Hundred Days of Joy: The President's Contract Wife

Feeling the concubine's love from the man behind her, and feeling the big hand rubbing against her behind, her heart collapsed in an instant, she bit the corner of her lip hard, and murmured in a low voice like a mosquito. : "Sleep, Leng Linghan."

She doesn't want to keep pestering her anymore, she is really a useless woman, can she not bear such a gentle tease at all?Want to forgive just a few words?

With a hook of the thin lips, an indescribable tenderness radiated from the jet-black eyes, but the seemingly calm pupils were full of waves, and the hand holding Su Yan from behind was also slightly exerted, showing a sexy yet cold chest. It touched Su Yan's soft and boneless back, and slowly scrubbed it, causing waves of tingling and itching.

Her body froze slightly, but she wanted to escape from the man's embrace but was imprisoned tightly, her tightly clenched fists finally relaxed after repeated struggles, squinting her eyes and waiting for Duke Zhou.

Smiling lightly, Uncle Leng's eyes were filled with tenderness and doting that he had never seen before, and his big hands moved irregularly on the smooth back bit by bit.

divorce!dream!

To be honest, Su Yan doesn't have to get a divorce, who wouldn't be jealous of this woman, besides, Elsa? Absolute beauty, like a girl walking out of a painting, should enjoy the favor and praise of thousands of people.

So, when Aisha Kona knew that Leng Linghan sent the email, she felt as if she was being scratched by a kitten. She felt uncomfortable in every way. Of course, she lost her temper because she didn't know the content of the email. Later, when she knew the content of the email, she realized that she was making trouble for no reason.

Fortunately, Uncle Leng spoiled himself as if he was his life, and he didn't take it seriously at all.

That's good too, the little girl should be tolerant, otherwise she won't know that the family is making a big fuss!

When I woke up in the morning, the head of the bed was already empty, the little heart twitched slightly and got up out of bed habitually, my eyes fell on the small note left on the head of the bed, and my thin lips smiled .

Isn't it possible to send text messages?What's wrong with Leng Linghan that he has to write these and other notes, it's very hypocritical.

Elegantly holding the note and opening it, the corners of her mouth twitched slightly inadvertently. He said on the note that tomorrow is Dad's birthday, and he said on the note that tomorrow is Dad's birthday. Practice hard, twisting and turning like an earthworm is crawling, it really has the atmosphere of hurting the cold.

Putting the note away, just as the clothes on the bed were about to go out, I saw Lele standing at the door with a sad face on his face. At first glance, this little thing was staring at him with gritted teeth like a resentful woman, dragging the homework in his hand Ben was also spoiled in a bad way.

What happened to this little guy so early in the morning?

After a brief questioning, she found out that it was Uncle Leng who woke them up before dawn, and said that he would get up an hour earlier in the morning to write a copybook.

Damn, convulsions aren't they?

Seeing the little figure standing at the door weeping, her heart was in lumpy pain. Without saying a word, she hurried over and hugged Lele in her arms. Before she had time to comfort her, she burst into tears with the sound of mother, " Mom, I don't want my surname to be Leng anymore, Dad said my handwriting is not good-looking, it really hurts the style of Leng's family."

Patting his son's back lightly with his hands is funny and angry, but he has to say that Leng Linghan is right. How can it be written like chicken feet in today's society? It is very useful to practice calligraphy Necessary, but thinking of his son's torment of waking up early, Leng Linghan's whole family greeted Shibabian in his heart.

Is it like this for my son?

"Hey, tell mom if you want to practice calligraphy?" Su Yan stared at the little thing's tears with her purple blue eyes, and carefully wiped the tears with her hands, her eyes were full of distress.

Sniffing, crying, Tata nodded and sobbed: "Mom, I know my handwriting is very bad, but I can't get up this morning, and my father said that if I can't get up, I have to get up half an hour earlier every morning." Hour."

Getting up at six o'clock now would kill the little thing, let alone get up half an hour earlier, which would cause her to die of exhaustion.

Listening to Lele's words, she wished she could strangle that man to death. What was she trying to do? This was her own son.

"Son, it's okay. I told your father to practice writing when I have time in the evening. Just come back to check at night."

Hearing this, Lele nodded desperately, and planted a big kiss on Su Yan's cheek, "Thank you mom."

puff!This little guy is so cute.

Not to mention that the handling of this matter is really simple, Leng Linghan agreed immediately, but when he checked the homework of this little thing for the first time, he was messed up and didn't react for a long time.

Brat, even as he was writing, he drew something on the homework paper that he didn't know if it was a turtle or a bastard.

He frowned, and his jet-black eyes radiated a cold stream, staring at the little thing who was still intoxicated on the TV and shouted in a muffled voice: "Leng Lele, get out of here!"

This is the first time he has spoken out his son's full name.

Hearing this sound, Lele's heart trembled slightly, and she quickly jumped off the sofa and ran to Leng Linghan's side, but why is this little thing like Mao making a mistake and still being so stupid?

Still laugh! Laugh at your sister!

Trying to make his expression serious, he put the homework paper on the table heavily, and there was nothing but anger in his violent eyes, his eyes were meticulous and vicious.

"Leng Lele, I told you to write something you drew for me."

"Turtle." The answer was fluent, and even the little eyes were slightly closed, which was so cute.

His brows were still tightly frowned. If he didn't feel sorry for this kid, he might have slapped him with a slap. Strongly suppressing the urge to hit someone in his heart, Uncle Leng asked sternly, "I told you to write and you draw a turtle for me." , What exactly do you want to do!"

I knew my father asked this question a long time ago. Fortunately, my mother saw this tortoise in the afternoon and told me a good way, so I stood in front of my father without any pressure or fear.

With a dignified look on his face, he still looks like that when he speaks solemnly.

"Tomorrow is my grandpa's birthday. Since I was young, I had no job or money to give him gifts, so I had no choice but to draw a turtle to wish grandpa a long life."

Knock, what he said is clear and precise, but what kind of person is Leng Linghan who doesn't know who said it? Lele, who doesn't know a few small characters, will understand that the tortoise means eternal life, nonsense!

His cold gaze fell on the figure who was busy in the kitchen, he narrowed his eyes slightly, and shouted sharply, "The woman in the kitchen, please come out."

Damn, I can't even bear to say my name when I'm so angry, who told me that this mother can't be a good mother?Fuck something!

Washed his hands before coming out, and saw his man unbutton two or three buttons to reveal the sexy and vigorous arc, as well as the bronze skin, all of which are absolutely tempting, and what is even more unbelievable is that the Adam's apple twisted unconsciously. Move a little, even though it's just a momentary movement, Leng Linghan can catch it.

This woman's integrity is broken.

Sensing the strange gaze from her, Leng Linghan coughed lightly, fastened the two buttons as if nothing had happened, and then raised her eyes, the black eyes were full of questioning.

"How do you explain this tortoise? It will live forever?"

The tone was too serious, but fortunately, he thought of a perfect plan before that, so he kept laughing without opening his mouth, "Leng Linghan, this Lele is also a filial child, isn't it Dad's birthday tomorrow? When the child practiced, he always wanted to give his grandfather a gift, so he accidentally drew a turtle to wish his old man a long life."

Damn it!

This is pure nonsense, isn't it?

Uncle Leng's face turned dark all of a sudden, with gorgeous black lines.

Then green, then green.

Finally got up with a bang, pointed at the homework book, "You like drawing, don't you? Draw a hundred turtles for me tonight, and show it to your grandpa tomorrow."

After finishing speaking, he resolutely left, leaving the mother and son messy in the living room.

It is said that Lele is very bitter, but why is there no movement at all?

To be honest, Ranran's handwriting is worse than Lele's, but he has the courage to correct it. That's why the kid practiced hard for two hours after Leng Linghan said it that night, and then showed it to Leng Linghan Naturally, there is no such thing as getting up in the morning to practice, and now the kid is still sleeping in a herringbone on the bed.

A person's bed is very good, there is no pressure to move left and right!

One word to describe it is cool!

Two words: so cool.

Three words: Awesome.

After the above summary, one sentence is: It's so fucking cool.

Is this little thing so frustrating?

In the end, of course, by the time he drew a hundred turtles, it was almost dinner time. He frowned tightly and looked at the charming tortoise, with a slight rippling at the corner of his mouth, and he paused for a moment with sharp eyes. It fell on the silly Lele.

"Son, you don't want to come out?"

Don't look at Leng Ling's serious look now, not to mention that he feels as if he has discovered a new world in his heart, he is very happy, this kid's paintings are really good, it's amazing.

Maybe you can also train your children from here.

He raised his head tremblingly and just saw his father's unshakable eyes, he pulled his fist into his little fist and nodded heavily to admit it, of course he didn't forget to apologize softly, "Dad, I can't draw well, don't hit me, I will definitely be good in the future Writing, okay?"

In this life, I am not afraid of anything, but I am afraid of the man-eating eyes of my father, staring directly at me feels very irritating, and the man who keeps saying it is not suitable now.

And at this moment, a delicate and soft sentence came from behind, and looking back, it turned out to be Su Baobao, whom I hadn't seen for a long time, this little girl grew more and more succulent, very pretty.

After glaring at Lele fiercely, Leng Linghan calmly got up and walked over to welcome the guests.

Damn it, how could I forget that this damn Baby Su is a weirdo, not only did he hear a burst of banter just as he walked past, he also had a giggling smile on his face.

"Uncle, why is your face still green and dark? Although you have a wife, it is necessary to pay attention to your own image, you know?"

Gorgeous black lines fell on Uncle Leng's forehead. Seeing this serious-faced Su Baobao, he really wanted to strangle him to death. Did this child mature a little earlier? How many men will he harm when he grows up?

Shangguan Yuyan's expression was also very unnatural, she touched her nose in embarrassment and apologized to Leng Linghan before berating Su Baobao in a low voice, her expression can be regarded as serious.

"Why didn't you promise my mother when I first came here, that you didn't say not to talk nonsense, why didn't you listen?"

These days, Su Lun and his wife dare not take their daughter out. If they go out, they will accidentally offend others. Su Baobao never talks through his brain, and he just blows cannons when he speaks. Just this morning At that time, the child finally couldn't help but had to come to see Lele, and only let him come after repeated urgings.

But before his mother's ass sat on the bench, the mouth started again!

Awkward!embarrassing!Hot and hot!

Who knew that Baby Su would raise his head shamelessly, staring at his mother with big eyes, like a little adult.