shock!The big guy took the miniature version of Master Fu on a blind date again

Chapter 225 Song Yinghui: Give Me a Son
An hour later, Song Nian who was staying in the laboratory finally came out of the room.

After changing her clothes, she stood outside the laboratory door flexing her muscles and bones, and called Mr. Wen.

The phone rang for a while before being answered. The answerer was Mr. Wen's secretary, a member of the Music Association.

"Where's Master?" Song Nian's cold voice sounded, and he looked up at Old Wen's room, obviously not at home.

On the other end of the phone, the secretary turned his head to look at Mr. Wen who was gathering with his friends in the distance, and answered truthfully: "Little uncle, the teacher is chatting with friends for afternoon tea, and I will go back later."

After hearing what the secretary said, Song Nian's red lips curved slightly: "Are you coming back for dinner tonight?"

Although she was on the phone, the secretary still shook her head, "I can't go back to dinner."

"Take good care of the teacher." Song Nian hung up the phone, raised his wrist to check the time, and took the elevator downstairs.

After getting out of the elevator, she was busy going to the school to pick up the twins, so she didn't pay attention to the movement of the villa.

It wasn't long after she left the villa and drove away from Qingren Yipin Community.

An Dasheng and his wife Chen Hui, who went back to the room to rest, also came out of the servant's room. Chen Hui looked outside the courtyard and frowned. The sixth sense of women made her vigilant and suspicious: "Why do I feel that someone has been here?"

An Dasheng glanced at Chen Hui, feeling that she was suspicious, "You just don't have the good fortune to enjoy it, and you will look guilty if you finally enjoy it."

"What are you worried about? The owner of this villa is still abroad and won't be able to come back for a while. Besides, if she comes back, she will notify the company in advance, and the company will also inform the staff in charge of the villa, and we will also know."

After hearing An Dasheng's explanation, the uneducated Chen Hui could only dispel her uneasiness and looked at him with admiration: "As expected of my husband, my child's father just knows better than me."

An Dasheng chuckled, stretched out his hand and pinched Chen Hui's buttocks, "How can you feel good if you are not good."

The two went to the kitchen in a sloppy manner, and began to prepare the dinner for Song Yinghui and An Nuan.

At this moment, the two immersed in happiness did not know that the danger had come.

***
Liren Hotel.

When An Nuan woke up, she was woken up by the ringing phone.

She quietly opened her eyes, and reached out to turn off the ringing of the phone, but she missed the phone, but touched Song Yinghui who was lying beside her.

Skin to skin touched, An Nuan trembled all over, and the memory before going to bed came like a tide.

Song Yinghui practiced what he said with his actions. He is indeed very gentle, and she also enjoys it.

The phone rang and stopped, and the room was quiet again.

The curtains were drawn tightly so that no light could come in. Only the dim light from the bedside table added a touch of warmth to the dark room.

Suddenly her waist tightened, An Nuan was hugged by Song Yinghui before she could recover.

An Nuan wasn't quite used to this yet, but she didn't resist Song Yinghui and let him hold her.

Turning over, An Nuan put her face against Song Yinghui, "My parents want you to have dinner tonight."

Song Yinghui sniffed An Nuan's scent greedily like a wild beast, "Do you want me to go?"

"If the baby wants me to go, I will reject the company's business and accompany you. If the baby is afraid of being misunderstood and doesn't want me to go, I will respect the baby not to go, everything depends on you."

He is obviously old enough to be An Nuan's father, but Song Yinghui is very handy at coaxing women.

"My parents want to see you, and I want you to go too." An Nuan raised her head from Song Yinghui's embrace, and cupped his face in both hands, "I want to give birth to a son for you, shall we have a son?"

Rather than being a lover and mistress, she wants to be the main wife.

Song Yinghui kissed An Nuan's small mouth, turned over and pressed her under him, "Okay, give me a son."

(End of this chapter)