Mr.President, don't be too bad

"You... Color ruffian!" Xia Yiwan raised his hand and twisted it in front of Si Mo's chest.

"If everyone is not color, mankind would have been extinct." Si Mo said, reaching out and caressing a bigger place.

Xia Yiwan angrily patted his hand: "... Go pack your bags!"

Si Mo smiled and reached out to hold her: "the concubine threw herself into her arms. How can I fail her?"

"... don't you watch TV dramas?" Xia Yiwan looked at him speechless.

Still love the imperial concubine, return me!

"I don't watch TV dramas, but I don't mind playing the good and color emperor."

Si Mo said, raised his eyebrows, lowered his head and stared at her. His handsome face was stained with a trace of evil spirit.

The bottom of my heart was itching at the end of summer.

This seemingly domineering, cold and abstinent man is really seductive.

"Has the concubine been moved?" Si Mo held her and lay on the bed. He looked at her affectionately, and his hands were not idle.

"What do you say?" Xia Yiwan smiled, looked up and pecked on his lips, turned over and stepped on him.

Sima's eyes brightened.

Xia Yi lowered her head and kissed his angular thin lips.

The heat wave in the bedroom is rising, and both of them have faded their clothes. They are looking forward to a red curtain and a spring night. As a result

A car whistle sounded in the yard.

"Here comes the guest." Xia Yiwan said that he would roll down immediately.

"Ignore him." Si Mo stretched out his hand to hold her slender waist and said in a hoarse voice. At the same time, people also pasted it behind Xia Yiwan.

Xia Yiwan hurriedly reached out to him: "no!"

It's almost bedtime now. There are still people coming. There must be something important.

Si Mo pursed his lips. His eyes were as dark as black Zhuo stone, full of complaints and grievances.

Stop at this time. Have you considered my feelings?

Xia Yiwan read this sentence from his eyes.

My heart was funny and unbearable, so I had to say, "go and see who it is first, and then..."

Before the voice fell, Si Mo went to the French window naked.

Then, Si Mo came back silently, picked up his clothes and put them on his body.

"Who?" Xia Yiwan asked curiously.

Si Mo raised his eyes to look at her and spit out two words: "Grandpa!"

“……”

Mr. Si suddenly arrived, not for anything else, but for Xia Yiwan's pregnancy.

"Why don't you tell me such a big wedding!" Mr. Si looked at Si Mo angrily.

He looked forward to his great grandchildren for so many years and finally had them, but these people kept secrets from him. It really annoyed him.

If Si Wenqian hadn't said it unintentionally, he would still be in the dark.

Seeing this, Xia Yi quickly grabbed Mr. Si's arm and said softly, "Grandpa, don't be angry. We don't want to hide from Grandpa you. We mainly want to say it when the month is bigger and the situation is stable."

In fact, they all want to share this news with Mr. Si, but the greater the expectation, the greater the disappointment.

When master Si heard the speech, his anger dissipated invisibly, but he snorted: "you obviously forgot me."

"No, grandpa is our most important person. If you forget, no one will forget you." Xia Yiwan said with a smile.

"After the baby is born, it will be put in the old house for you to play. Is it OK?" Si Mo glanced at master Si and said.

Don't think he doesn't know what his grandfather thinks.