I'm Leaving You, Mr CEO

After dinner, Lin Qianyuan asked the old man to go to bed early, so he took xiaoping'an to take a bath. The little guy finally got close to his mother and rubbed his mother's cheek.

Qin Laisheng sat on the bed, pretending to hold a book in his hand, and his eyes frequently fell on the door. Why hasn't the woman come yet? What are you doing? Should I be angry and want to sleep in separate rooms with myself?

The man's mind turned a hundred times and thought wildly. Finally, he couldn't help putting on his slippers and ran downstairs. The old man was drinking tea. Qin Laisheng turned his eyes and gathered around the old man, "Grandpa, where's the shallow edge?"

Looking around for a week, I didn't see Lin Qianyuan. Qin Laisheng's eyebrows showed a touch of anxiety. He pursed his lips and resisted the desire to rush out to find someone. It's uncertain that Lin Qianyuan didn't go out, but was just at home.

The old man gave Qin Laisheng a bad look, pretended to be serious, put down his tea cup and looked at Qin Laisheng with deep eyes.

Qin Laisheng was flustered when he was looked at by the old man's eyes. His heart beat faster and faster, and a thin layer of sweat came out of his palm.

"Isn't she upstairs bathing Ping An?" Picked up the tea cup again and took a sip. The master looked at Qin Laisheng's Leng and smiled unkindly. The smelly boy finally put his heart on shallow edge. Now he finally had the face to meet his old friends.

Thinking of Lin Qianyuan's small appearance, the old man softened his eyes and completely ignored his grandson's dark face.

The old man was really disrespectful for the old man. He was so frightened that he thought Lin Qianyuan had left him again. He shook his fist. Qin Laisheng silently thought that this was grandpa and this was Grandpa. It was not easy to suppress the idea of beating grandpa violently. Qin Laisheng took a deep breath and went upstairs with a stiff step.

He stuffed his naked son into the quilt. Lin Qianyuan jokingly touched his son's cheek. The smelly boy also learned to be shy. With his lovely spotted dog pajamas, Lin Qianyuan waved to Xiao Ping'an, "come here and dress you."

Xiao Ping'an tightly grasped the quilt in his hand. His face turned red and his eyes fell elsewhere. The child moved his lips and finally strengthened his courage. "Mom, you go out first and the baby changes it by yourself."

Younger sisters dress themselves. As a brother, how can he let his mother dress? The child puffed up his cheeks and scratched a shy line in his eyes.

Lin Qianyuan couldn't help but burst out laughing. His son looked at her discontentedly and held back his smile. Lin Qianyuan smiled and stretched out his finger to the first year ago, "come here, mom will wear it for you."

Seeing such a lovely son, Lin Qianyuan couldn't help teasing him. Sure enough, Xiao Ping An wanted to throw away the quilt and escape, but at the thought of her naked body under the quilt, Xiao Ping An had to pull the quilt to hide.

"Mom, mom, the baby changed himself, changed himself." Xiao Ping'an's face flushed with anxiety, and his short legs pedaled on the quilt.

Lin Qianyuan has had enough trouble and is finally willing to let Xiao Ping'an go, but before he can speak, Qin Laisheng comes to Xiao Ping'an with a black face and lifts his son like a chicken. Qin Laisheng takes the clothes Lin Qianyuan has prepared for Xiao Ping'an and takes his son to the sanitary room.

Lin Qianyuan didn't respond. He stared at Qin Laisheng's series of actions and subconsciously blinked, "what are you doing?" What should he do if he slips away his son and leaves a psychological shadow in his heart? This man is too much.

Toot his mouth. Lin Qianyuan watched little Ping An cover his small body, kick his short legs and go into the bathroom with his father.

After a while, Xiao Ping'an opened the door and came in. The child glanced at his father, and then jumped into Lin Qianyuan's arms before Qin Laisheng reacted.

This smelly boy. Qin Laisheng pinched his palm and stared at Xiao Ping'an's back. "Go to bed. I'll sleep with my son tonight."

Lin Qianyuan didn't intend to sleep with Xiao Ping'an, but Qin Laisheng gave her a very dangerous feeling. He shook his little body. Lin Qianyuan retracted into the quilt with Xiao Ping'an.

Looking at the two childish mother and son in the quilt, Qin Laisheng wiped his face powerlessly, opened the quilt and carried Lin Qianyuan up, "sleep by yourself, otherwise you won't see your sister tomorrow."

Cool swish glanced at his son who still wanted to resist. Qin Laisheng provocatively raised his eyebrows and carried Lin Qianyuan to his room.

"You put me down, Tan Laisheng, you bastard." Lin Qianyuan didn't dare to shout loudly. For fear of attracting grandpa's attention, she could only pat Qin Laisheng's leg. Her stomach was just placed on the man's shoulder. This short distance, she felt that she was about to vomit.

Finally, when he got to the bedroom, Qin Laisheng threw Lin Qianyuan on the bed without saying a word. The woman was dizzy when the man bumped her. She held her forehead with a small hand. Before she could react, she was knocked down on the bed by the man.

"Hum." With a dull hum, Lin Qianyuan's eyes were full of anger and stared at Qin Laisheng.

A man's heart was empty when he was seen by a woman. Then he looked at Lin Qianyuan wrongly like a wrong dog, "wife, don't be angry." He admitted that he just wanted Lin Qianyuan to understand that he was better than song Yurui, but he didn't expect to play too much and let Lin Qianyuan misunderstand.

One third of his anger was completely lost by the man. Lin Qianyuan glared at him and kicked him, "hum, you said, are you still doubting me, Qin Laisheng, you are my husband. No one is more important in my heart than you. If you dare to do this again next time, it depends on how I deal with you."

Qin Laisheng's face was happy. He knew that Lin Qianyuan didn't want to care about it. He kissed the woman several times happily. Lin Qianyuan smiled and avoided the man's kiss. His small body was constantly struggling in the man's arms.

The color of his eyes gradually deepened. Qin Laisheng didn't stop the woman from twisting in his arms. When Lin Qianyuan finally found something wrong, the man had already made a big animal hair and knocked her down.

It was another night of spring breeze. Of course, Lin Qianyuan didn't give Qin Laisheng a good face the next day. The man could only accompany him with a smile and knead the woman's waist carefully.

The atmosphere between them was just right. Unexpectedly, song Yurui came over at this time, and Xiao Aisheng came at the same time.

Lin Qianyuan glanced at the little girl with complicated eyes. Unexpectedly, she was ma Youyang's child. He almost thought she was Qin Laisheng's daughter, but the child was really unlucky. His father was still in prison and his mother was gone.

After sipping her lips, Lin Qianyuan came forward to hold the child in her arms and kissed the child's small face. Those are adult things and have nothing to do with the child. She can't vent her anger on the child.