Chapter 90 Punishment

Yong Chengwei's memory recovered, he was overjoyed, and Wen Mo no longer had to worry about the other party's random thoughts.

And Yong Chengwei, who has recovered his memory, has become a good boyfriend of twenty-four filial piety, caring and serious, serving his pregnant husband Wen Mo like a little ancestor, but in Yong Chengwei's eyes and heart, isn't his lovely little wife just aDelicate little ancestor?He is willing to do this, and never tired of it!

Just like now—

"Husband, my legs are cramping!" Wen Mo lazily leaned on the imperial concubine's couch, holding a plate of freshly cut fruits in his hands, wearing a blue long gown, dangling on the couch with only white socks on his feetgo.

Yong Chengwei put down the miscellaneous notes in his hand, came over and saw that there was no place for him to sit on the couch, and the stool was still on the other side of the wooden table, so he simply picked up Wen Moheng, sat on the imperial concubine couch by himself, and turned his bodyThe mellow boy was wrapped in his arms.

A fiery big palm covered Wen Mo's calf, and a mellow male voice came from behind, with tremors, Wen Mo's earlobes turned red, "Cramp here?"

"Hmm..." Wen Mo moaned in Yong Chengwei's arms, like a child without milk, even if his white and tender cheeks rubbed against the stubble on the opponent's chin, bringing a tinge of red, he didn't care at all.

Wen Mo, who was pregnant, became more and more dependent on Yong Chengwei. It was not so obvious before, that is, from the past few days, Wen Mo liked the aura of being a monarch in Yong Chengwei's body so much that he didn't want to leave for a moment.

The reason for this situation is that Wen Mo's love for Yong Chengwei in his heart, that is to say, this sense of dependence mostly comes from his psychological effect, because he is more sensitive and fragile because of having a child, he needs a reliable and powerfulPeople come as their own support; as for the second, it is because of the special connection between Qian Jun and Kun Jun. For Kun Jun, he longed for Qian Jun's approach, but for the pregnant Kun Jun, Qian JunThe attractiveness of the woman will become stronger, which is due to certain physiological needs of Kun Jun's body, and the breath emitted by Qian Jun can make Kun Jun more calm and stable during pregnancy.

"Is it comfortable?" Yong Chengwei asked, he always cared about Wen Mo's feelings.

"Comfortable..." Wen Mo took a mouthful of plums, smiled and looked up at Yong Chengwei's chin, and asked, "What did you think at the beginning, why did you pretend to be Xi Xi to visit me?"

Yong Chengwei was taken aback for a moment, his hands kept moving, and he hesitated slightly in his words, "That's just getting married at that time, I'm afraid you will be bad for the general's mansion..."

"Liar!" Wen Mo pouted, "Husband, you are lying!"

"I..." Yong Chengwei pursed his lips, feeling that it was a little hard to express his little thoughts in the open now.

"Say it quickly!" Wen Mo turned over in Yong Chengwei's arms, rubbing the protruding Adam's apple with his white teeth, and successfully heard a low gasp, "Say, say..."

"Okay..." Yong Chengwei moved his Adam's apple. Although Wen Mo's lips had already left, there was still a trembling and numb feeling. He resisted the excitement rising in his body, and said slowly: "At that time II just found out that you are the child I met more than six years ago, and the day I lifted the hijab, I was really amazed by you, so at that time, two emotions were in my heart. When I realized it, I was already dressed like thatsneaked into your house."

"We are related by fate," Wen Mo shook his head. In fact, he can't remember the first meeting between the two six years ago, but the feeling of reunion after a long absence is always somewhat different., "I don't even remember what happened six years ago."

"Me too, but I was vigilant at the time, and I sent someone to check your information, and then I realized it."

In fact, Yong Chengwei lied about this sentence.

Until now, he still clearly remembers the first encounter six years ago. He fled into Xiao Wenmo's room, and was refuted by the other party.There was a strange emotion, even though the other party was only a ten-year-old child, Yong Chengwei took it to heart.From that night on, he could always think of the child's exquisite face like that of a Guanyin boy, and the bright red mole on the back of his foot...

Yong Chengwei didn't even know why these things appeared in his dreams, so he couldn't help telling Wei Xi about his experience of meeting Xiao Wenmo at that time.

Until one night later, Yong Chengwei had a dream.In fact, since his mother passed away, he seldom had dreams. Even if he had dreams, they were mostly suppressed and blamed for losing his younger brother. These were deeply pressed on his heart, making him breathless.And that night was the first time his reputation as the "ghost-faced general" spread far and wide. Yong Chengwei, who had won a big victory on the battlefield, drank a few more glasses of wine that burned his throat with his comrades. After falling asleep at night, the dream invaded little by littleinto his mind.

The dream was full of mist, hazy, beautiful, beautiful, softness that he could not see on the battlefield, and then he saw a figure from the back, which seemed to be a young man, the back of the opponent was white and attractive, and the shoulder blades were thick and soft.The arc is beautiful and natural, like a butterfly about to spread its wings, and it will fly away in the next moment.

Yong Chengwei saw the young man walking into the pool step by step, as if he was about to take a bath. He knew clearly that peeping was not done by a gentleman, but he couldn't control it!He thought, this is just my dream, I just take a look, just take a look...

Thus, Yong Chengwei, who was tempted, approached the young man little by little in his dream, as if he wanted to see the other's face clearly...

But the next moment, Yong Chengwei became hardened.

He saw a bright red mole on the back of the boy's foot, it was so bright and familiar, it reminded him of the vivid child in his memory.

Yong Chengwei looked up in disbelief, and then he saw a dreamy face, a bit more mature than Xiao Wenmo, about fifteen or sixteen years old, ignorant and pure white, Yong Chengwei felt that he just took a second look, will defile the other party.

The dream came to an abrupt end, and Yong Chengwei woke up, but his pants were wet.

At that moment, he deeply despised himself, feeling that there would never be anyone more beastly than himself in this world.

Afterwards, perhaps because of that dream, or perhaps because of the secrets he hid in his heart, Yong Chengwei forced himself to forget about that child and that bright red mole, until they met again after their wedding...

"Oh, this is fate!" Wen Mo naturally didn't know what Yong Chengwei was thinking, he pretended to pat him on the shoulder, and was about to say something, but he heard that a young master surnamed Han was visiting.

"Young master surnamed Han? Who is it?" Yong Chengwei frowned, trying to search his memory to see if he knew such a person.

Seeing Yong Chengwei's expression of amnesia, Wen Mo said with a smile: "It's Han Li!"

After a pause, Wen Mo suddenly felt a little guilty. He forgot to tell Yong Chengwei that Han Li was Xiao Li's business, "Hey husband, I'll tell you a secret, don't be angry with me!"

It was the first time Yong Chengwei saw Mo's guilty look, and he said curiously, "What's the secret, tell me."

So Wen Mo didn't care that there was a Mr. Han waiting outside, but directly leaned on Yong Chengwei's shoulder, and whispered in the other's ear.

Originally, Yong Chengwei was still enjoying the approach of his little wife, feeling the warm breath and soft body, but after hearing Wen Mo's whisper, his expression became darker and darker, like the bottom of a pot.

Wen Mo told Yong Chengwei how he guessed Xiao Li's identity on the way, how he noticed the difference in that person at the banquet, and everything about the showdown in the restaurant afterwards, and then pinched Yong Chengwei with a doggy face.Seeing that the other party's complexion was really ugly, I had to say cautiously: "Husband, are you not angry? Didn't I, I forgot?"

"Forgot?" Yong Chengwei's smile was a little dangerous, "Aren't you afraid that he will harm you?"

"Don't you still have your husband!" Wen Mo tried to act like a baby and get away with it.

It's a pity that Yong Chengwei doesn't accept that at this moment. After all, this is an issue related to Wen Mo's safety, and it is definitely not a fuss. "But I was not in the restaurant that time, and you were with him. Wen Mo, you are really good!"

Seeing that Yong Chengwei seemed really angry, Wen Mo quickly posted it, after all, this time it was really his fault, "Husband, please punish me, don't be angry, okay?"

Yong Chengwei didn't have the heart to punish the other party at all, but he was very angry in his heart. Seeing Wen Mo's pitiful appearance, he hugged him and wrapped his arms around Wen Mo's chest, pretending to be indifferent: "NowI'll punish you, count it yourself! Thirty times in total."

"What are you doing... ah!" Before Wen Mo could finish his sentence, he received a crisp slap on the buttocks. It didn't hurt very much, but for a person who had lived two lifetimes, it was different.Shame, "Husband..."

Hearing Wen Mo's trembling voice, Yong Chengwei was unmoved, "Counting."

Knowing that acting like a baby is useless, Wen Mo could only curl his lips, and said obediently, "Just a moment."

"Snapped!"

There was another crisp sound, followed by Wen Mo's obedient voice, "Twice."

Just like that, for a full thirty strokes, the two of them seemed to have forgotten about Han Li who was waiting outside.

Yong Chengwei hugged Wen Mo in his arms again, and raised his hand to rub the other party's buttocks which had been hit thirty times, "Do you know what's wrong?"

"I don't know." The corners of Wen Mo's eyes were red, not because of pain, but because of psychological shame and some unspeakable physical stimulation, and his whole body exuded a tender feeling that was about to bloom, "Husband, are you still angry?"

Looking at the baby in his arms, Yong Chengwei could only feel helpless, "Just know, remember to tell me next time you find something, don't take risks."

"I see..." Wen Mo responded in a low voice.

"Does it still hurt?" Yong Chengwei comforted and stroked Wen Mo's back, "Did I hit hard?"

Yong Chengwei didn't dare to use force, but he was still worried.

"It doesn't hurt anymore, but I want you to rub it." In front of Yong Chengwei, Wen Mo was used to acting like a baby, and soon the little anger in Yong Chengwei's heart disappeared without a trace. He could only sigh helplessly, and resigned himself to Wen MoKnead the soft flesh of the buttocks.