Chapter 371

Knowing that Zhang Ruiqing couldn't escape from the disaster, he gave up all his defense, but Ling shaotian couldn't stop kissing and wanted more.

Physical suffering is nothing, but mental illness, Ling shaotian know that only Zhang Ruiqing can help her solve, since with her in the hotel utility room after that thing happened, that she committed suicide for such a thing, Ling shaotian's gun subconsciously admit.

It's Zhang Ruiqing.

Why, he felt guilty and shouldn't have done that to her, but he did, which hurt her deeply. Ling shaotian's heartache was hard to recover.

From then on, his gun didn't respond to any woman, only Zhang Ruiqing. This was confirmed some time ago. At first, he thought it was a relapse of an old disease. Later, he realized that he had been influenced by his heart.

According to the words of nanziheng, it is to give up treatment. Yes, Ling shaotian is punishing himself in disguise. In his life, he only gives up on the woman in front of him.

The kiss continued, but the man did not move. Zhang Ruiqing was like a puppet, lying in Ling shaotian's arms, looking at him empty.

"You..." Ling shaotian seems to have been splashed with a basin of ice water on his body, and his face looks at her.

"Go on, don't go on. If I don't, I'll go to bed." She was calm without any waves, indifferent to the point of resolution, and her voice was ethereal and desolate.

Sure enough, he irritated Ling shaotian in this way. Regardless of the scabby wound, he turned over, rudely pulled open her clothes, and gnawed at the soft place of Nen Bai'er like vent.

Zhang Ruiqing lay motionless and let him do whatever he wanted.

Ling shaotian is more cruel and crazier, which sets off Zhang Ruiqing's indifference. She knows what kind of action she can't stand most when she swims away from her sensitive hands. But at this time, Zhang Ruiqing is holding on to the sheet tightly, shivering all over, biting her lips tightly, not letting herself have any reaction.

Looking at her appearance, Ling shaotian finally abandoned her armor and lay on one side, gasping for breath. It's like a person who has been hungry for a week. There's a big table of delicious food in front of him, but he won't let you eat it. It's not like death.

"Ling shaotian, do you only use strong ones?" Zhang Ruiqing tears across the corner of her eyes, dripping on the pillow, said sadly.

He turned his back to her, light mouth, with some cold thin: "only you can torture me like this, Zhang Ruiqing, very good, you continue to maintain this ability."

There are too many couples with strange dreams in the same bed, and there is only one couple in front of them.

Zhang Ruiqing looked at the crib beside him. There was no movement. After a long time, he slowly closed his eyes and fell asleep.

One day is too tired, facing Ling shaotian is a exhausting battle, she must raise enough spirit, because she also has daughter and parents, can't live only for love.

In the middle of the night, Zhang Ruiqing was awakened by Dabao's cry. She quickly got up, patted her, coaxed her softly, and shook her crib to let her sleep again.

Similarly, Ling shaotian turns around slightly, opens her hazy eyes and looks at her gently coaxing the child. Their eyes collide. Without the tension before going to bed, she whispers: "sorry, I wake you up."

"Nothing." Then he got up and carefully went to the edge of the crib, looking at the sleeping child.

After coaxing for a while, Zhang Ruiqing said again, "go to sleep, or she will wake up around five o'clock and won't sleep again."

"So early?" Ling shaotian was surprised and looked at the little baby who was breathing peacefully and slept soundly.

"She does it every day." Zhang Ruiqing is used to responding.

Because the topic involves children, Zhang Ruiqing's face is full of soft light, but Ling shaotian found an embarrassing thing, reached out and pointed to: "your clothes!"

Zhang Ruiqing looked down and saw that the two places in front of her heart were full of water stains. She was immediately flustered. She quickly covered the two pieces with her hands, turned around and ran to the bathroom.

Looking at myself in the mirror, the water stains in front of my heart suddenly feel ashamed and shameless. But at this time, Ling shaotian knocked on her door.

"Come out." He said faintly.

Zhang Ruiqing was even more flustered. He stepped back and leaned against the door. He said incoherently, "well, wait a minute. I'm here. Oh, you don't have to worry. Go to sleep."

"Open the door. I've got clean clothes for you." Only through a door, Ling shaotian's voice came in.

Well, the clothes had to be changed. Zhang Ruiqing put her hand over her heart and opened the door. Ling shaotian stuffed the clothes in. Just then, the child burst into tears.

"Dabao..." Zhang Ruiqing was worried and cried out. No matter what the clothes Ling shaotian brought in, he quickly changed them on. He fainted. How could it be a black shirt that only covered his hips? What's the matter.

Outside the house, the children's crying is getting louder and louder. Ling shaotian coaxes them gently, but it has no effect. He urges them to come out as soon as possible

Well, kids are more important.

She took a deep breath, pushed the door open, ignored the cool feeling of her legs, rushed to her daughter's side, quickly picked her up, and got into the quilt, coaxed her to lie in her arms to feed her.

The little guy hummed and hawed when he ate, but there was no sound. At this time, Ling shaotian finally reflected that the woman was wearing his clothes, leaning on his bed, feeding... The child.

Just now, she was in a hurry to think about her child. Now the child was coaxed in her arms. Zhang Ruiqing's ears were red. She put out her hand and patted the position beside her. She pretended to be indifferent and said, "go to bed, too. It's too late."

Ling shaotian's deep eyes stare at her, and she looks at her embarrassment and shyness, which makes her feel hot and dry.

Damn, her careless action can completely crush Ling shaotian's will.

Step forward, reach out and hold her back of the head, hold her chin in one hand, kiss her lips with a quick breath.

"Well..." Zhang Ruiqing was excited and trembled. Dabao was still in her arms. Was the man crazy.

Want to struggle, but dare not move, let him wantonly swept her mouth, reason and thoughts.

Zhang Ruiqing only felt that the tip of his tongue was hooked away by him, dancing wildly in his mouth with a unique flavor, deep and shallow, and then in his own mouth, entangled with silver, unspeakable ambiguity.

Until she felt that she was about to get angry, Ling Shaocai let go of her. Her lips were slightly open with ambiguous feelings, like an elf dancing under the moon, which made people unable to resist.

Ling shaotian slightly bends down and sticks her pink face to his heart. Zhang Ruiqing feels the crazy jump in his heart. His blood is boiling, as if he wants to swallow everything.

The child has stopped sucking, sucking, sweet sleep again, Zhang Ruiqing looked up, eyes into Ling shaotian deep eyes, she slightly swallowed a mouthful of saliva, break the silence: "what time, what time?"

Ling shaotian raised his hand to have a look, softly responded: "it's almost 3 o'clock."

"Sleep, sleep, it's really late." She kowtowed and said, her face red, holding the child in her arms, delicate clavicle under a piece of porcelain white, magnificent appearance let Xiaoling shaotian immediately stand up.

He wasted a lot of energy, finally put down the boiling, turned and lay down to his own position, took a deep breath, closed his eyes and forced himself to sleep.