City Marshal

It seemed that she had circled her legs for too long, so Shen Bing'er slightly lowered her legs and straightened them.

The inadvertent knee bounce made Shen Binger's left foot directly into Chu Tian's arms.

The flexible and smooth black silk and the white tenderness at the base of the thighs were reflected in Chu Tian's eyes. Shen Bing'er was slightly surprised and wanted to pull back her left foot, but the timidity she showed revealed her natural charm and enchantment, like a dose of medicine. Weight aphrodisiac, triggered a chain reaction of the opposite man

Chu Tian stretched out his hand to hold Shen Binger's slender feet, and then his index finger passed over the soles of the feet where he could see them.

As if she had never been so violated by a man before, Shen Binger moaned uncontrollably, then pulled back her left foot like a child who had done something wrong, and buried herself on the sofa as quickly as possible, waiting for her to look at Chu Chu again. At that time, there was already a trace of unknown ripples in his eyes.

Chu Tian was also a little embarrassed, but still looked back at her calmly.

After all, Shen Binger didn't meet Chu Tian's eyes, she lowered her head with reddish cheeks, and then she stood up from the sofa calmly, and after trying to calm down, she randomly picked up a topic: "Young Marshal, when will you To the Golden Triangle? Who are you going to take to the Golden Triangle?"

"Go after dealing with old K's matter! It is estimated that it will be three days later!"

Chu Tian raised his finger and responded lightly: "I wanted to take Yun Tian there to exercise, but I was afraid that the flames of war over there would hurt him, and it would be difficult to explain to Suo Lang and Granny Lan. Tian Yang Sheng and Gu Jian had to stay behind. So I thought about it and decided to take the old demon there!"

Shen Binger was taken aback: "Old demon?"

Chu Tian nodded and replied repeatedly: "Yes! Old demon!"

Shen Binger smiled but said nothing, then looked at Chu Tian's back and shouted...

"Aren't you going back to sleep?"

Chu Tian waved his hands and said without turning his head, "I'm going to cook a pot of porridge for my wife!"

Shen Bing'er groaned, shook her head, turned around and left, when Chu Tian walked to the small courtyard where Fang Qing lived, carrying a pot of pork liver and lean meat porridge, the latter was watering the flowers in the courtyard, wearing a light blue shirt , with a pair of classic jeans, the attire can be described as plain.

The appearance is sharp and sexy!

Chu Tian smiled and took a step forward. Fang Qing immediately woke up from the state of concentrating on watering the flowers, and then put down her things with a smile on her face and greeted her: "Young commander, wake up so early? I rested too much and couldn't sleep, and you With dark circles under your eyes, I'm afraid you didn't sleep well last night, right?"

Then he swept the pot in his hand and smiled lightly...

"Ah, have you cooked porridge? Can you make it for me?"

A warm smile curled up on the corner of Chu Tian's mouth, and he said softly, "I'll bring the pot, the porridge is for you, of course!" Then he pretended to be pitiful: "This is the reason for my dark circles , I boiled this pot of pork liver and lean meat porridge for a whole night!"

While talking, Chutian put the porridge on the stone table in the yard. Fang Qing turned around and took out two small bowls, and tapped Chutian lightly with chopsticks: "I know you can't talk, and cooking porridge for an hour is enough! I Seeing the dark circles under your eyes, you must have tormented Ke'er and Xiuzi, and ended up being ravaged instead!"

Chu Tian shrugged his shoulders: "If you don't believe me, forget it!"

The woman arranged the dishes and chopsticks, and then lifted the lid.

A strong fragrance and hot air came to my face.Fang Qing closed her eyes and sniffed it intoxicated, then she said excitedly, "Young commander, this porridge is delicious, thank you!" Then she pursed her mouth and sighed: "It seems like I haven't had it for a long time You cooked porridge, today"

"It seems that mothers are more expensive than children!"

"If it wasn't for the child in my belly, you probably wouldn't cook porridge for me!"

Chu Tian reached out and pinched her nose, and said with a gentle smile: "Silly girl, I don't seem to care about your life or death. I didn't have time before, and I just have free time these days, so I will cook a pot of porridge for you. Of course, I Admit that my future children will also have a share!"

Fang Qing lightly smiled and filled two bowls with hot porridge, then pushed one of the bowls of meaty porridge in front of Chu Tian, ​​and said softly, "Okay! I also accept your reason for the sake of the child, come on." , the father of the child, let’s drink porridge with my sister! It’s rare for us to have such a morning!”

Chu Tian gently stirred the hot porridge, then scooped up a tablespoon and put it near Fang Qing's mouth...

"Come on! Drink it!"

Faced with this domineering tenderness, Fang Qing readily accepted it. After she sipped the porridge, she smiled and said, "Young commander, don't treat me like a child, okay? To be honest, I'm only a month pregnant, and I'm still nine years old." You gave birth only a month ago, and if you let me raise the baby now, you will suffocate me to death!"

Afterwards, she grasped Chu Tian's hand, and said with endless sincerity, "Young commander, let me do something! Whether you want me to be the chief of the general's internal affairs, or to take care of Baiyun Villa, I don't care; I just don't want to be idle, and I don't want to be a person who enjoys something!"

Excessive leisure is indeed a kind of torture.

Chu Tian looked quite hesitant, and after thinking for a while, he replied: "Of course I know it's hard to be idle, but the doctor said that you are very weak. If you accidentally miscarry, you may not be able to conceive again in the future. If you are asked to do things What happened to me, how will I face you in the future?"

Fang Qing breathed out a long breath, with a smile on her face: "Young commander, don't worry! Fang Qing has always been a modest person, and I will take good care of myself and my children! As a mother, I am definitely better than you Nervous child, no matter what, I won't let anything happen to me!"

Chu Tian gently stirred the hot porridge, finally nodded and said...

"Okay! I will let you continue to take care of Shuaijun's internal affairs!"

"But you can't move around, everything must be arranged by the doctor!"

Fang Qing nodded: "I will!"

Next, the two of them drank the pot of porridge unhurriedly, and both of them looked energetic when facing Chaoyang. When the atmosphere was extremely intense, Fang Qing suddenly held Chu Tian's hand, and said with deep and far-reaching eyes: " Young commander, I want to confess something to you, I hope you don't blame me!"

Chutian's heart skipped a beat, but he still nodded: "Okay! Say it!"

As if she had made up her mind, Fang Qing bit her lip and added in a low voice: "Young Marshal, this pregnancy was actually carefully arranged by me. When we were making out last time, I tampered with the condom, because since I didn't After the drunk miscarriage, I found out that you really want a child!"

In Chutian's astonishment, Fang Qing flashed a gleam of pity: "I saw you in Lily Garden several times, staring at the children's pictorial left by Huo Wuzui in a daze, and I knew that the lost child was always you It's a pity, but you respected our wishes and didn't force us to get pregnant!"

"I want to make up for the shortcomings in your heart, but it's hard to say!"

"So just fiddle with the making out and let things take their course!"

When her words fell, Fang Qing could clearly see a smile on Chu Tian's face. It was so relieved, so light and calm, like the beating sunshine in autumn. He held the woman's hand in both hands and carried Unconcealable gratitude: "Sister Qing, thank you!"

Fang Qing responded with a chuckle: "Stupid."

After the short-term tenderness between the two, Chu Tian's expression became solemn, and he looked at Fang Qing fixedly, with tenderness, apology, and a little struggle, then lowered his voice and said: "Sister Qing, I want to talk to you I wonder if you would like to borrow something?"

Fang Qing felt that the atmosphere was a bit dignified, but she still quietly replied...

"What do you want to borrow? As long as I have it, you can take it!"

"You have, I want your head!"