Rich Mommy's Talented Sons

That's right, he really had become fat.

Because he had lost weight before, he bought a new set of clothes. As a result, it felt very tiring to wear today.

She didn't notice the sneering expression of the man on the bed, so she found a loose shirt in frustration. This time, it seemed to fit him perfectly.

"What should I do now?" She looked like a child who couldn't eat sugar.

He came down naked and hugged her from behind. He kissed her hair. "What should I do? I'm getting more and more like you."

Before she could react, he gently kissed her alluring red lips, and the two of them were entangled together as if they were made of paint. The clothes that he had just put on were stripped off again and slowly fell onto the bed.

Not long later, the delicate breathing of a woman and the low growl of a man could be heard.

This summer morning had once again become full of spring.

When she woke up again, it was dark in the bedroom. She was alone.

Diwu Yue thought vexedly, and was tricked to the top of his bed again. Next time, you must hold it back.

"Wife, my head hurts." Xuan Yiche's face turned pale as he looked pitifully at Diwu Yue who was standing there dressed neatly.

She looked at him suspiciously. Why did he have such a headache?

"Just wait, I'll get you a doctor." As he spoke, he turned around to leave.

"Wife, look and see if I have a fever." Just as she was puzzled, he let out a few painful moans.

Diwu Yue did not doubt his words, he immediately went to the side of the bed and sat down, then placed his small hands on his forehead.

Strange, it's fine, it's not hot!

"It's very normal. It's not hot at all!" She frowned and muttered to herself.

"You're touching it. I feel like my head is about to split open." Hearing his words, Diwu Yue's eyes narrowed, and Xuan Yiche's face immediately became pale again.

Isn't this too real! Diwu Yue was speechless, but he was afraid that Yue Yang might really be sick. He had to test the temperature of his forehead again.

If he wasn't careful, he would have been brought to the top of the bed and pressed down by a man who was acting like he was sick.

"Xuan Yiche, you actually tried to pretend to be sick." Diwu Yue's eyes were wide open as he glared at the charming man in front of him.

Xuan Yiche no longer looked so sickly, he was definitely full of energy.

"Wife, I'm really sick. Feel it if you don't believe me." He grabbed her small hand and walked down her chest, stopping at her waist.

He looked at Diwu Yue with a wronged expression, "Wifey, I'm really sick."

Diwu Yue gnashed his teeth, "I think you're quite sick."

"That's right, that's why they asked you to treat them!"

Diwu Yue gritted his teeth in anger. The harsh words that he was about to blurt out were stuck in his mouth.

"Young Master hasn't entered the nursery yet?"

"I know the Old Madame's words. Young Master has been coming back very late recently, so when he returned, he went to his room to sleep. On the other side, Young Master only went to take a look after Lady Zi left once, and that was after you left. " The steward was diligent in reporting on his work.

Old Madame Diwu's muddy eyes carried a shrewd look, proving that she hadn't become muddle-headed because of her old age.

"Continue watching. Pay more attention to Young Master."

The housekeeper left the study, the old lady sat quietly for a while, then she took her crutch and walked slowly to the nursery. The two little fellows were playing with the nanny and were in good spirits. The two nannies saw her come in and quickly pushed her aside.