Queen, Forced Marriage

Whenever Lin Zikui comes back from a business trip, or Fang Yiai comes back from a business trip, Xiaobie wins the newlyweds, and the designation is to get the blend of body and mind, such as now.

Queen Fang decisively gave up the mountain of work for writer Lin. She lingered fiercely in the lounge in the office, and the quilt blocked the humiliating hot scene. Only the large and soft bed could not stop shaking and squeaking. The squeaky voice matched the wanton panting in the room.

"Hmm... Ah... so long on the road... Ha... physical strength... and... so good?"

"En, isn't this as tight as you think?"

With my body, working **** the beauty, this has been more than half a month, it is really uncomfortable to think about it.

Don’t let Fang Yi’s ecstasy be dying, Lin Zikui will never give up today, and accelerates harder and harder.

"Ah...too fast...en...husband, slow down..."

The more I prayed, the less I could get pity, fragrance and jade. Under Lin Zikui's crazy offensive, Her Majesty finally boarded a dreamlike cloud dreamland.

After the fierce and sweet warmth, Lin Li lay tired in Fang Yiai's arms, and the beauty stroked her back like a baby, rubbing her soft hair thinly for a while, with great interest and play.

"Husband~"

"En." There was a response from the laborious flushing in the nose, lazily and obviously perfunctory. Fortunately, the queen has been immersed in the sweetness of her lover's return, and the intimate aftermath has not passed, how can she mind this little thing!

"Jin Mo is three years old, do you think we should consider having another one?"

Writer Lin, who was about to chat with Zhou Gong, was startled by Her Majesty's little suggestion. This sentence does not mean a thunder on the ground to her. How could Little Heart be able to withstand such a fright.

Lifting her head from Fang Yiai's white chest, she widened her eyes hard and asked in disbelief, "Why would I think of another one?! Isn't it good to respond to the country's call for one child?"

"Jin Mo is so lonely and lonely. Good husband, let's have another one."

"When you were a kid, you felt lonely?! Let's take a look at you, your body that has been so thin, so willing to go out of shape again?"

"...For the child, mothers are willing to sacrifice everything!" It was the righteous Lingran, who was not afraid, how could a woman such as Fang Yiai be so easy to be entangled by Lin Zikui? Holding Writer Lin's face, he rubbed Writer Lin's angry cheek with his tall nose. The eyes flickered, and the suspicion of being cute is very serious.

"This topic will be discussed at a later date, I just came back, don't toss me!"

Seriously in his own voice, Lin Zikui turned over and got down from Her Majesty the Queen, lying on one side quietly, shielding the disturbance of the whole world, pulling the quilt to cover his head, and then fell asleep. Fang Yiai was too scary this morning, she had to calm down.

Her Majesty the Queen especially disagreed with Writer Lin's words that she was tossing her, staring bitterly at a certain **** who was asleep with her back to her. This is not her Fang Yiai's style, facing difficulties is her consistent preference. Regardless of his body, he quietly pressed against Writer Lin's back and whispered in his ears: "Husband, don't go to bed. Don't talk to me if you haven't seen him for so long."

While talking, rubbing his slender and smooth thighs against Lin Zikui's body, it was very scratching. If it were changed, someone else would have surrendered, throwing away his helmet and armor, and fell under the beauty's pomegranate skirt.

"One, another. You see Jin Mo looks like you and has a personality like you. I want to give birth to a daughter who looks like me!"

The nagging was endless, Lin Zikui couldn't get rid of the plaster queen pasted on his back no matter what, pretending to be angry: "I want to give birth to my own body, I will not raise it when I am born!"

"Snapped!"

The resounding slap was placed on the arm of the white sunflower of the forest seed sunflower, showing that the beauty was upset at this time. However, after the anger, he seemed to have figured out something again. He hooked his mouth and leaned into Lin Zikui's ear and said in a charming voice: "I want to give birth to you, and then see if you can support it!"

The feeling of pride is very strong. Writer Lin has completely lost sleep, and has been with beautiful women for so many years, and he has been very clear about her character. If you don’t explain things clearly today or calm the beautiful women, Lin Zikui is afraid I am about to start a miserable life again!

Turned over and lay face to face with Fang Yiai, put a hand under her head, and began to preach seriously: "I think this has to be discussed, especially the feelings of Jinmo, you think Ah, children are already sensitive. Let’s have another one if she feels that she has fallen out of favor and feels unhappy. If this is not handled well, how much will affect her future growth! And even if she really has two children, you Can you guarantee that the care and love for them will be average throughout their lives? There must be some things that cannot be handled well, and once this happens, they will definitely have lumps in their hearts!"

Clearly organized and methodical, what Lin Zikui said was exactly what she worried about. She was indeed worried that Jin Mo was upset.

"En, then I'll find an opportunity to ask Jin Mo, if she is willing then, you can't stop me!"

"Okay, find a chance to ask her, if she wants to, I will have nothing to say!" Lin Zikui readily agreed. Since she was in a particularly good mood, Her Majesty did not pay much attention to the wrong words of writer Lin. Sure enough, love is easy to confuse people.

"..."

Secretly patted his chest for a sigh of relief, and finally fooled his wife, and a flash of light flashed under his eyes. Isn't it the little guy Jin Mo? She still can't figure it out!

...

"Jin Mo, come to Dada!"

At noon, Fang Yiai was going to have dinner with the client, so the task of picking up the children was gloriously handed over to Writer Lin.

It's been a long time since I saw my daughter, Lin Zikui also panicked. As soon as the little guy left the school gate, he saw Lin Zikui beckoning to her. He was so excited that he immediately ran over with his little schoolbag on his back.

"Great, great, Momo misses you so much!"

"Hey, my good daughter! What!"

Bend down and hugged her daughter in her arms, Lin Zikui kissed him several times. Looking at this little guy who looked very much like him when he was a child, his whole face showed love and happiness.

Being itchy by Lin Zikui's kiss, Xiao Jinmo squirmed and giggled on Lin Zikui's shoulders: "Momo really wants to be big, do you really want Momo?"

"Of course I did. Are you happy to come to pick you up from school?"

"Happy!" Nodding vigorously, Jin Mo put his arms around Lin Zikui's neck and asked: "Where is my mother? Why didn't my mother come?"

"Mom has socializing at noon today and will be back later. Let's go back to grandpa and grandma together first."

Hearing that his mother was not coming, the little guy fainted a lot, sitting in the car glum and silent, making Lin Zikui amused, shook his head and hugged the little meat ball on his lap and sat down:" Jin Mo, can I tell you something, OK?"

"kindness."

"Your mother wants to have another cute baby like you. Would you like it?" A godsend, Fang Yiai is not here at noon today. Is there a better chance to fool this little guy? ? Lin Zikui is preparing to take advantage of this opportunity to "induce" Lin Jinmo.

"En? Can you play with me? Can you go to kindergarten with me?"

"This...Of course I can play with you, but I can't go to kindergarten with you, because when she goes to kindergarten you are already going to elementary school!"

The little guy who said something to Lin Zikui takes some time to digest, pouting, frowning, and supporting his face with one hand. He really looks like a scholar in thought. After a while, he asked again: "Then Will my love for me and my mother diminish?"

"It won't be possible to reduce it, but half of the love for you should be given to younger sister or younger brother."

"Don't don't!" The little guy was unhappy when he heard this, with tears in the corners of his eyes, he immediately raised his hand and hung his hand on Writer Lin's neck, "No, I don't want my mother to give birth to my younger brothers and sisters, so I can't share my love with me. she!"

"Good, good, no child, no child, Jin Mo is so good, I don’t know how to do it." He kissed the little guy, stroking the little guy’s back for her, her child of Lin Zikui is a child to teach, simple two. The sentence was very satisfactory to her.

A triumphant smile, raised her eyebrows, Fang Yi loves your baby like this, depending on how you want another one.

...

In the evening, Lin Zikui was washing dishes in the kitchen, and Fang Yiai was tentatively approaching, trying to talk to Lin Jinmo who was sitting on the sofa watching TV with relish.

"Momo."

"kindness……"

"Mom wants to tell you something."

"Okay." Lin Jinmo turned off the TV politely in response to her mother's words, raised her head, obediently looking forward to looking at Fang Yi'ai with big eyes open.

"How about mom wants to have another sister for you."

"No--"

Without any thought, without any pause, Lin Jinmo yelled at Fang Yi'ai repellingly. Fang Yi's hobby was so scared that Fang Yi's hobby hadn't recovered for a long time, and the child's reaction was too unexpected.

Only Lin Zikui, who was hiding in the kitchen, had a big smile on his back and smiled so triumphantly, that he was in a good mood.