Mr Fu, I Really Love You

She jogged to the bed and handed the photo to Cen Mo, then went up on the bed and leaned against Cen Mo’s chest. “Look, isn’t this Xiangsi when she was little…”

The photo was a solo shot of Lu Xiangsi when she was little. In it, she wore a princess frock, and her hair was tied up in two plaits… looking pretty like a barbie doll.

Cen Mo smiled and looked at the photo, then at Tuan Tuan on the phone. He nodded. “Mm… if Tuan Tuan were to put on the same clothes, he would certainly look identical to Xiangsi when she was little!”

Song Yao leaned her head against Cen Mo’s chest and took Lu Xiangsi’s photo. Her vision then fell upon Cen Mo’s phone, on Tuan Tuan’s beaming face.

She said, “I feel that Tuan Tuan’s smile is more vibrant than Xiangsi’s! It means that Nuan Nuan and Fu Huai’an really took good care of Tuan Tuan!”

Cen Mo subtly nodded.

Previously, when Cen Mo saw the photo of Lin Nuan refusing to let go of Tuan Tuan despite having a gun pointed at her head, he merely felt that she was a stupid woman!

But later, when Cen Mo came to know that the baby in Lin Nuan’s arms was Tuan Tuan, Lu Xiangsi’s child, apart from gratitude towards Lin Nuan, he also felt a sense of respect towards her…

Frankly speaking, if Cen Mo were in Lin Nuan’s shoes, he wouldn’t have hesitated in handing the child over!

Cen Mo’s experiences all these years taught him not to risk his own life for the sake of a child who had no blood relation to him.

Cen Mo pinched Song Yao’s thin shoulders and said, “I’ll take good care of you and our child too!”

Song Yao nodded. “Mm, I believe you!”

Song Yao liked the way she got along with Cen Mo now. So long as she didn’t ask to leave the Cen residence, so long as she didn’t make Cen Mo feel like she was trying to escape, Cen Mo was very normal and gentle.

“I’m going to learn French tomorrow. During lesson time, I’ll find the time to daydream and think of you!” Song Yao said to Cen Mo.

“I’ve thought about this problem…” Cen Mo placed Lu Xiangsi’s photo at the head of the bed and said as he locked the screen, “Why don’t you learn at home? I’ll invite the teacher to our home. If you want to be immersed in the environment… I can hire ten-odd tutors to practice with you at home!”

“Haven’t we agreed on it?” Song Yao propped herself up with a hand against Cen Mo’s chest. “How can you go back on your word?”

“You’re pregnant, and I’ll be worried if you leave the house!” When Cen Mo said this, although he was smiling, Song Yao could tell his attitude was firm on this issue. He wasn’t planning to discuss it with Song Yao, he was giving her an order.

Song Yao held back the fury in her heart and asked Cen Mo, “You’re actually afraid I’ll leave you, right?”

The warm atmosphere disappeared. Song Yao’s chilly tone made the atmosphere a little nerve-wracking.

“Cen Mo, we’re already married and have a child coming. I don’t know what else you’re worried about! Don’t tell me you’re going to trap me in this house forever. Apart from keeping you company, I’m not allowed to go anywhere?”

“You’re too uptight, Song Yao!”

“You’re the one who’s uptight!” Song Yao’s voice had a reprimanding tone to it.

Seeing Cen Mo’s gaze instantly turn dark, Song Yao didn’t wish to make things even more ugly between the two of them.

She calmed herself down, then removed the rubber band from her hair and tied her hair up again. She knelt on the bed, pulled up Cen Mo’s hand, and placed it on her heart, trying her best to speak as gently as possible. “You’re too uptight, Cen Mo. We’re already married. I want to lead a normal life with you. I know you lack a sense of security, so I’m willing to try with you. Let’s figure out a way that makes both of us comfortable, shall we?”

Song Yao’s attitude was particularly sincere.

Without waiting for Cen Mo to reject her, Song Yao was already straddling Cen Mo’s body. Her arms circled his neck, and she pressed her forehead against Cen Mo’s. “You’re not willing to try for my sake? You’re not willing to test how much I love you, whether I will… abandon you when you turn around?”

Sensing Cen Mo tighten his grip around her slender waist, Song Yao suddenly kissed his lips, her voice as alluring as a newborn kitten. “With your capability, even if I were to run away to the ends of the earth, you would be able to capture me! But if you were to be laxer in your control over me, or even let go entirely, you’ll find out how much I love you… that I won’t leave you. You’re not willing to give this a shot?”

Cen Mo remained silent. This, to Song Yao, was a good sign.

“You don’t like the way I’m speaking to you so gently, the way I’m clinging to you and hugging you? You like the way I flare up at you, always looking to run away from you?” Song Yao asked.

Cen Mo frowned. “Song Yao…”

“Or…” Song Yao unbuttoned Cen Mo’s pajamas with her slim and pretty fingers. “You like the porcupine-like Song Yao and not the Song Yao you see right now?”

Song Yao kissed Cen Mo’s jaw, then his neck…

“Yao Yao… stop fooling around!” Cen Mo grabbed Song Yao’s soft hand that was reaching inside his pajamas, his voice a little raspy. “Careful, the child!”

“Then tell me, which Song Yao do you like better?”

Cen Mo felt like the tail of a kitten gently brushed his heart. He flipped around and pinned Song Yao underneath him, using his elbows to prop up his body to avoid pressing upon Song Yao’s tummy, breathing heavily. He said, “I like… the Song Yao who cried when I f*cked her hard!”

Song Yao’s ears turned red. With her heart rate escalating, she looked straight into Cen Mo’s eyes, which had a hint of lust in them now. “Great, I also happen to like the Cen Mo who f*cked me so hard it made me cry!”

It was like turbulent waves were stirred up inside Cen Mo’s heart. He had originally said those words to scare Song Yao, but it ended up bringing out the lust in him…

Cen Mo’s remaining strand of reason stopped him from pinning his muscular body against Song Yao’s body. He got up and strode to the bathroom. As he got closer to the door, he said, “Just try this one time. I hope that you’ll be good like you said, Yao Yao… I think you won’t want your activity to be confined to this room in the future.”

After Cen Mo said this, he slammed the bathroom door behind him.

His voice was like coarse gauze, a grainy texture, deep and sexy.

Song Yao pulled up the pajamas that had slipped off her shoulders and propped herself up. Hearing the sound of the shower coming from the bathroom, she couldn’t resist laughing, a faint shade of red on her cheeks.

Despite knowing what Cen Mo was doing, she still wickedly walked to the door and knocked on it. “Cen Mo… want me to help you?”

Even though there was the sound of water running inside, Song Yao could still hear Cen Mo’s heavy breathing…

“No need! Go further away!”

At this time, even hearing Song Yao’s voice was a form of torture to Cen Mo. If she were to help him, he was afraid he wouldn’t be able to stop himself from pinning Song Yao against the wall and going in and out of her ferociously. He was scared he would end up hurting the baby.

Cen Mo’s ferocious voice didn’t manage to intimidate Song Yao at all at a time like this. She was gleeful at having succeeded in her prank. “I can lend you a hand.”

When the man in the bathroom thought of Song Yao’s slim and tender hand, the temples on his forehead popped out, and his heart pounded…