Rebirth, the character of Baifumei cannot fall

In the audio-visual room, Lin Wanyue leaned on the armrest of the sofa, with her legs on the man's legs, staring at the screen intently.

Song Jiajun put one hand on the girl's legs and took out the vibrating phone in his pocket with the other hand.

Lin Wanyue saw that it was Grandpa Song's call and turned down the volume of the movie.

The moment the call was connected, Song Jiajun had no time to say hello and was scolded by the old man.

"Stinky boy! You really ruin the family tradition! Wanyue is so young! Are you a beast!"

"Your old house is on fire, right! Even if you... you have to pay attention to safety! Wanyue is still in school, what do you say now!?"

"If you don't give me a satisfactory answer, get out of the house! I don't have a grandson like you! You are just a grandson!"

The quality of the phone was very good, and the old man's loud voice came out clearly from the phone, and Lin Wanyue heard it clearly.

Song Jiajun moved the phone away and waited until the old man finished scolding before putting it back to his ear.

"Grandpa, what are you talking about?" Song Jiajun was confused by the scolding. What is grandpa thinking?

"You still want to hide it from me! I know that Wanyue is pregnant. What are you going to do?"

Lin Wanyue:......

Song Jiajun rubbed his eyebrows. What is going on? How can someone complain about the little tricks between lovers?

"Who told you that Wanyue is pregnant?"

"Don't you want to admit it? If Xiao Yi hadn't told me, would you not have planned to have this child?"

"I tell you, there is no such bastard in our Song family! You are the only one! I will not be ashamed to see my ancestors when I die!"

"If you dare to attack my great-granddaughter, don't say that I will say bad things about you in front of the King of Hell!"

"Stinky boy! Talk to me! Why are you pretending to be dead!"

Song Jiajun was helpless. It was not that he didn't want to talk, but the old man was so devoted to scolding that he didn't give him a chance to speak.

Seeing the little girl beside him covering her mouth and laughing so hard that her body bent like a shrimp, Song Jiajun pinched the little girl's soles, causing her to let out a soft cry.

"Song Jiajun! What are you doing? Who is next to you? Is it Wanyue?"

"Wanyue is not feeling well now, you should take it easy!!"

"You are quite old, how can you be so careless! If you hurt Wanyue, I will break your legs!"

Song Jiajun held the struggling feet of the little girl and whispered: "Wanyue is not pregnant, don't believe everything you hear."

There was a moment of silence on the other end of the phone, and then the old man said in a slightly relaxed tone: "Not pregnant? Then what do you mean by the mother of the child in the video?"

"We were just joking, you misunderstood."

"Are you sure you didn't lie to me? You don't want to take responsibility and fool an old man like me, right?"

"Grandpa, can you trust your grandson? How old is Wanyue now? Am I lustful?"

Grandpa Song was relieved when he heard his grandson's words. He was a little embarrassed to think that Wanyue also heard it, so he hung up the phone in a hurry.

Seeing that Mr. Song had calmed down, Old Li stood by and said with a smile: "I said that the young master is not such a tactless person. Miss Wanyue is still young, and the young master will not be so impulsive."

At first, Mr. Song did not believe it, but when he saw the video sent by Xiao Yi, he was unsure.

This kid has been like a fool since he got together with Wanyue. I am afraid that he has been holding back for so many years and cannot grasp the scale.

Fortunately, the genes of the old Song family are still positive and have not ruined the family tradition.

But I still feel a little disappointed. I don’t know if this grandson can marry Wanyue home when he is old enough, and when can he meet his great-granddaughter.

Old Li had been with the old man for decades, and could tell what he was thinking at a glance. He comforted him, "Young Master has a girl he likes now, and a great-granddaughter is not far away. Please wait patiently, it's better than when there was no girl around him before?"

Old Master Song nodded. Yes, that boy was probably more anxious than himself to marry Wanyue home. Now that the two of them had just gotten together, and Wanyue was still young, this matter couldn't be rushed.

But he still had to tell the boy to deal with the online matter quickly. He was a grown man and was not afraid of anything. Don't ruin the reputation of Wanyue.

Song Jiajun held the girl's ankle and pulled her towards him with a little force, "What are you laughing at? Are you so happy to see me being scolded?"

"Who told you to talk nonsense? You deserve to be scolded."

Song Jiajun saw that the girl was laughing heartlessly, and leaned over to bite her on the face.

"Ah! Are you born in the Year of the Dog? Why do you bite people when you can't argue?" Lin Wanyue pushed the man's head away, her face full of accusations.

Song Jiajun looks at the little girlThe bite marks on her face were left, and there was a little redness. She couldn't help but frowned: "I'm sorry, did it hurt you?"

The girl was too tender, she didn't even use any strength and it turned red, like a porcelain doll.

"Try it yourself and see if it hurts?"

Song Jiajun rubbed the girl's face and put his face in front of her, "Come on, I'm not afraid of pain."

Lin Wanyue pulled open his collar, bit the man's neck, and sucked twice.

Song Jiajun's body suddenly tensed up, and his hand on the girl's waist gradually tightened, and the lust in his eyes was so strong that it couldn't be dissolved.

Looking back at the camera in the room, Song Jiajun stood up and took off the pillowcase of the pillow and covered the camera.

Lin Wanyue saw the man's action and felt that something was wrong and turned to run out the door, but Song Jiajun grabbed her waist and took her back before she even touched the door handle.

"Brother, you... calm down... there are cameras in the room!" Lin Wanyue held the microphone on her collar and held the other hand between the two of them.

Feeling the burning temperature of the man's chest coming from her palm, she couldn't help but curl her fingers.

"It's okay, I covered it up, so you can't see anything."

Even if you can't see it, there are still sounds! Besides, isn't it a sign of being cunning if you cover it up now?

Lin Wanyue just opened her mouth to speak but was blocked by the man. Their lips and teeth blended, and the air in the audio-visual room became hot.

Song Jiajun tore off the microphones on the collars of the two people and threw them on the ground. He was a little out of control and kissed very hard, wishing he could swallow the soft little girl in front of him whole.

Lin Wanyue raised her head to endure the storm from the man, her body was weak, and if she hadn't been held by the man, she might have been sitting on the ground now.

Feeling that the little girl couldn't bear it, Song Jiajun pinched her thin waist and lifted her up and hung her on him.

Lin Wanyue wrapped her arms around the man's neck and hung her legs around his waist. The exposed part of her calves was slender and smooth, and dazzlingly white under the light of the curtain.