Evil Child Black-Bellied Mother

  It was getting late, and Su Ying also felt a little sleepy.

  The two children were taken to sleep by Luhen, and Su Ying went to bed and lay on the warm blanket.

  It didn't take long for Ye Feibai to return to the room.

   Ye Feibai took off the large white embroidered robe and lay down beside Su Ying. He seemed to have just bathed, and he had a fresh plant smell on his body, which smelled particularly good.

  Su Ying got his head out of the quilt, sniffed, and asked curiously: "Didn't you go for a drink? Why is there no smell of alcohol?"

   Ye Feibai stretched out her long arm and half-wrapped her in her arms, and rubbed her cheek with the other hand. After the dim candle waited, his beautiful eyes flashed with shining light like stars: "I know you don't like it, so I didn't drink too much. The main thing is to drink the old fourth."

  The warm breath he exhaled sprayed on her face, and it was warm, with only a faint fragrance of tea.

  Su Ying laughed out loud.

   Ye Feibai smiled when she saw her, and he hooked her nose with his hand: "You asked Liuyun to lock the door of the fourth child?"

   Su Ying’s smile grew stronger, she coughed slightly, “Don’t you think that a couple is locked in a room overnight and one of them is still drunk. What will happen... you know.”

   "I don't understand, can you tell me in detail?" Ye Feibai pretended not to understand, with a surprised look on his face.

  When he saw Su Ying staring at him, his heart was broken.

  He leaned over and kissed her on the cheek, then took another bite on her lips.

  The two were very close, breathing ambiguously intertwined, Ye Feibai scratched her chin: "When we were locked together, I was also drunk. What happened?"

  Su Ying couldn't help but glared at him: "How can something happen?"

  Yefeibai’s lips made a playful smile: "Should we recall now?"

  Su Ying reached out and pushed away the one that was almost stuck to her face: "You were all drunk, do you remember that you were a dead body? Go to bed!"

  The candle in the room went out, and the room was completely dark.

After a while, Su Ying felt hot and hot all over.

   "Don't make trouble...uh... be careful of children."

"I will pay attention……"

  The spring is boundless, lingering in a room.

   and on the other side.

   Situ Mengyao helped Ye Feixu, who was drinking unconsciously, onto the bed.

  Ye Feixu didn't know how much he drank, the whole body was full of alcohol.

  Situ Mengyao looked at him drunk, her beautiful brows frowned tightly.

  Ye Feixu opened her eyes chaotically, reached out to Rasitu Mengyao's hand, he took her hand and laughed: "Oh, who is this? Hahaha..."

   Situ Mengyao stood stiffly in place, her eyes calm as a spring, and she looked at the drunk man in front of her with some coldness.

  She was moved by Su Ying's sentence in her life for seven years, and she finally mobilized and wanted to ask him.

  Why does he not like her, and why does he want to marry her.

  But at this moment, Ye Feixu frivolously moved her hands and feet.

  She can't get drunk, he will treat her as another woman.

   Situ Mengyao coldly shook off his hand and turned around.

   Yefeixu’s yin and yang voice came from behind: "You go, don’t come back after you leave."

   Situ Mengyao bit her lip lightly, and walked forward with difficulty step by step.

  She wanted to go out and be alone, but found that the door was locked from the outside.

   "What's the matter?" Situ Mengyao frowned, and wanted to find someone to open the door.

  Thinking about it, she paused again.

  She didn’t want to make too much trouble between them.

  At this moment, Ouyang Liuyun was hiding outside, listening to the movement inside. He originally thought that the task given by Su Ying was a bit funny, but he didn't expect that there was a big problem between the couple.

   "Just leave me so impatient..." A vague voice came from behind.

  Situ Mengyao couldn't open the door left or right, so she could only walk back.

  Ye Feixu sat up hard, his cheeks flushed and his eyes blurred.

  He watched her walk towards him, and waved at her impatiently: "I don't want your charity. If you want to go, go far away, and never show up in front of me."

  Situ Mengyao is not good at arguing, if she had left on weekdays: "You!"

   Ye Feixu made a gesture to get up and push her out. With no effort on her feet, she collapsed softly on the ground.

  Situ Mengyao saw that Ye Feixu couldn't stand up, so she couldn't bear to go up to help him.

   Ye Feixu didn't appreciate it and waved her hand away.

  He laughed lowly, with a hint of mockery in his eyes: "If you feel wronged by my side, I can let you go. I don't want to see you being unhappy every day."

   Situ Mengyao tried her best to hold back the water color flowing out of her eyes.

  She paused, squeezing a few words from her dry throat: "You have been impatient with me, if... I agree and leave."

   Ye Feixu's hands were tightly clasped, and he looked at her in shock, his eyes almost turning red.

  Situ Mengyao couldn't help it anymore, tears fell in her eyes.

  She was never used to crying in front of people. She stood up slowly, and when she bent her body slightly, a pendant slipped out of her neck.

  Ye Feixu looked at the things in her neck and felt dazzling. He stretched out his hand and waved, pulling out the things in her neck violently and threw it aside.

   "You..." Situ Mengyao lifted her eyes slightly, looking at the jade butterfly pendant that was torn apart, a touch of pain passed through her eyes.

   She whispered: "Forget it, it's useless anyway."

   "What? My heart hurts?!" Ye Feixu's eyes stared at Situ Mengyao's eyes for an instant, he was mad with jealousy, and his expression was a bit savage.

  He suddenly grabbed Situ Mengyao's hand and pulled her into his arms with a strong pull.

His face was not bright and cheerful, but only endless depression and coldness. He almost yelled at her: "You are my woman in this life when you marry me. Don't expect me to let you go. I won't let you die."

   Ye Feixu used the drunken madness to pin her slender waist fiercely in his arms, and then kissed her fiercely.

  He is like an angry little beast, biting her tongue frantically, beside her lips.

  Situ Mengyao's tears filled her eyes slowly falling down, full of bitterness.

  Lip and tongue hurt. She could hardly feel it, she just felt that her heart was hurting badly.

  The tip of his tongue was full of the smell of alcohol, and he looted wantonly in her mouth. Finally, Situ Mengyao couldn't stand his brutality, and finally pushed him away forcefully.

  Ye Feixu lifted the tears from her face with her thumb: "Why? Very guilty? Is it disgusting to be kissed by a man you don't like?"

  Hiding outside listening to the corner, Ouyang Liuyun shrank his neck because of the cold wind. He hated iron for not making steel: Ye Feixu, you are still not a man, what are you doing so arrogantly! Just go if you are a man!