Chapter 162

"Dad, what is aunt Shen talking about? What, don't, don't touch her? " Mo asked coldly, but when he raised his head, his eyes were full of cunning and snickering.

Leng Shaoheng's expression was slightly embarrassed, his eyes were introverted, and his voice was low and said, "I don't know, maybe aunt Shen is having a nightmare!"

Cold words Mo picked to pick eyebrow, "Oh? Then someone must have bullied aunt Shen in this dream! "

"Maybe." Leng Shaoheng felt his throat itchy and gave a dry cough.

He looked at Shen Qingqing on the pillow. Her cheeks were red with low fever, her eyebrows were wrinkled tightly, her lips were slightly open, and she seemed to be sleeping very uneasily.

Leng Shao is determined to move. After he left Shen Qingqing's house that night, he sat downstairs and pondered for half a night, wondering if he had scared her. According to his investigation, there has been no other man around Shen Qingqing in the past five years, only Lin Zihan, but the relationship between them is also very delicate. From now on, it is mostly Lin Zihan's wishful thinking.

In other words, he is the only man in her life for more than 20 years.

However, that night five years ago was a wonderful and endless memory for him, but it was a complete nightmare for an unknown Shen Qingqing.

He still remembered that she was shaking like chaff under her body, pleading and crying, just as she said in her sleep now, "no, don't touch me..."

Is it a bad thing for a strange man to seize his body and take away his innocence? What's more, his action at that time was not gentle enough, and he didn't even say a word of comfort in her ear, so that night became her nightmare for many years!

Leng Shaoheng stretched out her hand and smoothed her frowning brow with her cool fingertips. Unconsciously, her movements brought her a hundred percent tenderness, as if she were touching some fragile treasure.

You don't like it. If I don't touch you, it's you. Don't be afraid. Sleep at ease!

He was too young to stay up at night. His head kept dropping down. When he fell down towards the place where Shen Qingqing was, his big hands firmly held his head and upper body. He put him on the pillow beside Shen Qingqing and covered the quilt for him.

Leng Shaoheng looks at the big one and the small one on the bed, and his heart is soft. He sits beside the bed and guards them to sleep. He helps them cover the quilt kicked away by lengyanmo, and tests the temperature of Shen Qingqing's forehead with the back of his hand until the sky turns white and the sky turns red with a touch of morning glow.

The night finally passed.

When Shen Qingqing wakes up, what she sees is her lovely sleeping face. As soon as she sees her handsome little face, she raises a soft smile.

It has to be said that the most mysterious thing in the world is gene. This steamed stuffed bun is only five years old. He has seen his future appearance from his handsome nose and picturesque eyebrows. After all, it's Leng Shaoheng's son. His left and right sides are not bad, but whether he can be more handsome than his father remains to be proved.

Just that pair of eyes, watery clear bottom, I do not know who. It's mostly the mother I never met.

When she thought of it, she felt sour.

"Click" the door lock rings gently. Leng Shaoheng comes in from the door in a neat handmade suit. He is holding a plate with a bowl of lean meat porridge with scallions floating on it.

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