Chapter 297 He Has a Desire for Her

etly told my great-uncle (Leng Yechen's grandfather) about it. My great-uncle beat up my second brother in private! Only I and my great-uncle know about this. 。"Even Lian Ge himself doesn't know!""Tha...I sat there for a whole day and night.

In the hush of twilight, the golden shower tree in the front yard had bloomed again, silently unfolding its blossoms under the soft glow of the moon.

A small amber nightlight cast a gentle glow on the quiet bedroom. Tong Yimo lay on the bed, not sleeping soundly.

It's not that she didn't sleep deeply, but rather that she was insomnia and couldn't fall asleep.

Even though her eyes were closed, her brain was replaying everything Qi Siyan had said.

Suddenly, a soft creaking sound of a door opening reached my ears, followed by the measured footsteps.

Tong Yimo could feel a heavy pressure around her.

The thin blanket on her body suddenly slowly slid down.

The next day, the husband who was supposed to be back in three months suddenly returned in the middle of the night. What did this mean

Tong Yimo opened her eyes, and the next second, a strange weight with a very familiar scent suddenly enveloped her.

The air was thick with the intoxicating scent of hormones...

"Mo Mo, I'm back..."

This magnetic and alluring voice made Tong Yimo's body tense.

Her slender hand pressed weakly against Cold Noon's sturdy chest.

"Xiao Wei, didn't you say you would come back only after the project was finished"

Tong Yimo tried her best to suppress her grief, pretending to be nonchalant as she asked.

"Well——I was supposed to be back in three months, but I missed you, so…" Leng Zhujing slightly tilted his head and gently kissed Tong Yimo's earlobe, whispering beside her ear, "I just took my boss's private helicopter and came back early."

Tong Yimo felt a slight itch on her ears. Her head instinctively ducked, her heart aching but she dared not speak of it. She had to continue acting clueless, pretending nothing was wrong, accompanying him with a smile and coquettishness: "Hmm, Xiao Wei loves me the most!"

"Mo Mo, how about we make a baby tonight" Leng Zhu Jing suddenly murmured meaningfully.

At this moment, he proposed having a child with her. What was the reason for that

The fact is evident.

Ji Siyan brought the child to him, he must have seen the child before, and learned all about them.

That's why he rushed back at this late hour, to be with her as she was carrying his child.

The bloody reality was brutally laid bare before her, Tong Yimò.

Little Wei used to be different.

Every time he returned from a business trip, the first thing he did was to give her a special gift he had brought back for her.

Regardless of whether the gift is precious or not, they were all carefully chosen by him for her, and she was always satisfied with each one.

Because of their physical conditions, they needed to abstain. So, in every solitary night before that, he would simply hold her gently and sleep with great gentlemanly decorum.

Even sometimes, when he felt physical attraction towards her, he would just go to the bathroom and take a cold shower alone to cool down.

And tonight, Xiao Wei changed.

He couldn't wait to have a child with her...

Thinking of this, Tong Yimo suddenly pushed Leng Zh Jing's hand away.

His mind and body felt sluggish in the cold afternoon light, but he didn't overthink it. He then directly pressed himself onto Tong Yimo.

"Xiao Wei, no!" Tong Yimo couldn't help but push away Leng Zhujing again, stammering, "I, I'm not ready yet!"

Leng Zhucheng raised his head and looked at Tong Yimo with an unreadable expression.

He then decided to call it a day, neatly getting off her. He took her into his arms with one hand, stroking her long hair and gently kissing the top of her head. "I'm sorry," he said softly, "I got too carried away."

Tong Yimò feigned shyness, turning her back to Leng Zhūjǐng. In reality, she was on the verge of tears. After a long while, she whispered, "Xiǎo Wèi, do you love me"

This was the first time she asked him this question.

"Love." Leng Zhujing hugged Tong Yimò tightly, whispering softly in her ear.

And Tong Yimo stiffened her whole body, allowing him to hold her.

How much do you love

"Life and death are like friends, let's make a pact. Holding your hand, we shall grow old together." After Leng Zhubing finished speaking, he reached out and turned off the bedroom light, "Sleep! Tomorrow morning, I have to go back to the project site."

Tong Yimo remained motionless until she heard the rhythmic breathing of the person behind her.

She made sure in her heart that Leng Zhulang had already fallen asleep before she slowly turned over.

By the faint light filtering in from the balcony, she stared intently at the sleeping face of Leng Zhujing.

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