Lin Shiyu knitted her pretty brows tightly. She wanted to struggle but she couldn't. At this moment, the button was unbuttoned and her fair skin felt cold.
Fu Qinglun looked at the nursing gown she was wearing and his eyes instantly turned bloodshot. His soft lips kissed her earlobe and he said hoarsely, "Is it sweet? I've tasted my wife's. It's so sweet. "
"…"
Lin Shiyu's pretty almond-shaped pretty eyes suddenly narrowed. When did he do that?
Of course she didn't know that he had secretly licked the corner of Little Shushu's mouth when he saw some milk stains on it.
Fu Qinglun lowered his head …
Ah!
Lin Shiyu's scream was stuck in her throat.
…
The two CEOs who were playing cards walked out. They glanced at the corner of the wall. The man's tall body blocked the delicate woman's view. They could not see what they were doing, but they must be doing something indescribably shameful.
"Eh, that man looks a lot like the young master of the castle."
"You must be mistaken. Young Master dotes on his wife a lot. He's a publicly acknowledged good man in the industry. How could he possibly have an affair with another woman?"
"Speaking of which, Beauty Lin is really good at controlling her husband. It's been so many years and Young Master still hasn't had any other woman besides her." …
The two presidents chatted and laughed as they went to the washroom.
Lin Shiyu's heart softened when she heard these words. Her luscious lashes quivered a few times and she gently closed her eyes.
At this moment, Fu Qinglun moved up and pressed his soft thin lips against her red lips through the thin layer of black veil.
Their breaths intertwined and his hot breath gushed over.
"Sweet." He said in a low voice and then kissed her red lips.
He had no intention of removing the veil. The rough texture of the veil formed a strong contrast with her delicate lips. He sucked on her lips repeatedly and then his long tongue entered her sweet mouth, stirring it through the veil.
Lin Shiyu didn't close her eyes. She looked at his slightly intoxicated expression. The Fu Qinglun now exuded a decadent sense of sex that made one's ears flush.
Her ears were filled with the sound of wet kisses, and her fair skin was gradually stained with a layer of red.
After a long time, Fu Qinglun's lips parted from hers and his head rested on her neck, panting heavily. He was extremely drunk.
He didn't know if it was the wine that intoxicated him, or if it wasn't the wine that intoxicated him, but he was intoxicated by her sweet scent.
Lin Shiyu could feel his restlessness and she quickly pushed him away.
Fu Qinglun adjusted his breathing and let go of her. His voice was hoarse. "Do you miss your son?"
He held her soft hand in his palm and led her back to the room.
…
In the room.
When Auntie Su saw Lin Shiyu wearing a veil, she asked curiously, "Sir, who is this?"
Fu Qinglun smiled. "Give Little Young Master to her."
"Oh, sure." Auntie Su handed Little Shushu over to Lin Shiyu.
Little Shushu stopped crying when he was in Mama's arms. He nuzzled his head against Mama's chest, wanting to eat.
Lin Shiyu bent over and kissed her son's little face. She then sat by the bed, unbuttoned her shirt and started breastfeeding.
Little Shushu happily sucked twice, but what was going on? He couldn't suck anything?
Boohoo …
Little Shushu was crying from hunger again.
"What's wrong?" Auntie Su walked over. "Is Little Young Master crying because there's no milk?"
No milk …
Lin Shiyu quickly lifted her pretty almond-shaped eyes to look at Fu Qinglun.
Fu Qinglun's hands were in his pockets, and he was also looking at her. His Adam's apple bobbed up and down.
"Sir, what should we do? Little Young Master doesn't have milk to eat, and he refuses to eat milk powder. Little Young Master is going to starve."
Fu Qinglun looked at Auntie Su. "Auntie Su, you can leave first."
Auntie Su acknowledged his words and left.
…
There was only the family of three left in the room. Little Shushu was crying pitifully in Mama's arms.
Fu Qinglun walked in front, coming to Lin Shiyu's side. He stretched out his long fingers to tease his son's face. "Sorry, Daddy will be more careful next time."
"Pah!" Lin Shiyu slapped his palm lightly.
"Are you angry?"
He stopped teasing his son and pinched her face.
She was sitting and he was standing. She could see his tailored black trousers, and his right hand was in his pocket, looking like a yuppie.
She stretched out her fair hand, pointing at the milk bottle on the counter, asking him to make the milk powder.
This time, Little Shushu really had to suffer.
He was only a month old, and Daddy was already fighting with him for Grandma.
Fu Qinglun curved his dark red lips, walking to the counter, he started to make milk powder for Little Shushu.
Usually when Auntie Su was around, he wouldn't do such things, but he was intelligent and quickly finished making the milk powder.
He handed the milk bottle to Lin Shiyu.
Lin Shiyu stuffed the pacifier into Little Shushu's mouth, but Little Shushu quickly spat it out.
He didn't want to drink milk powder, he wanted to drink Grandma.
Little Shushu snuggled into Mama's arms.
Lin Shiyu's heart ached, the culprit was this man in front of her.
Fu Qinglun raised his good-looking brows when he saw how worried she was for her son. He placed his large hand on Little Shushu's little butt and gave it a light slap. "What's wrong with me drinking a mouthful of milk? Stop acting coquettishly."
"…"
What was he doing?
He was clearly the one in the wrong, but he was still fierce to his son.
Little Shushu covered his mouth, looking at Papa, knowing that there was no Grandma to drink, he compromised and sucked on the pacifier.
Very quickly, he finished the bottle of milk.
Little Shushu fell asleep again.
Lin Shiyu placed Little Shushu on the soft bed, covering him with a blanket, and went to the washroom to rinse the milk bottle.
At this moment, the washroom door was pushed open, and Fu Qinglun entered.
He walked over and stood behind her.
Lin Shiyu's hands froze.
"Son, are you asleep?" he asked hoarsely.
Lin Shiyu's luscious lashes quivered, and she replied softly. Turning off the tap, she turned around to leave.
But a muscular arm wrapped around her, grasping her svelte waist and giving it a forceful tug.
Her delicate body fell into his arms.
Fu Qinglun hugged her, burying his head in her silky hair and sniffing it. His soft lips kissed her face over and over again. "You're mine now, no one can snatch you from me."
"…"
She finally knew why he had spanked his son?
Because he was jealous.
Her son was acting coquettishly in her arms.
Lin Shiyu was hugged tightly by him. Through the thin material of their clothes, she could already feel his burning body temperature and his heavy breathing. Was he drunk or had he taken … aphrodisiac?
Let go!
She pushed him forcefully.
Fu Qinglun lifted her up, and with a few quick steps, he threw her behind the frosted glass door and made her sit on a chair.
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