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Do you like Ye Daoming?

"If you're really afraid of me getting hurt, then don't say anything more." He spoke in a low voice, but his eyes were filled with dejection, "Now, I have your fear. That is enough."

… ….

Just then, the phone rang. Qin Yuanyuan answered.

"Hello, hello. Is she Lu Yihan's mother? " The teacher on the other end of the phone felt uneasy, thinking that he should explain everything clearly. Otherwise, if Director Ye really hated him, he would lose his job …

"En, hello. I am Lu Yihan's mother." Qin Yuanyuan replied.

"When Yihan fought in the kindergarten today, it was only because she was an illegitimate child. "You are his mother. I hope to educate your child in communication with other children …"

His teacher's phone was still ringing in his ears. An illegitimate child … On the French side, no one would bother about this, but on the domestic side, it was like the shackles of a scandal that could cause harm to their son at any time.

No wonder when she scolded her son today, he had a heartbroken rebuttal, but she wasn't willing to give him any chance to explain. She really wasn't worthy of being a good mother …

She hadn't thought that the damage would come so early. Even though his son was only three years old, even though the children in the kindergarten were his age and didn't know anything, it still hurt.

And if Yihan grew older in the future, what kind of harm would such an identity do to her?

Qin Yuanyuan only felt as if her heart was pinched. The pain was extremely intense, but her eyes were unknowingly moist, and tears were about to flow out.

She wrinkled her nose and wiped her eyes with her hand. Just as she stood up and turned around, she was stunned.

Unknowingly, Lu Ziyi was leaning at the door of the bedroom, staring at her with a heavy gaze.

Looking at him, she had a complicated feeling in her heart. She didn't know what to say.

He walked slowly up to her and suddenly reached out a hand and clasped her jaw.

Pain!

She frowned slightly and tried to turn away, but his fingers were too tight to keep her from opening them.

"What are you doing?" she asked in a low voice, afraid that she would wake her son, who was still asleep.

However, Lu Ziyi just stared at her with a heavy gaze and looked at the wetness in her eyes: "Do you want to cry? And why cry? "

Her body stiffened as she once again thought about her son's illegitimate child. "This has nothing to do with you." Saying that, she tried to break away from his fingers.

"Yeah, it's indeed none of my business." The corner of his mouth hooked up slightly, "Yuanyuan, I'm willing to wait for you, willing to slowly wait for you to believe me once again, and then return to my side. However, this doesn't mean that I'm willing to watch you and Ye Daoming together."

He watched her and Ye Daoming alight from the carriage, watched Ye Daoming carrying Yihan, watched her walk shoulder to shoulder with him, and felt that something was surging and boiling in his chest.

When they were together, it was as if they were a family. It looked so harmonious.

He did not know what Ye Daoming said to her, but he saw that she did not avoid his fingers that were on her lips, and that she was looking at him.

And were her tears because of Ye Daoming?

Would she be with Ye Daoming?

Is it because of Yihan, that's why she hasn't left me for the time being?

Jealousy was devouring his rationality, making him unable to even calm down. She knew that this kind of method might cause her relationship with him to sink into an even worse situation. The relief she had obtained these past few days might no longer exist, but … At this moment, he only wanted her.

He just wanted to be sure that she would still be his!

His lips suddenly pressed heavily against hers, as if he was trying to remove the scar left by Ye Daoming's finger, and desperately kissed her every inch of lips.

"Ugh …" Qin Yuanyuan pursed her lips, preventing Lu Ziyi's tongue from invading. On the other hand, she kept pushing him away with all her might, just because she was worried that her son would be in the room, hence she didn't dare move too quickly.

His fingers on her chin gave a little tug, and she felt the pain. Her lips parted involuntarily, and the tip of his tongue squeezed into her mouth.

He kissed her like a thunderstorm, his fingers sliding inside her clothes.

Her body stiffened as she suddenly understood what he was trying to do. And because she understood, her struggles became more intense. When his tongue left her mouth, she whispered, "Si Jieyu, what is the matter with you?"

"Crazy?" He laughed softly as his lips moved along her neck and kissed her collarbone, "I have long since gone mad. Yuanyuan, when you left me four years ago, I had already gone mad."

He pressed her against the wall to the side, his fingers already sliding over her chest, latching onto the softness of her chest, his legs pressing between hers in such a way.

"Don't..." Qin Yuanyuan panted, her body incomparably tense: "Yihan … Yihan is still in his room, don't do that, don't do that in front of Yihan! "

Even if her son fell asleep, she could wake up at any time. Even if her son didn't wake up, she wouldn't be able to wake up.

Lu Ziyi's movements stopped: "You really care about Yihan the most." Had she really stayed because of the children?

His heart ached... Could it be that she couldn't look straight at her, even if it meant giving her the slightest bit of an opportunity?

… ….

"Do you like Ye Daoming?" His voice was hoarse like a roaring wild beast, causing one to be unable to refrain from trembling.

"Is that important?" She only begged him not to go on and to let her go.

"It's important to me." He still maintained this posture, and a large hand was even tightly pressing onto the softness of her chest: "Speak, you care about me. Besides Yihan, the second person you care about is me."

"Alright, I care about you. The second person I care about is you." She hurriedly asked, her gaze occasionally shifting to her son who was sleeping soundly on the bed. She was really afraid that her son would wake up at this moment.