Love after Marriage

JEALOUSY

Wen Qian was completely speechless after hearing these words. She glanced at him with a red face, and her eyes seemed to be filled with honey.

　　If the servant hadn't been standing not far away, Shang Mo wasn't sure what he would do.

　　He has been obsessed with Wen Qian recently and wants to hold her in his arms and kiss her all the time.

　　Thinking of kissing, I can't help but think of her pink and soft lips, which are so elastic and soft when kissed, and make people intoxicated.

　　Shang Mo glanced at the time, "It's getting late, I should go."

　　Wen Qian pursed her lips and hummed. When she stood up to send him off, he grabbed her wrist and asked, "Are you going to have a prenatal checkup tomorrow?"

　　Wen Qian was so busy that she almost forgot about it and said hurriedly, "Yes."

　　Thinking of the phone call he had received before, she said sympathetically: "If you don't have time, I can go by myself."

　　She just accidentally overheard him talking on the phone, and he was talking about something about a project. Although she didn't understand much, she thought it should be very important to cooperate with the government.

　　She didn't want him to think that she was childish and needed someone to accompany her all the time.

　　Although, she really wanted him to go.

　　"I'm going." Shang Mo said gently, "I won't miss any prenatal check-ups."

　　His voice was naturally full of charm, and when he said this, light filled his eyes. Wen Qian's heart was like the surface of a lake with ripples, rippling out circles of shallow waves.

The waves drifted farther and farther, and my thoughts drifted away with them.

　　She glanced at him sideways and asked inexplicably, "Have we met before that night?"

　　The night she was referring to was the messiest night.

　　Shang Mo asked calmly: "What do you think?"

　　Wen Qian pouted, "I'm asking you."

　　"Think about it yourself." Shang Mo answered ambiguously, "Think about the answer yourself."

　　This person is pretending to be mysterious. Never mind. It doesn't matter whether I have met him or not.

　　Wen Qian was not the type to get to the bottom of things. If he didn't tell her, she didn't want to delve into it. She raised her lips and said, "Let's go."

　　He was fine when he left, with a normal complexion and normal steps. But when he came back, he was different. There was mist in his eyes, rosy cheeks, and water stains on his lips.

　　There are lipstick marks at the corners of her lips, and you don't have to guess what she did.

　　Wen Qian was afraid of being laughed at by Aunt Liu, so she lowered her head and went upstairs. As she walked, she complained to the baby in her belly, "Is your father born in the year of the dog? Why does he chew and bite your mother every time he sees her? He kissed her before she came, and he kissed her again when she left."

　　"My tongue tip has been numbed by his kisses."

　　"What? You don't believe it?"

　　Wen Qian returned to the bedroom, sat in front of the dressing table, stuck out her tongue, and murmured, "Do you think my tongue tip is red?"