Words are addressed to Chu Feiyuan.
"Don’t ask your dad." Chufei stared at her with a cold voice.
"Don’t ask" Song Anqiao hesitated for a moment "You did the right thing, there is nothing to ask"
Looking at Song Anqiao with deep and dark eyes, Chu Fei observed her for a long time and slowly said, "Don’t blame me for your father’s culpability, including Jiang He’s mother."
"…" Song Anqiao held her breath and froze there, crying in her arms.
Chu Fei hugged his daughter far away, gave her to her mother and then turned back to the bedroom.
The old lady was frightened. "You come out a little far away."
"Grandma, I have something to discuss with Qiao Mei." Chu Feiyuan frowned. "Don’t worry about us."
"Have something to say" The old lady doesn’t trust "The two should get along with each other …"
"I know, grandma," Chu Feiyuan said, "Trust me."
The old lady shook her head and sighed and stayed by the door. She would listen to Lou Xiaoxiao’s rice cake and cry badly, so she went upstairs again.
Song anqiao got up and wanted to go out to coax his daughter, but Chu Feiyuan grabbed his wrist. "What are you going to do before we finish talking about things?"
"Little rice cake cried" Song Anqiao didn’t look at him and looked straight at the door.
"Mom will coax" Chu Feiyuan’s tone is faint "Sit down and talk to me for a while first"
Song Anqiao looked up at him. "I really have nothing to say. You have no problem with me when you let the police take him away."
Her voice was calm and clear, and her eyes were not angry.
Chu Fei suddenly twisted the eyebrows and reached out to touch the corner of her eye. "You don’t need to hide your feelings when you feel uncomfortable. You cried outside, and there is no need to hold back at home. If you want to scold me, you can call me if you want. Just don’t deal with me like this."
The last sentence is a bit heavy, and it sounds a bit angry.
Song anqiao felt bad after listening to this. "Chu Feiyuan, can you leave me alone? I always need to accept this kind of thing, don’t I?"
Take a deep breath and Song Anqiao’s eyes are cool. "No matter how I feel now, I know I don’t hate you."
The sound is calm and indifferent. Song Anqiao tries his best to hide his emotions that are about to collapse
She doesn’t hate Chu Fei-yuan. I really don’t hate Chu Fei-yuan. She cares that he won’t tell her to arrest her father first.
She’s not making trouble. She wants him to talk. She won’t stop him from arresting people. It’s …
Is it really hard to tell her?
Chufei looked at her from afar and knew that she was not as calm as she seemed. She put her arms around her tightly and bowed her head to kiss her lips.
Song anqiao tilted his head and struggled in his arms. "Chu Feiyuan, can’t you talk so well?"
She’s in a bad mood, and she doesn’t want him to be intimate.
Chu Fei’s distant eyes are dim and the voice is low. "There is no conflict between speaking and doing things."
Song anqiao was annoyed with his little hand and pushed him hard. However, her strength was limited and she was really not his opponent. Without Sanliang herself in his arms, she was already flustered.
He pointed at the last button of her clothes, and the snow-white skin was exposed to the air. His breath was upset and the burning breath contained her lips and swallowed kisses on her mouth and cheeks.
Song anqiao refused to reject it. He felt his mouth hurt and his chest hurt more when he rubbed it.
Pushing and struggling, Chu Fei took her to bed with great strength. She wore a pair of tight jeans and couldn’t take it off. Chu Fei’s finger was scratched by a zipper.
He noticed that his blood was boiling instantly by sticking his hand in his underwear.
Song anqiao kneels and kicks him. Chufei is far from moving, but he hides and suppresses her. She doesn’t cooperate with her, which makes his heart very annoyed and dry.
There is a strong feeling in the corner of his eyebrows and eyes. It is his only thought now to want her.
Song Anqiao is about to cry. The man is strong and overbearing, and his breath is like a pair of big hands tightly tied to her. Her resistance makes Chu Fei’s eyes look deeper and deeper, and somewhere it is getting hotter and hotter.
Rising temperature, rough breathing, Chu Fei grabbed her slender waist and mouth, and sucked her tongue. Song Anqiao’s whole body jerked, and his face was slightly closer to her …
Knock on the door suddenly rang.
Outside the door, the old lady’s voice is mixed with the child’s crying. "Big Jojo’s little rice cake is crying, even if it’s hungry. Come out and have a look."
This exploding sound froze both of them. Chu Fei’s eyebrows were locked and his face was extremely ugly. If he hadn’t done it yet, he would have to extinguish the fire and suppress the pain.
Thirty seconds later, Chu Fei-yuan looked gloomy and took his daughter back from the old lady’s arms. The old lady probed, "Where’s Big Jojo?"
"Inside" Chu Fei is hoarse in the distance.
The old lady breathed a sigh of relief. "If you don’t make trouble, just go in and coax the children."
ChuFei far low "well" the door.
The little rice cake cried and turned red. Song Anqiao simply washed it, walked out of the washing room in a silk nightgown, took the little rice cake and sat down on the sofa to feed the children.
Chu Fei was far away in front of her, and Song Anqiao didn’t dare to look at him. He couldn’t hide his embarrassment by peeking at his suit and trousers.
"A full child is hungry, Dad"
He suddenly floated out of Song Anqiao and closed his eyes at once.
Chapter 241 But I love you.
The little rice cake slept when it was full, and Chufei took a cold shower, so they both calmed down.
The daughter is sleeping in their bed, and they are sitting on the bed watching her.
Chu Fei reached out and held Song Anqiao’s small hand with elegant voice. "I admit that I didn’t tell you because I didn’t believe you, and I was afraid that you wouldn’t listen to you and make me laugh, so I let them go."
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