Murong murmured, Jiang Qingqing was stunned, as if someone who had been in the dark for a long time suddenly saw a ray of light.
His unsympathetic and unscrupulous look at the beginning still lingers in her mind.
Jiang Qingqing's heart was shaky, and she couldn't express her feelings.
"Qingqing..." Murong Chi opened his eyes, and there was a trace of fear in his eyes, as if he had dreamed of something terrible.
He regained his senses for a while, and when he saw the person standing beside him, he straightened up, stretched out his long arms, and Jiang Qingqing slammed into his arms.
She really didn't like the state of the two of them. It was clear that they had nothing to do with each other, but they were doing the most intimate things.
She pressed her hands against his chest and pushed hard. The tentacles were his hard chest, but the hands around her waist seemed to be rooted, solid as a rock and motionless.
"Murong Chi..."
"I'm here!" Murong Chi put his head on her shoulder, his eyes filled with softness, "I just want to hug you."
It's enough to make sure she's by your side.
When the words fell, he let go, Jiang Qingqing got up and handed over the porridge on the table.
Murong smiled and didn't answer, "Qingqing, I don't have the strength."
Jiang Qingqing turned around abruptly, is the rogue and slippery person in front of him still Murong Chi
"If you don't want to eat, you're hungry."
Seeing that Jiang Qingqing was about to take the porridge back, Murong Chi took it and ate slowly. After eating a bowl of porridge, Jiang Qingqing handed over the medicine, and he drank it too.
"Go back when you're done, it's not convenient for me here." Jiang Qingqing said coldly, with no emotion in her tone.
Murong Chi's eyes flickered, and he leaned back again, looking uncomfortable. He stared straight at her before asking for a long time, "This is your room?"
Jiang Qingqing's face was slightly hot. After she brought people in, she realized that it was her own room, but what could she do, she couldn't drag him out again
"They brought you in. If you don't want to leave yet, just stay by yourself." After she finished speaking, she opened the door and went straight out without looking back.
If she stayed any longer, she felt that she would really go crazy.
Because of Murong Chi, Jiang Qingqing didn't have the heart to do anything else, so after eating some food, he turned back, but heard laughter in the room.
Xiaojing
The door was open, Jiang Qingqing just wanted to take a sneak peek, but he didn't expect to be caught by the father and son, and the two of them swept their eyes together. Jiang Qingqing was inevitably a little embarrassed, "Xiaojing, go back to sleep."
Xiaojing was having a good time, he was willing, babbled for a while, then turned his head and said something to Murong Chi babbled.
Jiang Qingqing suddenly felt a sense of being abandoned, a fire rose in her heart inexplicably, her skirt was curled up, and the next moment, Xiaojing was already in her arms.
The little guy was having a good time, but he was snatched from the toy and held up, and his mother's face was still so stinky, his face changed, and he cried with a "wow".
Jiang Qingqing didn't expect that he would cry when he said he would cry. Thinking of her inexplicability, she felt guilty, but thinking about it again, he was her own son, and it was only natural that she held him to sleep, so she suppressed the guilt in her heart.
She raised her eyebrows, her fair face was a little serious, and said coldly, "Don't cry!"
The little guy was just stunned for a moment, and seemed to be frightened. He used both hands and feet, and burst into tears. While crying, he opened his hands to climb over to Murong Chi.
Murong was also worried when she saw her throwing fire on Xiaojing, and hurriedly took the child, "He is still young, what are you doing to him so fierce?"
The little guy was crying and wiping it all on Murong Chi's robe. He didn't dislike it and coaxed the child lightly. Xiaojing glanced at Jiang Qingqing secretly.
In the end, Murong Chi handed it to him, and the little guy smiled.
Jiang Qingqing was so angry that she wanted to put her son back in her stomach and give birth again.
The little guy played for a while, and then he seemed to realize that the atmosphere was not right. He looked at Jiang Qingqing, and then at Murong Chi. He shrank from the bed and pulled Jiang Qingqing's skirt with his little white hands.
"Mother... sleep..." The little guy opened his watery eyes and tried his best to pull her to the side of the bed, the meaning is self-evident.
He wanted to sleep, and let his father and mother accompany him.
"Xiaojing, will my mother take you to another room to sleep?" Jiang Qingqing said patiently.
Xiaojing shook his head. He used to sleep here. Why did he change the ground? His little hand was still holding Jiang Qingqing, as if he would not stop until he pulled her over.
After dragging for a long time, he couldn't move. The corner of the little guy's mouth twitched, his eyes were instantly hazy with tears, and he was about to cry out of grievance.
Jiang Qingqing couldn't bear to calm down, picked up her son and walked over to the other side of the bed. She sat on the side of the bed and hugged Xiaojing between the two, and he was happy.
Xiaojing was happily babbling and talking. He just learned to speak, but his articulation is unclear. Jiang Qingqing has been taking care of him, and he can probably hear a word or two.
Murong Chi listened at a loss, "What did Xiaojing say?"
Jiang Qingqing didn't look up, "He said you were a bastard!"
Murong Chi, "..."
There was only Xiaojing's laughter in the room. He was playing hard, but Jiang Qingqing was sleepy. She originally planned to wait for the guy to fall asleep, and then carry him out by herself. Who would have thought that the mother and son slept together.
Murong Chi looked at the two people lying beside him, and his heart softened.
If this year, he has completely owned her, it will only be this time, their family of three is extravagant.
He covered her with the quilt and lay down on his side, just looking at her.
When she woke up, Jiang Qingqing rubbed her eyes, her body was empty, she suddenly remembered something, stood up agitatedly, but saw behind the bead curtain, Murong Chi was holding Xiaojing and drawing something, the little guy's small body nest In his arms, indescribable harmony.
"Xiaojing, mother is awake."
"Mother!" Xiaojing swayed over and hugged her. She saw a lot of ink on his clothes, hands, and face. She was about to say something, but she saw Murong Chi approaching. There was darkness on the blue robe.
"There are some things in the palace that I need to take care of. I'll come to see Xiaojing later."
"Murong Chi!" Jiang Qingqing said solemnly, she felt that it was necessary for her to make it clear, "you and I have nothing to do with each other, if you want to see Xiaojing, I will not stop you, but please don't disturb me. my life."
disturb
Murong Chi felt a deep pain in his heart. Did his existence make her feel so uncomfortable
He suddenly remembered the man in the restaurant yesterday, and his jealousy spread a little bit, and he said solemnly: "So, in order to avoid me, you know that the man is interested in you, but you don't refuse him for you, okay?"
"What's with you?"