Domineering president, forgive me

In fact, she didn't blame Murong Qiu from beginning to end. Naturally, there was nothing she didn't forgive.

Xiangyang scratched his head and looked at murongqiu with an embarrassed face and told the truth. " Well, aunt, in fact, I never blame you. I left simply because I was far away. "

"What?" This time, not only Murong Qiu, but also Jiang Qingwei was surprised. Both of them set their eyes on Jiang Yuanzhou, and Jiang Yuanzhou's face was still very indifferent, as if the topic they were talking about had nothing to do with him.

Somehow, murongqiu quit first of all for carrying the pot for his son for so long. Pinching his husband's arm, he said, "look what I said. I said Xiangyang's departure has nothing to do with me. You don't believe it. Do you always believe it this time?"

Jiang Qingwei put up with the pain from his arm blankly, and his eyes were staring at Jiang Yuanzhou with a faint light. " Son, tell me, what the hell is going on? "

Jiang Yuanzhou shrugged his shoulders and opened his beautiful thin lips slightly. " I just want my mother to change her temper. "

Hearing his son say this, Jiang Qingwei understood. I turned around and looked at my daughter-in-law. Indeed, my temper has improved a lot since that happened. However, after Xiangyang told the truth, it seemed to be a little more intensified.

"I don't care, Yuanzhou. You've kept it from us for so long, but you have to make up for it." Murong Qiu shook his face and looked at Jiang Yuanzhou. He had a feeling that he couldn't be peaceful if he didn't compensate.

Jiang Yuanzhou stroked his forehead. He looked at his mother with a headache. He looked at Xiangyang with a little complaint. The corners of his mouth were slightly tilted, and his eyes looked at him with a trace of pride.

"Well, tell me, how do you want me to compensate?"

"Well?" Murongqiu was just a whim. He didn't expect his son to do anything to compensate, so he fell into meditation.

Dousha looked at everyone silently, quietly pulled murongqiu's sleeves, and whispered in her ear, "grandma, Dousha wants a sister."

"Yes, that's a good idea." Without hearing anything, everyone saw Mu Rongqiu standing up from the sofa.

At the same time, Xiangyang looked at his son's lovely smiling face and suddenly felt that his back ridge was cold. He had a very bad hunch.

Sure enough, after murongqiu said Dousha, Xiangyang's whole face was black. In contrast, Jiang Yuanzhou was happy to see his success and expressed his satisfaction with this compensation method.

Jiang Yuanzhou went over and gave Dousha a big hug. Then he went back to Xiangyang and hugged her shoulder a little overbearing. " Parents, in order to compensate you earlier, we'll try our best now. "

With that, Jiang Yuanzhou directly took Xiangyang, who had not yet responded, and walked to the bedroom. She didn't recover until Xiangyang was gently put on the bed.

Familiar room, familiar taste, she came back again. Xiangyang looked at everything in the house with misty eyes, which she was familiar with.

Well, no, Xiang Yang transferred his eyes to Jiang Yuanzhou.

Unconsciously swallowed his saliva and looked at Jiang Yuanzhou's well-defined, handsome face like a Greek God. His chest was covered with well-defined texture lines, and then went down（ Well, it's not suitable for children.)

Seeing the picture that is not suitable for children, Xiang Yang finally calmed down from Jiang Yuanzhou's prosperous beauty. " Then what, why are you undressing? "

Jiang Yuanzhou approached Xiangyang step by step and finally stopped in front of Xiangyang. Her slender index finger provoked her smooth lower jaw, looked at her crystal clear red lips and unconsciously contracted her lower abdomen. " Xiangyang, seventeen days, twenty-one hours, six minutes, five seconds, six seconds, seven seconds... "

"Stop!" Xiangyang looked at his sexy thin lips and felt that his head was about to explode. " I said Jiang Yuanzhou, can you not remember so clearly? It will make me seem ruthless. "

Xiangyang pie mouth, she also wants to come back early, but she doesn't see the time as tightly as Jiang Yuanzhou. In her opinion, Jiang Yuanzhou has become a complete pervert.

Jiang Yuanzhou doesn't know what Xiangyang is thinking. He only knows that now he wants her comfort both physically and mentally. " Xiangyang, how long haven't we done it? "

"Ah, what are you doing?" Xiangyang looked at Jiang Yuanzhou foolishly. In order to prevent himself from being tempted by his beauty again, he moved his body aside.

However, her whole body was pressed by Jiang Yuanzhou. Isn't it the same where she moved? In Jiang Yuanzhou's opinion, it's just different postures. He won't mind.

"Mommy, Mommy, there's a handsome uncle outside looking for you." When Jiang Yuanzhou came in holding Xiangyang, he didn't close the door at all, because he knew very well that no one would disturb their intimacy on the second floor without knowing each other.

However, he missed his "good" son. " Dousha, go out and play. Your mommy can't see anyone. "

"No," Xiangyang finally caught the chance to escape. How could he let it go? Taking advantage of Jiang Yuanzhou's inattention, she tried her best to push him off herself. Then he walked towards the door and asked, "Dousha, tell mommy who the uncle said he was?"

Dousha tilted his head and thought. His wronged little mouth tooted slightly, "no, Mommy, did Dousha do something wrong?"

In fact, Dousha didn't feel wronged because of Xiangyang's questions. It was Jiang Yuanzhou's resentment that affected his mood. Xiangyang also looked at the bean paste with a confused face. He didn't know how his words made him sad again.

"Well, bean paste, you didn't do anything wrong. Go to see your uncle with mommy." Xiangyang said, already holding Dousha's hand out of the room, leaving Jiang Yuanzhou alone to sit silently on the bed and stare at his restless lower body and sigh.

Downstairs.

"Song Zhe, why are you?" Xiang Yanggang was surprised at the first sight when she saw Song Zhe. She never thought that Song Zhe would take the initiative to find herself one day. After all, the relationship between them once became very embarrassing because of Xiang Qing.

Song Zhe still likes to wear formal clothes. She still looks at people and feels warm. She still has a gentle smile, as if the previous things no longer exist. He stretched out his hand to touch Xiangyang's head as before, but Xiangyang subconsciously avoided it.

"I'm not that little girl anymore, so you can't touch my head anymore. It won't be tall."

Song Zhe was amused by Xiangyang's words, so he forgot the embarrassing scene just now and set his eyes on the bean paste held by Xiangyang's hand. The voice is so elegant that people feel like bathing in the breeze. "Bean paste is very cute, very much like when you were a child."

"Really?" Xiangyang still smiled awkwardly, because everyone except Song Zhe could see that Dousha and his father Jiang Yuanzhou were almost carved in the same mold when they were young. " Sit down and have coffee? "

Song Zhe shook his head, his eyes flashing a faint light. " Xiangyang, you know, I don't like coffee. I like black tea. "