Queen, Forced Marriage

The situation was at a stalemate, and both people's faces were written with the deep meaning of not giving up. Lin Zikui was so angry that she threw the feather duster in her hand on the ground and looked at Fang Yiai very uncomfortably. She had always been teaching her children against her. She just used a guy to scare Lin Jinmo. Can't she cooperate? ?

"Mom, mom, scared, scared..." Hidden in his mother's arms, the little guy, although small, could feel Lin Zikui's terrifying aura, and hurriedly tightened Fang Yiai's neck.

"It's okay, Momo is good." Patted the baby's ass, touched her head, and kissed comfortably. He raised his head and glared at Lin Zikui, ignoring the **** in front of him, leaning over into the living room, going up the stairs, and entering the room, basically ignoring Writer Lin.

Thinking about it, I was depressed, but Lin Zikui was a sinner in educating her daughter. Turning around, she just saw Her Majesty closing the door aggressively "bang"

What does it mean to sing and harmonize this one big and one small? How do you look at it? Just a few words of slander in my heart, I saw Her Majesty come out of the nursery, but the little **** Lin Jinmo was not in her arms, her slender body stood on the railing, and the writer coldly ordered to the Lin writer downstairs: "Lin Seed sunflower, come up to me."

After speaking, he turned around and came in to her and Lin Zikui's bedroom.

In a place where the beauty can't see, Fang Yiai gave Fang Yiai a beast, and reluctantly raised her foot to the bedroom. Today, she wants to talk to Fang Yiai about the child’s education. .

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"You can no longer educate her with such a stick method. It is not good for her growth. If you have anything to do, you should tell her well."

After losing her vigor and courage at work, Fang Yiai was sitting on the bed in the bedroom at this time, discussing matters with Lin Zikui about her children. Although she was still wearing professional attire, she was full of love.

"Do you tell me how many times I actually beat her? It's nothing more than to scare her and let her remember what she can and what she can't do at one time. You are always there every time I educate a child Make trouble next to me, take a look at it with me, and I have said more than once that a loving mother has lost her children, and a loving mother has lost her children. Look at what Jin Mo is like being doted by you now?!"

"My parents have also spoiled me since I was a child, and have never beaten me, am I still good?" Her Majesty disagrees with Lin Zikui's remarks, and a filial son is born under the stick. Those are the things of the ancients, the ancients. Things should be based on the essence and the dross. This method of beating children must not be promoted. Moreover, in the 21st century, the way of educating children should also be changed!

"That's because you have been self-conscious since you were a child. Look at your baby girl. Does it have this advantage?"

The fire is getting bigger and bigger, and the discussion between the two will turn into a quarrel if this situation continues. And it is obvious that Her Majesty is at a disadvantage. Lin Zikui is clear and conclusive, not to mention that Fang Yiai’s self-confidence has been hit hard, she has not lost in the hands of anyone else except Lin Zikui when she grows up. Zikui is better than her every time.

Looking frustrated, Fang Yiai stood up on the high heels that hadn't had time to take off, and walked up to Lin Zikui's nose with the tip of his nose "tak tack", with fire spurting in her eyes, and she was going to eat people.

"What are you doing?" Writer Lin said with no guilty conscience or fear, and straightened his neck. "You still want to hit someone?"

"Husband~You are the worst~" He didn't expect to be killed, Fang Yi loved this trick, and the voice was sweet and sweet.

The key is to stretch out the slender arm around Lin Zikui’s neck. The whole person fell on his lover’s shoulder and swayed from side to side. Writer Lin was so numb all over his body that he could not stand still, although he knew that Fang Yi loved this belly. The black woman uses the beauty trick, but as the old saying goes, "being a ghost under the peony flower is also romantic."

Writer Lin stretched out his hand and wiped the oil on the slender waist of the beauty, before pushing away his lover who was hanging around his neck with a righteous expression: "Stand well, you are all 30 years old. Don't make me coquettish, you thought you were the 24-year-old girl back then!"

What does this mean? Hearing what Fang Yiai said in her heart, she was disgusting that she was already old and yellow. Angrily loosened her hand on her lover’s neck, bit her lower lip angrily, and it took a long time to suffocate a sentence: "You Which young girl do you like again?"

"Oh, hey, don't take the topic away, the little girls have come out, I am the little girl!" Lin Zikui is also twenty-seven and eighteen years old, and naturally there is the capital to say something about the little girl in front of Fang Yiai , But looking at it from another angle, this is just another handful of salt sprinkled on Her Majesty’s wounds naked.

Fang Yiai pushed away the **** who was in front of her and walked angrily to the bedroom door. She found out that Lin Zikui’s mouth became more and more owed as she got older. Seeing that she won’t hold her again. Q!

"Ah!" Before he raised his foot and stepped out of the door, he exclaimed, "Lin Zikui, what are you doing...put me, put me down!"

Walking with ease, Lin Zikui was picked up from behind, and the momentary suspension made the beauty scared enough.

"Rebel!"

"You little fairy, you are not sensible, Lord, I can't conquer you in my heart today, so I have to conquer you physically!"

The wretched uncle who was learning to visit the brothel made a loud noise, raised his leg to close the door, and now I am not afraid that Lin Jinmo's little boy will do her a good thing.

He directly threw Fang Yiai on the bed rudely, then slid onto her body and pressed the beauty under her, and said tortuously: "Didn't you like me being so rude to you? Then continue with the good thing we were ruined this morning! "

"Ah! Lin Zikui, do you dare to be strong against me, I... can't... wait... um, ah... lightly... um, um..."

"Ring Ling Ling..."

"telephone…"

"Never mind it!" What I hate most is that someone interrupts me when I do bad things. Everyone likes to call her at this time, but I have to blame the writer Lin who likes day-to-day prostitution!

But the helpless caller was very persevering. After finishing one call, he called the second one, calling Lin Zikui mad, looking up from the beauty's white chest with a bitter face, and grabbing the mobile phone next to him.

"Wife, it's the child's godmother, can I pick it up?"

Upon hearing this, Her Majesty the Queen also recovered from the bliss, got up and looked at Lin Zikui's cell phone which was still ringing, and said without expression: "How can the old lover call you? reason!"

The words are full of jealousy, and I feel that the yin and yang are weird. Lin Zikui knows that Her Majesty is a jealous, cautious eye and doesn't care about her. She lowered her head and kissed her lover’s chest, which caused Fang Yiai’s anger. After a glance, he switched on the phone.

"Hello? Rulan!"

"Zaikui, aren't you at home? You didn't open the door after I rang the doorbell for a long time. Are you outside?"

"No, I didn't hear it. Wait for me and come out immediately."

After hanging up the phone, Writer Lin looked at the disheveled beauty with her hands on her chest with a guilty conscience. He knew from the stern face that he should pay attention to what he said. He smiled apologetically: "My wife, Rulan is here, I'll go and open the door for her. "

After all, it is the young lady whom Lin writer Mingzhong is marrying. Even if he cares no matter how much he is in his heart, he still shows tolerance and magnanimity. He smiled relievedly, nodded to his lover, and said: "Go, don't let her wait for a long time, me. I got up and put on clothes."

This maternal manner in the world is a model and model. I silently gave a thumbs up to my wife in my heart, so touched!

It’s impossible to say that the queen doesn’t feel wronged in her heart. She is playing an intimate game with her dear husband. She is lingering and forgetting herself, so she is almost stunned. This Qin Rulan came as soon as she said, but she was going home today. Early, at this point, I came to her baby writer, maybe she thought her wife was not at home and wanted to do something bad!

After getting dressed in a hurry, Qin Rulan ran downstairs to open the door. Lin Zikui felt a little sorry, so he hurriedly invited Qin Rulan into the living room to make preparations, and even squeezed a glass of her favorite juice for her.

"I'm sorry Rulan, I'm writing a manuscript in...the study, I didn't hear you..." The words were blushing and heartbeat, and Fang Yiai's whisper in her ear just now was still clear and lingering.

"It's not a problem, I know yours. If you concentrate, you will forget to eat."

"Hehe... Is there anything to do with me?"

"It's okay. I've been busy during this period. I haven't seen you still have Jin Mo for many days, so come and have a look. Didn't it bother you?"

"No, by the way, Momo is in the room, I'll go to help you hug..." The smile disappeared with the sudden disappearance of words, Lin Zikui just remembered that this little guy must still be sad and afraid at this time If she goes to hug, Lin Jinmo will definitely cry again, and change the conversation, "You think of her so, why don't you go hug, she must be very surprised when she sees you."

She frowned suspiciously, and turned her head slightly to observe Lin Zikui. Qin Rulan had been with Lin Zikui for so many years. The words and expressions of the person in front of her were unnatural, she must have closed her eyes, but she couldn't tell. Because of this, I had to give up under hesitation, thinking that the lovely goddaughter would not want to try Lin Zikui's bottomless thoughts here!

Get up from the sofa and walk upstairs.

When pushing open the little guy's room door, before I saw anyone, I heard Lin Jinmo yell pitifully: "Don't Momo, Momo knows it's wrong, so much..."

"Momo, it's Mother Lan."

I don't know what's going on, Qin Rulan followed the voice and saw that the quilt in the center of the bed was bulging out abruptly. What the **** is the little baby hiding in it!