She trotted to the bed, and handed the photo to Cen Mo before he went to bed and snuggled into Shen Mo's arms: "Do you think this is the lovesickness from childhood..."
The photo was a solo photo of Lu Xiangsi when she was a child. She was wearing a princess dress with two braids... she was as pretty as a doll.
Cen Mo looked at the photo with a smile, then looked at Tuantuan on his phone, and nodded: "Well... if Tuantuan wears this outfit, she will definitely be exactly the same as Xiangsi when she was a child!"
Song Yao rested her head on Cen Mo's chest, took Lu Xiangsi's photo, and looked at the mobile phone in Cen Mo's hand, with a smile on her face.
She said: "I think Tuantuan's smile is brighter than Acacia! So Nuan Nuan and Fu Huai'an really take good care of Tuantuan!"
Cen Mo nodded imperceptibly.
In the past, when Cen Mo saw Lin Nuan being held to his head with a gun, he was unwilling to let go of the picture of Tuantuan. He just thought this woman was stupid!
But later, when Cen Mo knew that Lin Nuan was holding Tuantuan, the child of Lu Xiangsi, he felt a lot of admiration for Lin Nuan besides being grateful...
Ask yourself, if Lin Nuan was replaced by Cen Mo, he would not hesitate to hand over the child!
Cen Mo's experience in these years will guide him not to risk his life for a child who has no blood relationship with him.
Cen Mo squeezed Song Yao's thin shoulders and said, "I will also take good care of you and the child!"
Song Yao nodded: "Well, I believe you!"
Song Yao really likes the feeling of getting along with Cen Mo now, as long as she doesn't ask to leave Cen's house, as long as she doesn't let Cen Mo feel that she wants to escape, Cen Mo is normal and gentle.
"I'm going to learn French tomorrow, and I'll take time to think about you during class!" Song Yao said to Cen Mo.
"I've thought about this question..." Cen Mo put Lu Xiangsi's photo on the bedside, locked the phone screen and said, "Why don't you learn at home, I'll invite the teacher to your home, you want a speaking environment... I also You can ask more than a dozen tutors to accompany you to practice at home!"
"Didn't we all agree?!" Song Yao supported Cen Mo's chest and straightened up, "How can you go back on your word?!"
"You're pregnant, so I'm worried about going out!" Cen Mo said this, although there was a smile in his eyes, but Song Yao could see his firm attitude. This was not a plan to discuss with Song Yao, but an order.
Song Yao restrained the anger in her heart, and asked Cen Mo: "You are actually afraid that I will leave you, aren't you?!"
The original warm atmosphere disappeared, and Song Yao's voice was once cold, which made the atmosphere a little tense.
"Cen Mo, we are married and have children. I don't know what worries you about me?! Do you want to lock me up in this house for the rest of your life, and I can't go anywhere except with you? !"
"You are too nervous, Song Yao!"
"It's you who is nervous!" Song Yao's sharp voice was full of accusations.
Seeing Cen Mo's eyes darken instantly, Song Yao didn't want to make the state of the two of them even more rigid.
She calmed down, pulled off the rubber band on her hair, tied it up again, knelt on the bed, took Cen Mo's hand and placed it on her heart, and tried to soften her voice: "You are too nervous Cen Mo , we are already married, I want to live a normal life with you, I know you lack a sense of security, I am willing to try with you, and we will find a way to get along that makes us comfortable with each other! Okay?!"
Song Yao's attitude was extremely sincere.
Before being rejected by Cen Mo, Song Yao had already straddled Cen Mo's body, put his arms around Cen Mo's neck and pressed against his forehead: "Aren't you willing to try it for me?! Are you willing to try it? I love you so much, will I leave you behind when you turn around?!"
Sensing Cen Mo's hand tightening around her slender waist, Song Yao held back and kissed Cen Mo's lips calmly, with a provocative voice like a newborn kitten: "With your ability, even if I escape to You will catch me in every corner of the world, right! But if you let me go, you can even let go, and you will know how much I love you... I won’t leave you, don’t you want to try?!”
Cen Mo remained silent, which was a good sign for Song Yao.
"You don't like me talking to you in such a soft voice, don't like me pestering you and hugging you like this, like me losing my temper with you, always thinking of running away from you?!" Song Yao asked.
Cen Mo frowned: "Song Yao..."
"Still..." Song Yao unbuttoned Cen Mo's pajamas with her slender and beautiful fingers, "You like that Song Yao who is like a hedgehog, not the Song Yao now?!"
Song Yao said, kissing Cen Mo's mandible, kissing his neck...
"Yoyao...don't make trouble!" Cen Mo grabbed Song Yao's soft little hand that was on fire in his pajamas, his voice became hoarse, "Be careful, kid!"
"Then tell me, which Song Yao do you like?!"
Cen Mo's heart felt like being swept by a cat's tail. He turned over and pressed Song Yao under him, supporting his body with his elbows to avoid pressing Song Yao's stomach. Breathing heavily, he said, "I like... being I'm fucking crying Song Yao!"
Song Yao's ears turned red, and she endured the beating of her heart to look directly at Cen Mo's eyes, which were stained with a thin layer of lust: "It's just right, I like to fuck and cry my Cen Mo!"
Cen Mo's heart was almost filled with turbulent waves. Originally, the reckless words were intended to scare Song Yao away, but he didn't want to arouse his animal desire...
The last sliver of rationality supported Cen Mo's muscular body that was about to be crushed on Song Yao. He straightened up and strode towards the bathroom. He approached the door and said, "Just try this once. I hope you will be as good as you said. Yay... I think you don't want to only be in this room in the future."
After Cen Mo finished speaking, he slammed the bathroom door.
His voice is like rough yarn, with a grainy texture, deep and sexy.
Song Yao straightened the pajamas that slipped off her shoulders, propped herself up and looked at the bathroom with the sound of water, and couldn't help laughing, with a faint blush on her cheeks.
Knowing what Cen Mo was doing, she still walked to the door maliciously, knocked on the bathroom door and said, "Cen Mo...do you want me to help you?!"
Despite the sound of water inside, Lin Nuan could still hear Cen Mo's heavy breathing...
"No! Go away!"
God knows that Song Yao's voice at this time is a kind of torture to Cen Mo. If she helps, he is afraid that he will not be able to resist pressing Song Yao against the wall to go in and out fiercely, and hurt the child.
Cen Mo's vicious voice had no deterrent effect on Song Yao at this time, and she was even a little proud of her prank success: "I can lend you a hand."
The man in the bathroom thought of Song Yao's slender and boneless hands, the veins on his forehead were bulging, beating with the beating of his heart...
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(end of this chapter)