Chapter 222

C222 – You Bastard

“Are you really not afraid, wife? Then I won’t be polite.”

With that, he pulled Shang Cijie’s face, sealed his lips, and forcefully took over him.

Because it happened so fast, Shang Cijie was unable to react. When he came back to his senses, Mu Sifa had already kissed him to the point that his moist eyes became blurred.

This damned man, is he really giving it back to me? Didn’t you know that I was just provoked by him?

No, he knew, and he did it on purpose.

Damn it! It had indeed been five years since they last met. As for this man, he was becoming more and more difficult to deal with.

“Mingming is still here, stop.”

His reason was pulled back by Shang Cijie as he was worried that Shang Mingming would suddenly wake up.

“The little guy doesn’t seem to be used to this sort of thing. I don’t think he would care about it. It’s fine.”

How could he be fine? How can I live if Mingming sees me?

Mu Sifa’s throat dried up when he heard that.

“If I don’t go, I’ll be here! Does it matter if my son wakes up? Aren’t you afraid of being seen by him?”

Using a beautiful and magnetic voice to whisper beside Shang Cijie’s ear, he looked like he was trying to induce Shang Cijie.

“I don’t want it. Bastard, you bullied me.” Those tears were like pearls with their strings cut; no matter what, they could not be retracted.

Mu Sifa didn’t expect Shang Cijie to be this scared and immediately panicked, “Alright, alright, alright. We won’t do it, we won’t do it.” He hugged Shang Cijie to comfort him.

Shang Cijie didn’t answer and just kept on crying. It was unknown if he was really scared or if he just cried out the grievances he had suffered for the past five years.

Mu Sifa had not touched Shang Cijie for a long time. He couldn’t control himself so he became like this. Therefore, he blamed himself for making Shang Cijie cry.

“You bastard, wuu wuu ~ ~ you only know how to bully me.” He continued to cry.

Listening to Shang Cijie’s crying, Mu Sifa’s heart was in pain, as if he had gone back to that night five years ago.

“Sorry, I won’t scare you like this next time.” Ye Zichen kissed Shang Cijie on the forehead to comfort him, while a hint of discomfort also appeared in his eyes.

“I say you two! If I don’t say anything, you won’t stop, will you? Can you sleep well and not teach bad children?”

All of a sudden, Shang Mingming sat up and looked at his parents with dissatisfaction. He looked like he woke up early, but he kept quiet.