101 Marriage Proposals: Hei Di's Sky-high Lover

"Young Madam, you go in first, it's cold outside."

Leng Heng asked people to drive the car into the garage, and then led her into the house with her luggage.

Changshang let out a groan, then frowned and glanced at the whole garden.

"You have been away for the past two years, and you are often busy. The manor lacks the management of the owner, and it looks a bit defeated in winter. Tomorrow, I will ask the gardener to trim it, and then lay a new lawn and your favorite flowers. "

Standing beside him coldly, he made a brief explanation.

Changshang's eyes darkened for a moment, then she nodded, and said to little Cheche who was standing at her feet, "Che'er, we're home."

Little Cheche also imitated her and took a deep breath, with a somewhat more arrogant posture, and was reluctant to enter the door in a fluctuating manner.

Mingming wants to see his father all day long, and obviously every time his mother paints his home beautifully, he can't wait to see it right away, but the reality is really far from the imagination, Mommy must be lying to him, right?Why……

For example, my mother said that the house is beautiful, as beautiful as the world in a fairy tale, but he really didn't see how beautiful it is, there are dead branches and rotten leaves everywhere, how can this kind of place be called beautiful?Is there a problem with my mother's aesthetics?

So is it true that Mom’s other words are also unbelievable?Mother said that father loved him, and Xiao Cheche held his forehead, shaking off his sweat in secret: Let fate, if father doesn't love me, don't love father either, hmph, he is not the kind of boy who rarely cares about father's love.

The little boy puffed out his mouth and blew a small bubble, bang, the bubble burst.

The bubble in his heart also burst, but he still showed a look of indifference to cover up the disappointment in his heart.

……

"Little Cheche, this is your former room. Look, there are still photos of you on the wall, photos of Dad hugging you, and photos of Mom and Dad taking photos with you. Tonight, you and Zuo Zuo Let's sleep in this room together, okay?"

Little Cheche stared at the little one who was about the same age as Zuo Zuo, tilted his head and pointed at the photo: "Mom, is this Dad?"

"That's right, this is Che'er and Zuo Zuo's father. Does Che'er think his father is handsome?"

Little Cheche pursed his lips. He didn't know what happened tonight. He was unhappy all the time. His face was tense all the time. He seemed to be throwing a temper tantrum, but he tried his best to hold back. He made a face like someone owed him millions.

Changshang was helpless, this child must have lost his temper because he saw his father coming to pick him up in person before he got home, and he didn't even show up until now.

Hey, I just hope Chang Mian can come back soon.

After a tiring day, she hurriedly took a shower and slept on that familiar but cold bed.

She has always had a cold physique, and she can't even cover herself in winter to warm the bed. Unlike Chang Mian, her body is like a stove no matter whether it is spring, summer, autumn or winter.

……

In the middle of the night, I fell asleep in a daze.

Suddenly, she felt someone encircling her body from behind in the dark, and her lips were pressed against her back like raindrops. Moreover, it was a crazy torrential rain, which instantly swept away all her rationality.

"Chang...Chang Mian..." The rest of the words were swallowed up.

He turned her over, directly biting her pajamas with his teeth, forcibly separated her legs, and rushed into her dry body without any prelude.

Tears burst out of Changshang's eyes in an instant, not because of his unexpected intrusion, but because of his deep love for this man, so strong that he couldn't speak.

Her tears burned his heart, Chang Mian pinched her waist with both hands, and wrapped her legs around his thin waist, and then, her movements were extremely ferocious, every time she stood up and sprinted, it seemed that she was going to kill her directly. torn.

And his lips were trembling, his voice was hoarse and low, more like crying than hers: "Shangshang, why are you crying?"