaotic and disorderly, and the sharp Adam's apple rolled violently like a boiling heat.

……

After a long time, Cheng Xijue caught him off guard and came up to kiss him. Gu Jian turned his face away to avoid the strong kiss, but Cheng Xijue pinched his jaw and gave him the kiss reluctantly, wanting to share the breath with him.

Gu Jian's lips were numb from the kiss tonight, so he simply gave up resisting and let him make the world spin, the light turned into a phantom and closed on the faces of the two of them, and the few tears that Gu Jian just overflowed were soaked in the velvet eyelashes On the face, it was pathetic and sticky, which made his eyes darker and cleaner, like a young man who didn't know much about the world.

But the curved and soft lips were swollen from being kissed, and the face was full of rosiness, and the pregnant belly that separated the two of them had a strong sense of existence, and the word "purity" had nothing to do with him.

Cheng Xijue looked at his face condescendingly, and asked again in a hoarse voice, "Do you want to be more comfortable?"

Whether it was the hormones during pregnancy, or Cheng Xijue's behavior just now, Gu Jian couldn't directly refuse, closed his eyes, and said in a sticky nasal voice: "Forget it, there is nothing at home, it's too troublesome."

"Open your eyes and take a look." Cheng Xijue pinched his cheeks, and squeezed the squeaky plastic packaging with his other hand.

Gu Jian glanced at it, took a shallow breath and asked, "Where did you get it?"

Cheng Xijue did not move his hands pinching his cheeks, lowered his teeth and tore open the jagged packaging, and said slowly, "What did you say the first time you came back to my house? Later, I bought one and put it in my pocket for emergencies." .”

Such a perverted thing is serious.

Gu Jian stared at him for a few seconds, turned his face away and blushed, "No, what should you do if you press Ding Ding?"

"There is a way not to suppress Ding Ding." Cheng Xijue was determined to get rid of him tonight, and whispered to his ear with a sweet voice, "You just need to be on top."

……

Gu Jian lay sideways on Ding Ding's crib, hugged the quilt and buried her cheeks deeply. The curvature of her back was beautiful, and the two curved butterfly bones clearly protruded. With the spread of the vertebrae, the sunken waist was very beautiful. .

Cheng Xijue pulled up the quilt and covered him, kissed his hot red earlobe, got up and went downstairs to the wine cellar to pour a glass of red wine, savoring this beautiful night.

When he came back again, Gu Jian was not in the baby's room. He pushed open the bedroom door. The light was on in the bathroom, but there was no sound of splashing water.

At this moment, Gu Ling was wrapped in pajamas and stood in front of the porcelain white wall, knocking his forehead against the wall, suppressing his voice, and annoyed, "Gu Jian, Gu Jian..."

"You just listen to what he says? You just let him bully you like this?"

Gu Jian muttered for a while, until the door opened from the outside, he still knocked against the cold wall, Cheng Xijue quickly stretched out his hand to put it under, Gu Jian hit it hard twice, turned his face away and put on the tie of his pajamas as if nothing had happened. bring.

Cheng Xijue turned his face with his palm, looked at it carefully, and asked knowingly, "Madam, who bullied you?"

Gu Jian glanced at him, and said coldly, "Don't touch me."

Cheng Xijue grabbed the tie of his nightgown, pulled him close to his arms, hugged his round pregnant belly tightly, and looked down at his cold and beautiful face, "I was passive just now, after you finished playing I don’t recognize anyone anymore?”

The distance was very close, and Gu Jian caught off guard and bit the tip of his nose. Cheng Xijue frowned in pain, and then he let go of his sharp teeth, and sneered, "If you dare to bully me again, I won't bite you next time."

"How about that?" Cheng Xijue touched the tip of his nose and asked in a slightly expectant tone.

Gu Jian pinched his chin and shook it, warning like an uncle, "Break your leg."

Cheng Xijue bent his eyes and smiled, looking completely out of the usual coldness, and asked softly, "Which leg is that?"

Gu Jian couldn't help but admire his rascal nature. Any topic could jump to the next third. He patted his cheek lightly and said with a half smile, "It depends on my mood."

After speaking, he pulled the tie of the nightgown out of Cheng Xijue's palm, and raised his jaw to signal that he was going to take a bath.

Cheng Xijue locked the bathroom door behind his back, and before Gu Jian could scold him, he walked to the bathtub, bent and turned on the water valve, turned around and hooked his hands at him, "You've worked hard tonight, I'll help you take a bath."

"You still want to come?" Gu Jian was startled by his terrifying physical strength.

Cheng Xijue couldn't help laughing, and said helplessly: "The doctor said once a week, frequent is not good for your health, don't worry, I'm worried that your legs will not stand still and you will fall."

Gu Jian suddenly looked calm, and sat down on the marble edge of the bathtub like an old monk in meditation, waiting for the warm water to flow up.

Cheng Xijue picked out blue bubble bath salts and put them in the bathtub, and put the shampoo and sparkling bottles aside for later use. He laughed sullenly in his chest, and said calmly, "When Ding Ding is born, how much do you want?" No problem every time."

Gu Jian turned her face away, not wanting to talk to anyone.

The bathtub was full of water, and the blue bath salt was bubbling like sea water. Gu Jian took off his bathrobe, crumpled it up and threw it on Cheng Xijue. He stepped into the bathtub and sat down. There was a dark "hiss", and he didn't dare to move.

Cheng Xijue approached nervously and asked, "What's wrong?"

Gu Jian lowered his eyes, pushed his face away with wet hands, and asked after a few seconds: "What do you think?"

Cheng Xijue understood instantly, grabbed his hand distressedly, and thought: "This time it shouldn't hurt, I've done all the prelude."

Gu Jian relaxed and leaned against the bathtub, his wet face was clean, strands of black hair stuck to his delicate neck, bright red traces were faintly visible, but there was a kind of cold and ascetic beauty.

I don't want to say anything to Cheng Xijue.

Cheng Xijue took a bubble bottle and gently lifted his hair to wash. Gu Jian's head was covered with white foam. He was very careful, holding a towel to wipe his forehead from time to time to prevent the foam from flowing into Gu Jian's eyes.

Gu Jian was in a better mood, and asked insincerely, "Didn't you notice anything wrong when you watched the film before?"

"No." Cheng Xijue chuckled, looked at his body covered in the water and said, "If it wasn't for serving you, I wouldn't watch that kind of thing."

Gu Jian had an epiphany, "Where did you watch the movie?"

Cheng Xijue covered his eyes with his palm, picked up the shower with the other hand, carefully rinsed the foam from his hair, and said casually, "Europe and North America."

Gu Jian lazily leaned against the edge of the bathtub, and let out an "um" in his nose.

It seems inexplicably unhappy.

After a while, he raised his head, Cheng Xijue looked focused, as if thinking about something extremely important, he said casually: "It's not about the prelude, don't think about it anymore."

Cheng Xijue gathered his half-length black hair with one hand, tied it neatly with rubber bands, and said earnestly with a suppressed smile, "Sorry."

Gu Jian stared at him coldly, closed his eyes and looked calm.