Wealthy Child Bride: Hello, Mr. President

   Ordinarily, she is not a 17- or 18-year-old girl. She has done what she should and shouldn't do countless times. When they were in a good mood before, they also tried some shy poses. But I don't know why, at this moment, she just felt ashamed and wanted to run away immediately.

  Especially Fu Xiaojiu next to him was still crying non-stop. Although his little eyes were not opened, he smelled the scent of adults and kept looking towards them.

  Han Xiaoye has a feeling of being watched.

   That feeling...

   stimulated goose bumps on her body.

   Special special special shame! In addition to shame, there was a feeling she couldn't describe, as if she was looking forward to it.

   She found the little excitement in her heart, and her face turned even redder with a bang, and the redness was about to burn.

   "Don't be nervous." It was hoarse, nice and grainy, as if a feather was scratching at the bottom of my heart.

   Don't be nervous! Don't be nervous, she's not a woman! Having said that, Han Xiaoye closed his eyes and straightened his chest, "Come on!"

   As soon as she finished speaking, she changed her imposing aura and asked worriedly, "Little uncle, did you close the door when you just came in? Did you lock it?"

   "No one will come in."

   The man with his eyes closed suddenly opened his eyes and ripped off his clothes, "What if someone comes in? Last time you were at the company, you didn't say no one would come in, but as a result, someone came in."

"……Will not."

   "You went to the lock." She insisted.

  The stern man couldn't help it. He got up and locked the door before coming over, "Is it alright now?"

"……bring it on!"

Han Xiaoye's heart was pounding, and she took the initiative to lift her clothes. This time, she closed her eyes tightly. She wished to wrap two circles of cloth around her eyes to cover her eyes. It is best to give her a cloth bag. hide your whole face...

   Just when she was thinking about it, a cool touch covered her chest.

"Well."

   She instinctively hummed.

   The next second, she covered her mouth with her hand.

  Blushing like a monkey's butt!

   The heartbeat is even more chaotic!

   Yay! She screamed uncontrollably! called!

   But I really didn't blame her just now. After giving birth, my milk increased so much that it was too sensitive. As soon as she was touched, she felt it, and the feeling was very strong. When she thought about what she used to touch her, even though she tried her best to restrain herself, her body was uncontrollable, and layers of emotional waves surged up like a tide.

   "Uncle, isn't it over yet?"

   She couldn't help but bring her legs together.

When    moved, there was a tingling discomfort underneath, and she didn't dare to move, but the endless stimulation tortured her and she couldn't help but want to dawdle.

  Han Xiaoye didn't know if her reaction was normal or not. She instinctively felt ashamed, that kind of shame, as if she was very naive...

   Obviously he is only breastfeeding for his daughter, so what, why is she so lewd because of Mao? Could it be that she is a woman of desire and dissatisfaction? Otherwise, why would she think about such a normal thing?

   When Han Xiaoye thought that he might be that kind of woman, he suddenly felt bad.

  Boom!

   Dong Dong!

   Dong Dong Dong!

   The heartbeat is still accelerating.

   She wanted to hold down her chest and pointed at it and scold it, so that it would make it more aggressive. But she doesn't have any clothes on now. If she presses her hands on her chest, then the picture...

   said she didn't have that, she didn't believe it!

   She fidgeted on the bed, "Little uncle, are you okay?"

   "What are you doing?"

   Her chest was crisp and numb, and she was too embarrassed to open her eyes, so she could only urge again.

   "You hurry up, I can't take it anymore."

   "Can't stand what?" A hoarse male voice sounded.

  Han Xiaoye answered subconsciously, "What did you say? Of course it's that one, don't say you don't understand." The sheets have been rolled so many times, so stop pretending to be innocent.

   She realized something was wrong in the next second, opened her eyes, and said in shock, "You, how are you..."

  He didn't help himself with that, so what was that numb thing on her chest? !

  Han Xiaoye lowered his head subconsciously, and saw a small bottle-shaped thing pressed against her chest.

   "I just found a breast pump next to me, so I'm using this so you don't feel uncomfortable," he explained.

  Emma!

   In other words, this thing was on your chest from beginning to end just now, isn't it my uncle at all? !

  Han Xiaoye was dumbfounded.

   At the same time, a dry heat rushed up from his face!

  My God, what a shame!

   Too humiliating too humiliating!

   She actually always thought that he was helping herself with something... Then she fantasized about herself there, and had a reaction there...

  Han Xiaoye really began to wonder if she was too lustful, or why would she have such a reaction, and... I thought he was helping her.

"feeling bad?"

   Fu Zhiyan didn't think much of it when she saw her blushing, thinking that it was the first time she used a breast pump, so I was embarrassed.

   "...It's not too hard."

   is just too embarrassing!

   What a shame!

  Emma!

   She has never been so humiliated, even more humiliating than her crying nose bubble popped in front of him!

   She is only lucky now, fortunately, she had no mouth to speak her mind just now. If she said it, she couldn't imagine what her image would look like in Fu Zhiyan's heart in the future. It's definitely not much better, maybe from now on, he's going to think of himself as that kind of woman.

   Her mood was ups and downs, and it was very complicated. She couldn't tell exactly what kind of mood she was in. Anyway, it was very complicated and couldn't describe it.

  Soon, the milk flowed.

  Han Xiaoye hurriedly hugged the crying little guy who was about to burp and started eating. The little guy was probably starving. As soon as it got on it, he pouted his mouth and kept eating.

  Although it is still a red, wrinkled little monkey, in Han Xiaoye's eyes, the more he looks at it, the more cute he feels.

   "Little uncle, Xiaojiu is so ugly, what will you do in the future? You and Kitten need to earn more money, even if Xiaojiu doesn't meet a good man, let her have enough money to live a good life by herself."

"Okay."

   Fu Zhiyan glanced at the little guy and said.

   "She is very good-looking, Mu Ye used to be uglier than she was born."

  Han Xiaoye didn't believe it, raised his head, "Kitten? Impossible?"

   Kitten Fu looks uglier than the little monkey in her arms? She couldn't imagine it.

   Kitty Fu is as beautiful as a crystal doll. It is difficult to find a 5-year-old boy more beautiful than Kitty Fu. How could he be uglier than the red monkey in his arms?