Song Chengsi also wanted to ask Tong Wenya, since the child's father is Nangongzhe, how did she provoke Chunyu's family.

He didn't believe that she and the child hurt Chun Yuchen. How could a child hurt people? Tong Wenya was not a person who took the initiative to hurt others.

Chun Yulang had already walked over, with a rare smile on his face, "Welcome, Superintendent Song."

This Superintendent Song also has a lot of myths in the arena. He was performing a secret mission. Of course the common people didn't know it. It didn't mean that the Chunyu family didn't know.

"Thank you, the second master."

Chun Yulang glanced at Tong Wenya a little worriedly, and when she passed by, he whispered: "Follow him, otherwise you will be the one who suffers."

"I see, thank you Second Young Master."

Tong Wenya could see that Chun Yulang cared about her, he knew that his eldest brother would be inexplicably angry before he deliberately kept his distance from her.

"Well, just know, I'll go first." After Chun Yulang finished speaking, he turned to Song Chengsi, "Superintendent Song, please!"

Little Keji hadn't woken up yet, the housekeeper didn't dare to alarm him, and personally carried him to the children's room prepared by Chun Yuchen's new order.

No one can figure out what happened to the young master and why he should be so good to other people's children. The workers privately speculated that the eldest master might have an unspeakable concealment and could not give birth to him, so he might have to take this child by force.

Tong Wenya was at the end, and the security guard was afraid that she would run away again, and two security guards followed her.

Fang Shiqing sent Tong Wenya away with a little wrist. Yu Sisi was also happy, and heard Yan Ming's return, saying that Tong Wenya and the child were back again, and that they were escorted back by some superintendent.

"Damn it! It's still lingering!" Yu Sisi said angrily.

She patronized herself and became angry, but ignored the displeasure flashing on Fang Shiqing's face.

Fang Shiqing is Fang Shiqing, and she quickly recovered as usual. She smiled and said, "I said, Sisi, you are too sloppy, how can you say that Wenya is taken away? You should also ask her what she meant first. Maybe she has no idea about Lang Zhen."

"How can I come back if I have no idea! Bastard, absolutely deliberate."

Fang Shiqing cleared his throat, and Yu Sisi also realized that he was too exposed, and hurriedly explained in a low voice: "Sister Shiqing, you see I am so angry that you laughed."

"It's nothing in front of me. In the future, you should pay attention to your image in front of the others in Chunyu's family."

"Yes, yes, Sister Shiqing, thank you Sister Shiqing for teaching."

He promised, Yu Sisi was thinking, what else could he think of to drive the fox away.

...

At Chun Yuchen's door, the security guard knocked on the door and reported: "Young Master, Tong Wenya has brought it."

"Let her in, you all go down!"

"Yes, young master."

Tong Wenya took a deep breath and opened the door.

She was so depressed now that she couldn't tell the man what kind of emotion it was.

"How is Xiao Rou? Is she still here, or is she back in the game?" She asked Chun Yuchen softly.

Chun Yuchen's cold eyes looked at her quietly without saying a word.

What a powerful aura, she instantly felt a kind of oppression, as if she hadn't run right.

"Thinking that I am smart enough to run?" he asked coldly.

"I know you want to catch me, I can't run. So please, stop playing such silly tricks."

"Come here!" he ordered coldly.

"I won't go there!" She raised her head.

"You don't want to see your son anymore?"

"You are despicable and shameless! Why are you threatening me with Nangong Tetsu's son?"

"If I like it, come here and don't let me say it again."

This **** bastard! Why does he always treat her like a cat and a mouse, or he likes her wholeheartedly like when he was Xiao Ye, so she can face him with him. Or, just let her go, so unclear, what's the unclear?

Tong Wenya didn't move, Chun Yuchen stretched out his hand and pressed the hands-free button on the phone on the coffee table in front of him. Opposite him was the respectful voice of the housekeeper: "Master, what's your order."

"Put the child..."

"I'm here!" Tong Wenya interrupted him, and walked towards him quickly.

"Master, please order." said the butler.

"Forget it, just do what I said at the beginning."

"Yes, young master."

Tong Wenya walked to Chun Yuchen and stood still, her small face coldly, "Let's talk, eldest master, what instructions, what orders."

"Sit on my lap!"

what? She heard it right.

"Let me say it again?" Chun Yuchen asked impatiently.

"I..." With a tight wrist, Tong Wenya was pulled over by Chun Yuchen. Then, his sturdy body tilted down, and she was easily pressed under him.

"You...what are you doing?"

"As soon as I left here, I immediately went to have dinner with Nangong Zhe. I haven't seen him for a day, like every three autumns? Huh?" He squeezed her chin, eye to eye and nose to nose, looking at her coldly.

"Chun Yuchen! Enough of you! Don't you like Xiaorou? Why do you feel jealous, don't you feel strange?"

"Jealous? You deserve it too!" He increased his strength. Two slender fingers were like steel tongs, and Tong Wenya felt that her jaw was about to break.

Tong Wenya met his fierce gaze, and she was forced to go back.

Thinking of Song Chengsi's sadness and questioning, and thinking that it would be impossible to have a peaceful life in a lifetime, she could no longer restrain her emotions and yelled at him.

"What do you want? You are sick! You bother me, don't you know? I want a normal life, a normal relationship, a normal marriage. It's all you bastard! It's all you! I hate you! I hate... …Umh..."

Chun Yuchen's hand loosened, his thin lips suddenly pressed down, and he kissed her slightly opened lips tightly.

He closed his eyes and tasted her soft lips with heart.

Tong Wenya was also taken aback, since he lost his memory, he had never kissed her like this.

This kiss is as affectionate as Xiao Ye's kiss during the filming, even lingering, and slightly punished. She wanted to push him away, and his kiss made her inseparable like magic.

His tongue picked her lilac uvula, forcing her to dance with him and spin.

Bastard, you bastard, Tong Wenya sinks weakly. Her tears are like water bursting a bank, overflowing and overflowing.

Chun Yuchen kissed her sweet lips for a while, and then slid her big hand to the highest point of her.

No! She should not be taken down by him again inexplicably.

She shook her head vigorously and finally took off his lips.

Tong Wenya gasped violently and yelled at him anxiously: "You are sick! What are you?"