Since there were no outsiders around, Mo Mo could do whatever he wanted. He deliberately climbed onto Wen Lu's lap. He originally wanted to be coquettish with Wen Lu, but when his hand shook, the cake fell on Wen Lu's suit pants.

The little guy looked at Wen Lu innocently: "Mo Mo, I want to be beaten."

Wen Lu: "..."

Do you still know how to fight?

Wen Luben was a person with severe mysophobia. Tongyao was afraid that he would get angry, so he quickly brought a towel over and said, "Go upstairs and change into a pair of pants."

"Let the little guy wash it for me."

"How old is he? How can he help you wash him?"

"Then you wash it for him."

"..." Tong Yao curled her lips, "No."

Wen Lu looked at her, with a dark light in his deep eyes, and raised the corners of his lips: "You are just like Wen Mo!"

Tong Yao glanced at him, could she be the same as Wen Mo?

The little guy knew he was in trouble, so he kept silent and ate the cake silently.

Wen Lu went upstairs to change his pants.

Nursery Rhyme patted his hand gently: "Don't be so careless in the future."

"How many times." Wen Mo was very obedient, "Mo Mo... be good."

"Well, an obedient child is a good child."

"Dad is angry."

"Dad is not angry." Nursery Rhyme looked at the little guy's clear eyes and asked, "Are you happy about your birthday today?"

"Yeah!" Mo Mo nodded heavily.

Children don't know how to hide things, and it can be seen from the nursery rhymes that Mo Mo is very happy today.

When he was tired, Tongyao sent Wenmo upstairs to sleep and took a bath himself.

After a hard day's work, she was a little shaken. Taking care of a child was quite tiring. Fortunately, she didn't have to go to work tomorrow, Saturday.

I thought Wen Lu was in the study, but I didn't expect him to be in the bedroom, sitting on their big wedding bed wearing black silk loose pajamas, looking down at the book in his hand.

Hearing the sound of footsteps, Wen Lu raised his head and saw Nursery Rhyme who had just finished taking a shower and blowing her hair.

Nursery Rhyme's neckline was slightly loosened, revealing her snow-white neck. Against the background of her long black hair, she looked like a peach.

Wen Lu's slender hand was fixed on the page of the book without moving. A pair of eyes like black pool water were locked on her body, and his thin lips were pressed tightly and slightly raised.

"It's getting late." Nursery Rhyme closed the room door and said softly, "Would you like to read some more or turn off the light?"

The air-conditioned wind was blowing, and thin silk was casually covered on Wenlu's body.

He closed the book and threw it on the bedside table: "Sleep."

"Okay, then I'll turn off the light." Tong Yao sat beside the bed and turned off the light.

The bedroom suddenly fell into darkness.

However, before she got into bed, Wen Lu's big hand suddenly came from behind, hugged her waist, and pressed her on the bed.

"Ah!" Tong Yao cried out unexpectedly, and Wen Lu's expression couldn't be seen clearly in the darkness, "Don't want to..." today.

"Why? Huh?" Wen Lu spoke vaguely, his voice was hoarse and restrained, but the movements of his hands did not stop. His lips kissed Tong Yao's earlobe, neck, downwards, and his teeth bit open the laces of her pajamas.

"I'm so tired... I want to sleep, I'm sleepy."

"Then just sleep." At this time, Wen Lu certainly couldn't let her go.

Tong Yao's body trembled, not used to his erratic fingers: "Wen Lu... Wen Lu..."

She called his name softly, begging for mercy, but she really didn't want to.

She was really tired when she celebrated Mo Mo's birthday today.

"You don't call me husband in bed?" Wen Lu bit her lip.

The nursery rhymes pushed him, but they couldn't push him.

It was a dark night outside the window, and it was also dark in the bedroom. Tong Yao couldn't see Wen Lu's expression clearly, but she only knew that he drank a lot tonight.
Chapter completed!