The Contracted Wife: Boss, No Binding Contract

Ling Chuxia didn't know why Shi Che laughed suddenly, and she didn't think the sentence she asked was funny, but his laughter really made Ling Chuxia panicky.

She swallowed subconsciously, "Why...what's wrong?"

Shi Che didn't say a word, got up straight, opened the drawer of the bedside table, skillfully took out a box of aftercare from it, and threw it directly at her.

The square box hit her head like this, followed her cheek, and fell onto the bed.

"Eat it."

The deep voice is slightly hoarse after erotic-lust, but it is extremely cold, without a trace of temperature.

Ling Chuxia's face was a little bit unbearable. She just wanted to be pregnant and want to have a child, so no matter how fearful and reluctant this kind of thing was, even if Shi Che treated her harshly, she would endure it. Without saying a word.

But in the end, Shi Che still threw her afterthought as before...

In this way, she would never think about getting pregnant for the rest of her life. If she couldn't get pregnant, she would not be able to complete the task that Mrs. Shi gave her. Then...

Ling Chuxia didn't dare to think about the consequences.

She looked at the box on the bed, pursed her lips, clenched her hands vigorously, still mustered the courage, raised her head, and looked at Shi Che who was putting on her clothes one by one.

She took a deep breath, considered the words, and spoke in a low voice, "Um...we have been married for three years, shouldn't we...should have a...child?"

Shi Che was tying the buttons of his shirt, and he paused when he heard the words. Then, he raised his eyes and looked at Ling Chuxia.

Ling Chuxia's head dropped slightly, not daring to look at him, her teeth bit her lower lip, her fingers unconsciously grabbed the bed sheet, her fingertips were slightly white.

She was wrapped in a thin quilt and her slender shoulders were exposed. I don't know if it was because of some fear, her shoulders trembled gently, revealing a touch of tenderness, which made people feel pity.

Shi Che's heart moved lightly, and a soft touch appeared in his gloomy eyes. His voice was still cold, cold, but also with an imperceptible tremor, "You want , Or does Mom want it?"

When Shi Che said, Ling Chuxia was slightly taken aback. She didn't notice Shi Che's tone, she just thought Shi Che asked this question very strangely.

She frowned slightly, and her big eyes were filled with doubts and incomprehension. She looked at Shi Che and said in confusion, "Is there any difference?"

Whether Mrs. Shi wants it or she wants it, the result is a child, right?

But after Ling Chuxia asked this sentence, he clearly saw that Shi Che's already expressionless face quickly darkened, as if the storm suddenly struck, and the hitter was caught off guard.

The rain turned cloudy again, but it was just a flash.

Shi Che coldly curled the corners of his lips, his black eyes couldn't help rolling, but his voice was very soft, as light as a feather brushing your ears, but it was enough to shock your heart.

"In order to complete Mom's task, you really took pains. Puppets can do so willingly. Oh, no, you are a puppet, or you are overestimated. At best, you are a tool."