Chu Shao's sweet wife is beautiful and wild

Chapter 1197 Where are you going?

"Bun." The man put his mouth on her fleshy earlobe.

The breath sprayed in her cochlea, itching and numb.

Tickle her heart.

She shrank her head, hummed and chirped twice, and in the next second, the head she avoided was forcefully pulled back by Young Master Chu.

"Hide me, huh?" The man's dark eyes seemed to be filled with countless stars.

Brilliant.

She stared blankly into the bottom of his eyes, those deep eyes, like two whirlpools, wanted to suck her in.

After a long time, her jaw hurt and she was pinched by Young Master Chu before she protested, "Don't pinch me."

"Where are you pinching the buns?" Young Master Chu moved his hands down and landed on the buns.

Yan Yiren patted his hand away and cursed in a low voice: "Rogue."

rogue?

Good scolding.

Young Master Chu's deep laughter overflowed from his chest. He lowered his head and rubbed the tip of his nose against hers: "Baozi, do you want to?"

Yan Yiren bit her lips, suffocating for breath, her eyes dodged in all directions, she refused to speak or answer him directly.

Young Master Chu's hands, as old as a horse, started to ignite a fire on her body.

Knowing that she is pregnant now, she still tortured him.

What a necrosis!
She was tortured so badly that she buried her head in the socket of his neck, her voice seemed to be tinged with mist: "You are bad."

"What's wrong, huh?"

Yan Yiren grabbed his hand and wanted to take it out, but he just didn't want to play tricks on her.

At the end, Yan Baozi's eyes were wet, and he was about to cry at any moment to show him. Young Master Chu lovingly kissed her eyes, "Don't cry, be good."

Don't tease her anymore, Master Chu concentrates on serving her.

After a long time, Yan Baozi blushed, leaned his head on his shoulder, and fell asleep.

The mobile phone on the bedside table vibrated, and Master Chu kissed Yan Yiren's smooth forehead, and gently placed her head on the pillow.

He moved very lightly, carefully took the phone, and left the bedroom.

The phone number is the space number, this type of card is anonymous and the source is not recorded.

"Who?"

The sound of turning on the voice changer was as weird as it came from an ancient tomb: "There will be no children in February... There will be no children in February... There will be no children in February..."

This sentence was repeated over and over again like a machine.

Chu Huaijin frowned, "Who are you?"

What he answered was still the monotonous, empty, gloomy and weird words.

There will be no children in February, and the Yanyi people are expected to give birth in February.

What does this person indicate?
After hanging up the phone, Young Master Chu frowned, who the hell is it!
"Chen Ce, stop what's in your hands first, and go check it out. Who else has inquired about Baozi's due date?"

"Young Madam's expected date of delivery has been known?"

"Well, go check it out right away, I want to know who it is." Who is it, playing a prank.

No, maybe it wasn't a prank, but a warning to him.

Oh, I'm really overwhelmed!

Chu Huaijin squeezed the phone tightly, and if he found out who it was, it would be frustrating.

Threatening him with his children was asking for death.

He went to the yard, smoked for a while, and then returned to the bedroom.

The movement of him lying down woke up Yan Yiren, her thick and long eyelashes trembled twice, and she quietly opened her eyes.

She blinked, raised her hand, and hugged him, her voice was soft and sleepy: "Where are you going?"

"I'm not going anywhere, just stay here with you. Go to sleep."

(End of this chapter)