Madam Dihao is not good

Then there was the sound of the key turning.

Aunt Li only glanced at the room, then immediately backed away knowingly and lowered her head.

"Heat the food and bring it to the room."

After Su Shijie gave his orders, he closed the door, frowned and looked around the room.

Messy clothes were scattered all over the floor, and the big bed was also a mess. [

Everything remains as it was when he left.Even, because the doors and windows were closed, the lustful atmosphere still filled the room and did not dissipate.

Looking at the woman on the bed again, her two slender legs were exposed, and her face was flushed with a charming blush.

With a thought, Su Shijie took off his coat, folded up his two shirt cuffs, and walked slowly to the bed.

Examining the marks that belonged to him on her body, the corners of his mouth curled up in satisfaction.

He pulled off the quilt, leaned on the bed, and took her legs...

Chanel woke up with a stabbing pain, opened her eyes, and saw the fierce rhythmic person on her body.

In a trance, I thought I was still last night.

Chanel frowned in pain, and put her hands on his chest: "Su Shijie, I'm sleepy, I don't want it anymore, I don't want it anymore..."

Sleepy?After sleeping for a whole day, she still said she was sleepy?

Su Shijie kissed her lips: "It's getting dark, how dare you say you're sleepy?"

The big bed kept shaking with his twitching.

Chanel was weak all over, as if her bones had been broken apart, she groaned softly as she endured every violent impact from him.

After a long time, the voice gradually stopped...

Chanel regretted her actions last night, her guts were green.

Why did she grab the corner of his clothes with so many hands?Why say "I want kids?"

child……

Speaking of children, Chanel remembered an important thing.

Nestled in Su Shijie's arms, she raised her head and asked, "Do you want a boy or a girl?"

My sister kept saying that she was going to have a son.But for children, how can you want a boy to be a boy? [

Su Shijie leaned back against the head of the bed, held her with one hand, slowly smoked a cigar, and thought for a while: "I want it all."

He had never thought of having children before.

It should be said that he didn't think about it before Chanel said that sentence yesterday.