lovemaking

Chapter 387 The Grand Finale (4)
Zhan Dongqing frowned, Mo Qing stared at him with disheveled hair, "You are as cruel as your father."

Zhan Dongqing glanced at her and left without looking back.

The two bodyguards didn't understand what they said just now, the words just now were too magical, but one meaning in it was heard, that is, Mo Qing wanted to kill Su Liangmo's child.

"I didn't expect that such a small child could be attacked."

"Leave her alone, she's about to fall ill again, so close the door quickly, lest the howling ghosts and wolves can't bear it."

After the bodyguard finished speaking, he closed the door heavily.

Zhan Dongqing returned to his villa, Su Liangmo got out of bed after lying down for a few days, but she was still in confinement, so she was not allowed to move around more.

The two children look cute, and it’s amazing to bring them up. Either the daughter needs to change the diaper and wakes up the son when she cries, or the son is hungry and wakes up the daughter when he cries. These two squeaky voices have never been alone When Zhan Dongqing was downstairs, he heard it. Those who didn't know their appearance thought they had been pinched off by someone else.

Su Liangmo also felt a headache, and each of the two confinement sisters dealt with each other. When Zhan Dongqing came up, he was very happy to see that scene.

He helped Su Liangmo to let her lie on the bed.

"Where did you go?"

Zhan Dongqing sat on the edge of the bed, "I walked around outside, but didn't go anywhere."

Su Liangmo held Zhan Dongqing's wrist, "There is something I've always wanted to tell you."

"what's up?"

"Do you think it's possible that our son was cast by a little beast?"

Even though it was broad daylight, Zhan Dongqing still felt a chill down his spine, "Don't talk nonsense."

"I think it's quite possible. According to what the surname Hao said, that little devil is going to throw himself into my belly and do bad things. It is reasonable to say that there is only one child born, but look... Besides, the one who came out of the husband was a daughter. Thinking about it, we should have only one girl, and the extra daughter is probably a little beast." Su Liangmo analyzed clearly.

Zhan Dongqing still thinks this kind of statement is too mysterious, "If it's really a little beast, I guess it will make me hard in the future."

"Shall we name our son Yue Yue?"

Zhan Dongqing pursed his lips and thought, "That daughter's name is Xixi."

"Xixi?" What's the name?
"Very cute." Zhan Dongqing pointed to a pair of children, "Xixi, Yue Yue."

"Okay, listen to you."

Su Liangmo's confinement meals were delivered upstairs, and Zhan Dongqing asked someone to set up a dining table outside the balcony, and he ate every meal there with her.

The chair prepared for Su Liangmo was soft. When he sat down, there was a cushion on the back. Su Liangmo took the chopsticks from Zhan Dongqing and said, "I'll go downstairs from tomorrow. It's not a big wound. In ten days, I can go by myself."

"The wound is quite big, I've seen it before," Zhan Dongqing gestured, "You just stay there."

"Isn't it just going up and down the stairs? Besides, walking is also good for recovery."

"Recover what? In fact, there is an advantage of caesarean section, the place is not stretched, I like it."

Su Liang stared at him at the end, "There are not a few serious words in his mouth."

Zhan Dongqing served her a bowl of soup, and Su Liangmo sipped it, "Husband."

"doing what?"

"Negotiate something with you."

"Say."

"I want to wash my hair."

Zhan Dongqing looked at her hair, "Then wash it."

Su Liangmo was overjoyed, "Let me just say, my mother insisted on calling me not to wash my hair for a month."

"Tsk tsk," Zhan Dongqing looked at her with a smile, "It's no wonder that it doesn't stink after a month. Don't worry, mom isn't around, so she doesn't know if she washed it or not. I'll wash it for you after dinner."

"It's better to be a husband."

Zhan Dongqing quickly answered, "I like to hear my wife say this most."

After dinner, Zhan Dongqing asked Su Liangmo to lie on his back on the sofa, and he brought her water to wash her. This was just the beginning, and he tossed the sofa in a bad way, and applied shampoo. Su Liangmo could only close his eyes. She squinted her eyes and felt the man's fingers running through her hair, "Why do I feel like flooding the Jinshan Temple?"

"As for it, why don't you just wash your hair."

"It seems to be water, oops, it's in my ears."

Zhan Dongqing was in a hurry, picked up the dry towel thrown over his shoulders and wiped her face, "Is this much better?"

"Ah."

Zhan Dongqing washed it carefully, Su Liangmo opened his eyes, "Honey, how much did you pay for this sofa?"

"doing what?"

"It seems that you can't touch the water?"

Zhan Dongqing squatted down, "Then what to do, you can't bend down."

His hands were full of foam, and the phone that was put aside suddenly rang. Zhan Dongqing didn't want to answer it, but Su Liang finally touched it and handed him the phone, "Go ahead, what if there is something urgent?"

Zhan Dongqing wiped his hands, connected the phone and stood up, "Hello."

"Mr. Su, Madam committed suicide."

Zhan Dongqing's eyes seemed to be stabbed by something, "Oh? When did it happen?"

"Drug addiction has been severe for the past two days. Today, when we changed shifts, it suddenly became quiet. Later, we opened the room and took a look... Madam hit the wall to death."

Zhan Dongqing's eyes drooped, "Well, please inform Han Zeng that this matter should be resolved by him."

"Yes," the bodyguard's tone was full of worry, "Mr. Su, I'm sorry, but we didn't keep an eye on Madam."

"It's okay, just arrange it."

"Yes Yes."

Seeing him hang up the phone, Su Liangmo came back behind her, "What's wrong?"

Zhan Dongqing put the phone back on the coffee table, squatted down again, dipped his dry fingers in the shampoo for the second time, and then massaged her, "It's okay, it's just some small business matters."

"Oh." Su Liangmo closed his eyes, but he could feel Zhan Dongqing's absent-mindedness.

After washing her hair, he dried her again.

Su Liangmo lay on Zhan Dongqing's lap, "What was that phone call just now?"

"You're still in confinement, I'm afraid it's not good to say something too bloody."

"It's okay, am I that vulnerable?"

"Mo Qing died, it was suicide."

"Oh." Su Liangmo responded softly, and then fell silent.

Zhan Dongqing bent down and kissed her lightly on the top of her head, "Finally, I don't need to be so stinky."

"Who is so stinky." Su Liangmo avoided his kiss, "Dongqing, my breasts are rising, hurry up and carry Xixi and Yueyue upstairs."

"I went to see it just now, and the two little guys finally fell asleep."

Su Liang finally touched his chest with his hands, and when he spoke, his chest was completely soaked.

Zhan Dongqing said casually, "Women are really made of water." He took off Su Liangmo's shirt, "The bra is all wet, I'll get you a change."

(End of this chapter)