Chapter 998

Maybe it's because of a lot of wine, or maybe it's really too excited. Zheng Zhiyuan, who just dodged and covered up, suddenly opened his talk box, saying all about Mr. Feng's rumors and secrets.

And his love story.

It's said that Mr. Feng loves his wife and children very much. Now it seems that he really does. He left Paris for his wife and children.

Zheng Zhiyuan later said, "no, no, I have to go back and think about how to make an appointment with Mr. Xia Feng. I'm sorry, Mr. Rong. I'll go first."

Regardless of Rong Mingyuan's obstruction, Zheng Zhiyuan gets up and leaves with his overcoat.

Rong Mingyuan finally met Zheng Zhiyuan tonight and ended the meeting so easily.

But it's not nothing, at least he finally gave up, this woman is not su ran. Because her twins belong to Feng Jingmo.

Heart, or hard empty a piece. Take the wine cup on the table, just want to drink, think of his fragile stomach, so put it down again, stiffly resist the impulse to drink.

At least for this time, he can't fall down again.

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because meeting an unknown person is like a rat excrement spoiling a pot of porridge, song ruochu's mood fell to the bottom and was obviously absent-minded.

Fortunately, Feng jingmoti's way is that he takes Feng Yanxi to see Hulu WA, and she is responsible for accompanying Feng to see Princess pea one by one, so she can indulge her imagination in this dark environment.

The colorful pictures kept beating in front of her eyes, but she didn't know where to swim.

So that after the scene ended, Feng asked her a few questions one by one, and she couldn't answer any of them. She couldn't even publish a word.

Feng Jingmo over there is very good at answering Feng Yanxi's questions. After hearing that, Feng Yiyi is jealous: "Mom, why can dad answer all these questions? Next time I want my dad to accompany me, you don't pay attention."

She couldn't lift her head. Feng Jingmo took a look at her embarrassed face and took over Feng Yi with a smile: "darling, tell Dad, what don't you understand? Let's see if Dad can give full play to his intelligence. Can you give us an answer?"

"Well, Dad can do it."

Looking at their figure in front of them, song ruochu quickly eliminated those thoughts that he should not have, restrained his mind and caught up with them.

It's very late. Although the two children are still in the mood, they can't resist the attack of sleepiness.

Feng Jingmo smiles and pats them on the head: "good, go to sleep, dad will take you to play tomorrow."

"Good."

After returning home, Feng Jingmo asked her to take a bath first, while she was responsible for settling the two children. Song ruochu nodded. When she came out with a white bath towel and wiped her hair, Feng Jingmo just pushed the door in.

She was very surprised: "they fell asleep so soon? I'm not even bothering you to tell stories? "

Feng Jingmo took off his suit coat and approached her while unbuttoning. Then he took advantage of her unprepared and held her in his arms: "because I told them that mom and dad would whisper at night, they automatically drove me out."

He took the towel from her hand, wet black hair spread over her shoulder, and then began to take off her thick white bathrobe, making fun of her: "ruochu, I didn't bring all the bathrobes you used to wear, didn't you like to wear bathrobes in front of me at home?"

Song ruochu pressed his hand awkwardly: "it's not France here. It's not good for WAN yiyanxihe to come in one by one. By the way, you've been tired all day. You can take a bath too."

He nodded with a smile and held out his hand to touch her delicate face: "we haven't seen each other for such a long time. It's time for us to have a good chat. You go to bed first - wait for me."

His charming smile at the corners of his mouth and the teasing smile at the corners of his eyes convey a hint to song ruochu.

It was a chance she had been looking forward to for a long time, but now it was all destroyed.

Feng Jingmo just came out with a white bath towel around his waist. His slender body showed a lot of fat. His face was very white and clean, but his skin was healthy and bronze. This is the result of his long-term exercise and exposure to the sun. You may not think of the hard work that a person who can't Tan in the sun would have to pay.

Feng Jingmo lay down on the empty seat next to her, with one hand across her waist, and asked her with a smile: "ruochu, are you thinking about countermeasures and steps? I'm really looking forward to it. "

Song ruochu reluctantly pulled out a smile, but before she spoke, he pinched her long wet hair and said, "you are really a little trouble. Come on, let's blow our hair first and dry it before we go on with the next thing."

He found the hair dryer from the bed head cabinet and helped her blow her hair in person.

Black hair is flying at the tip of his fingers. Song ruochu sees his serious appearance in the makeup mirror in front of him. His self reproach and discomfort explode in his heart. He quietly waits until he finishes blowing. Then he picks up the hair dryer and says, "sit down, and I'll blow for you."

He said yes with a smile.

I don't know when he took the hair dryer. He gently put her on the bed, bent down to bully her, looked at her beautiful face, kissed her cold mouth, skillfully guided her, let her relax. Song ruochu tried to put himself into it, didn't think about what he had, and tried to comply with his guidance, in order to accept him smoothly this time Although the lower part of the body is still sour, she doesn't spoil his interest. For so many years, this seems to be the only way she can thank him.However, no matter how much she did psychological construction for herself, and no matter how much foreplay and effort Mr. Feng did, when he went to untie her bathrobe, he still depressed and pressed his hand, bit his lower lip and murmured an apology: "Mr. Feng, I'm sorry, I..."

She still can't do it. She can't do anything. Not in France, not even now.

In his dark eyes, he could see that he was quite disappointed, but he retreated with gentlemanly style. He didn't mean to force her to lie down beside the bed, and comforted her in turn: "it doesn't matter, ruochou, don't blame yourself, it's not your fault, but in a few days, I'll take you to see a doctor."

She said sorry again. He said that she was a fool. He reached for her soft black hair and helped her cover it with a quilt: "we are husband and wife. What are you sorry for? Let's go and have a look."

Maybe outsiders really can't imagine that Mr. Feng loves his wife and children so much, but in the past years, they haven't had a relationship at all.

Song ruochu didn't know how he gave birth to the twins. At the beginning of her life, she spent a year and a half resting in the hospital because of physical discomfort. During that time, Mr. Feng took good care of her every day. She was so moved that she always wanted to repay him when she recovered.

Mr. Feng always said yes.

However, half a year after she recovered and was discharged from hospital, they were sleeping in the same bed. Mr. Feng held her every night, but he didn't do anything out of order. This made song ruochu wonder if he was really so unattractive to him?

So she began to try every means to attract his attention, even can arouse his interest, after more than half a year of efforts, finally once, she was unexpected success.

However, at the last moment when Mr. Feng was going to hit the home run, she had a strong resistance reaction and pushed Mr. Feng away.

At first, Mr. Feng thought that she was not used to it and ridiculed her for a long time. But later, he finally believed that she was not used to it, but could not really accept the integration with him.

Mr. Feng has been waiting, a gentleman waiting patiently. Until now, even she felt sorry, so she had no objection to Feng Jingmo's proposal to see a psychologist.

Now, I don't know what to do.

But she won't disobey him.

Feng Jingmo went to make an appointment with the doctor the next day, but it happened that the doctor was going to give a lecture tour these days and would come back in a few days. Feng Jingmo didn't force him either. It happened that Zheng Zhiyuan knew that he was proficient in equestrian. Today, there was a big equestrian competition in the equestrian club, so he invited him to watch it, and he took song ruochu with him.

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and song Lei came to meet Rong Mingyuan: "Mr. Rong, shall we go to the racecourse first?"

He raised the volume a little bit more than usual.

"Go to a beauty salon." Rong Mingyuan responded lightly.

Yang Qingge spent the whole night in ahuo's beauty salon, and suddenly received the news of Zheng Zhiyuan's return, which was really startled. Zheng Zhiyuan's itinerary has always been planned in advance, and she has never been caught off guard like this.

Quickly push away the fire on her body, she said: "the old man is back, I have to go back."

Ah Huo couldn't bear to hold her tightly: "can't we not go?"

"Don't make trouble. You don't know what's going on. If he finds out, we all have to play. Let me go."

Wearing sunglasses out of the beauty salon, just ready to go to their own car, the result, a black tiger stopped in front of her, Rong Mingyuan's face from the rolled down window revealed: "Miss Yang, so coincidentally, where to go, I give you a ride."

Yang Qingge's heart beat a sudden, but still strong from calm answer: "no, I have a car, not good."

"Miss Yang didn't ask me where I was going. How could she know it wasn't going well? To be honest, I was going to see Mr. Zheng." His lips slightly hook, but Yang Qingge read some unusual taste from his face.

Ah Huo came out with Yang Qingge before he left.

Rong Mingyuan gives her a clear smile. Yang Qingge opens the car door and takes the position of CO pilot.

As song Lei drove forward, Rong Mingyuan sat in the back seat and said with a smile, "Miss Yang is really in a good mood. She always comes to this shop for beauty because of the high level of technicians here?"

"I'm too lazy to change when I'm done." Yang Qingge answered silently.

"Oh, really? Since Miss Yang has been able to do this for so many years, she must be skilled. Another day, I should invite Mr. Zheng to come here and have a taste of the beautician's skills. What do you think of Miss Yang?"

Yang Qingge almost broke his silver teeth and laughed twice: "Mr. Rong, people in the Ming Dynasty don't talk in secret. If you want to say anything, you can say it quickly. It's really hard for people to get used to beating around the bush."