The Marquis Is Innocent

Wei Shao came back very late, and when he came out of the bathroom, he didn't say anything, and went straight to bed.

Xiao Qiao then turned off the lights and climbed into bed with him.

He seemed to fall asleep quickly.

Xiao Qiao gradually felt bloated. Slowly turned over.

Feifei’s work and rest are very regular. Usually, at the end of the day, when she is full, she will wake up once at the end of Haimo. After changing her diaper, she will breastfeed again, and she will be able to sleep peacefully all night until dawn.

She listened to the movement in the next room.

After a while, there was a faint cry from Philip.

Wei Shao suddenly sat up, which startled Xiao Qiao.

"What's up with her?"

In the dark, Xiao Qiao listened to him ask.

"She's awake..."

Wei Shao immediately rolled over and got out of bed, turned on the light, and hurried out.

Xiao Qiao put on a dress and followed.

The nurse changed Philip's diaper and wanted to breastfeed her to sleep.

After Philip was born, Xiao Qiao has always brought it by himself.

Philip liked the peculiar nectar-like sweet milky fragrance that her mother exudes.

Both wet nurses were naturally clean and healthy young women, but Philip was not used to it. I separated from my mother last month. For a few days, I couldn't eat well, and I couldn't sleep well. After that, I couldn't wait until I accepted it slowly.

These days, as soon as Xiao Qiao came back, Philip immediately fell in love with the sweet smell that only her mother liked. Just woke up, couldn't smell anymore, became restless, spat out the **** stuffed in his mouth, and started to cry.

The wet nurse was coaxing, when she heard the door being pushed open, and when she turned around, she saw the man who had barged in, and hurriedly covered the front of her clothes.

Wei Shao's eyes fell on Philip, who was crying non-stop. He strode over and reached out to hug her. He seemed a little timid. He turned his head subconsciously and looked at Xiao Qiao who followed.

Xiao Qiao went over, picked up her daughter and held her in her arms, lowered her head and gently pressed her cheek to her forehead, and said softly, "Be good, Philip, don't cry, my mother is here."

Philip slowly stopped crying, sobbed lightly, tears still dripping on her cheeks, and her two small hands tightly grasped the front of her dress.

The nurse was a little uneasy, and whispered: "I'm sorry for disturbing the lady..."

"It's okay," Xiao Qiao said, "I'll take her to sleep myself." He asked the maid to take a thin quilt, covered Philip, and carried her out.

Wei Shao watched in a daze, but suddenly recovered, and turned around to see that Xiao Qiao had already gone out, so he hurriedly turned around and followed.

Xiao Qiao went back to the room, saw Wei Shao come in, and stood motionless after closing the door, then smiled and said, "Will you come and hug her?"

Carrying Philip and sending it to him.

Philip just woke up and cried back to his mother, lying in Xiang Xiang Ruan Ruan's mother's arms. He was in good spirits at this moment. People who came out of nowhere.

Huh? This person seems to be a little different from the ones who usually come and go—

Wei Shao stared at his daughter, slowly stretched out his hand, took her over, and held her in his arms.

His shoulders stiffened slightly.

"Here arm rests lightly on her neck, she'll be more comfortable, with the other hand wrapped like this, so—"

Xiao Qiao leaned over and guided him in a low voice to hold Philip.

Wei Shao hugged the soft pink and tender little person in his arms, looked down at her eyes as if they were looking at him, and was careful, lest he accidentally hurt her.

The two were very close, only separated by Philip. Suddenly, he smelled an indescribably sweet smell in his breath. It seemed familiar, like the frankincense emanating from Philip, but it wasn't exactly...

If it seemed like nothing, it followed the breath and went straight into his lungs, causing his breathing to stagnate for a while.

He subconsciously raised his eyes and glanced at her.

She didn't look at him, her eyes fell on Philip in his arms, her cheeks were like a crescent moon, her eyes were as gentle as water, a jade neck was exposed beyond the collar, and then down...

Wei Shao had already noticed that after giving birth, her figure was dark and her chest was bulging, as if she could get out of the water with a pinch...

Philip stared at the strange man's face holding him motionless for a moment, and lost interest. He moved his face closer to his chest instead.

It's hard, not the sweet and soft feeling of the mother she likes.

Her mouth was flat, and she cried out with a "wow".

Wei Shao was startled, Fang regained his senses, and hurriedly patted her to comfort her.

Philip's cry grew louder.

Wei Shao was in a hurry.

I was already hot all over, but now my forehead is sweating.

"give it to me."

Xiao Qiao reached out and took Philip back, hugged her and patted her back a few times.

Philip stopped crying immediately, and rubbed her little face against her mother aggrievedly, digging into her arms with a little eagerness.

"She's hungry, I feed her."

Xiao Qiao turned sideways, slightly avoiding his direct line of sight, **** and breastfeeding.

Philip closed his eyes and opened his mouth, sucking hard.

Wei Shao even heard the sound of the little man in her arms swallowing, and the Adam's apple moved, and he swallowed saliva subconsciously.

He stood still, his mouth was dry, and the blood all over his body was getting hot.

Philip soon fell asleep in his mother's arms.

Xiao Qiao carried her to the small bed placed next to the big bed, bent down and gently put her down, covering her with the quilt.

She just stood up when Wei Shao turned around and walked out. He just turned around hastily, and his foot actually kicked into a nearby incense pier.

He kicked the seat like a drum to the ground and rolled forward, making a loud noise.

Wei Shao's heart was beating like thunder, and he held his breath. He saw Philip moved his arms on the cot and fell asleep again. Finally, he turned his face away, and his voice changed slightly: "Sleep with Philip... I suddenly remembered, I have something else to do, I'll go to the study first..."

Lift your feet and go out again.

"Husband, don't you love me?"

He walked to the screen, and suddenly a clear and soft voice came from behind him.

She came behind him, stretched her arms through his waist, wrapped her arms around him, pressed her cheeks lightly against his broad back, and closed her eyes.

Wei Shao's back stiffened.

The room became eerily quiet.

The sound of Philip's sleepy breathing on the cot seemed to be heard.

Xiao Qiao hugged him tightly for a moment, forcibly turned him around, and made him face to face with himself.

He didn't seem to be resisting, and she was turned in a different direction.

The man was still standing like a wood, and he didn't even move his fingers.

She raised her face, a pair of beautiful eyes staring at him with watery cage smoke.

"I came back during the day and saw your mount parked there at the door. I was very happy to know that you came back..."

She paused, a pair of jade arms raised around his neck, stood on tiptoe, pressed her lips against his dry lips, and pouted her tongue slightly.

"Husband, I love you too..."

murmured, breathing like blue.

Wei Shao stared at her with both eyes, her breathing seemed to have suddenly lost control and became suddenly heavy, he gasped twice, hugged her suddenly, opened his mouth and bit her.

With his mouth, he smashed her delicate lips ruthlessly, his iron arms clamped her body, and pressed her tightly against his chest, wishing to rub her into the flesh with such force.

Xiao Qiao shivered in his arms, his stomach was surging, his chest was bulging, and the milk that Philip had not finished pumping out just now, and in a blink of an eye, the clothes of the two of them were wet.

Wei Shao let out a thick moan in his throat, and quickly hugged her to lie down on the couch, ripped open the front of her clothes with five fingers, pounced on her, opened her mouth, and sucked hard.

Wet, sticky, and sweet, he buried his head on her chest like Philip, making a greedy swallowing sound, taking turns sucking, refusing to let go.

Xiao Qiao closed her eyes, her head was thrown back, her toes were tightly curled together, she tried her best to endure the numbness that quickly spread to her limbs and bones like a light touch of electric current, but her body shuddered uncontrollably.

"No more-"

She twisted and told him to end this sweet and painful torture.

The trembling soft voice stopped abruptly.

As she wished, he let go of the pitiful two Zhuguo who were ravaged and ravaged, but the next moment he pierced into the depths of her body.

Wei Shaoqiang resisted the thought of wanting to ride her immediately, stopped temporarily, and closed his eyes.

On the way back to Yuyang, the restlessness and unease in the bottom of my heart suddenly disappeared at this moment.

Her tolerance is so warm.

Even if he didn't do anything else, just like this, he felt comfortable throughout his body.

The pores all over his body suddenly became angry the moment he was accepted by her.

He shivered uncontrollably.

How long has it been since I experienced this wonderful feeling with her?

…

Even on that day, when he was besieging Dong County, she came to him, and when he was most angry, facing her, he didn't dare to say the words that once rushed to his throat and told her to go back to Qiao's house. .

He was afraid that she would really leave and would never come back to him in the future.

Just now, she said that she was happy to return home, and also said that she also loved him.

She is so defensive about him, is she lying to him again, or is it true?

Hot sweat rolled down his forehead.

He was very reluctant to admit it.

But at this moment, he knew in his heart that all his unwillingness and resentment might only end in disarming in front of her.

Because he can't let her go.

…

Xiao Qiao slowly opened a pair of beautiful eyes.

"Husband—"

She slightly parted her red lips. The eyelashes trembled, and the color of his eyes flashed in spring, like a small beast being controlled, snorting under him, his expression dazed and helpless.

Wei Shao's eyes darkened, and he gritted his teeth and pushed her hard.

In her coquettish moan, she blocked her mouth again.

…

When Xiao Qiao woke up, it was not yet dawn, and Philip was still asleep, but there was empty space beside him.

Wei Shao didn't know where he went.