Chapter 69
In this narrow space, with the bright lights on overhead, the naked two were pressed tightly together, making all the sounds and movements stand out and unusually clear.
Listening to the charming sounds, Xia Mao blushed like a haze, suppressed panting inadvertently spilled out from the corner of her bitten lips, and every time she was ashamed she was busy biting her lower lip, but Ling Yichen, who was always watching her, always had a way to make her scream louder.
Ling Yichen, who had endured for days, was like a hungry wolf that could not be fed, holding the woman in his arms and heaving up and down, wanting her again and again, until she was limp and unresponsive in his arms, and then he was inside her again and again.
He held the woman's sweaty body for a long time.
He reached up and tucked all the long hair from the woman's face behind her head, looked at her delicate brow and asked softly, "You can't let go of me, can you?"
The woman's head drooped on his shoulder and her slightly open mouth exhaled against the back of his neck.
"Just the way you are, how could I possibly let you go?"
Ling Yichen held her and rubbed her for a while longer, until he had another reaction of his own, before he busied himself with dressing the two of them and then carried her back upstairs to his flat.
The next morning Xia Mao woke up to find a pair of large hands on her hun, then she felt a strange sensation inside her body, and the pleasure immediately came over her like a tidal wave, she "grunted" twice, and the man behind her immediately acted like a mechanical switch, moving fast and hard.
When all was calm again, the first thing Xia Mao did was to jump off the bed with the blanket in her arms and legs, running to stand two metres away from the bed and looking back at the man lying naked on the bed.
"Are you sick?" Xia Mao's eyes were red, this was not her intention at all, "I've said I don't want to be with you anymore, and you're still treating me like this!"
Ling Yichen looked at the woman's clear eyes and knew that as long as this woman left his side and wasn't where his hands could touch her, it would just be completely impossible for him to tempt her with his body again.
Slowly, he picked up his shorts and put them on, then walked over to her and jutted out his lean pecs to try and see if the hormones in his body would turn her on as well.
"Are you nuts!?" Summer ended up blushing and taking a few slow steps back against the wall around the covers, "I'm telling you, this is the last time, don't you ever come looking for me again and I won't come out with you again."
As if he hadn't heard her, the man reached out and pulled her into his arms, "Is it too cold to freeze back there against the wall?"
"You ...... don't you touch me!" Only as soon as Xia Mao's body touched Ling Yichen's, she felt a numbness all over her body, her eyes blinked and tears flowed down her face.
"What's wrong?" Ling Yichen looked at his heart and ached, lifting his hand to cup her face and wiping away the tears at the corners of her eyes with his fingers, "Why are you crying?"
"I wonder if I'm sick?" Xia Mao's tears rolled down like broken beads, "Whenever you touch me, I feel uncomfortable, is it the same for other women who let men touch them?"
"That's because you like me." Ling Yichen swept her into his arms and patted her back heartily, "Stop thinking nonsense and stop trying to leave me, no matter what your mouth says, but you can't let go of me in your heart."
Xia Mao knew he was telling the truth, because in her heart she did care for him and liked him, but thinking of all the women he had out there, she couldn't allow herself to go on like this, even with all the love and reluctance she had.
She got out from under his arm, went to the wardrobe and found two pieces of clothes and went to the bathroom, and when she came out again, she looked at the man who was standing in front of the floor-to-ceiling window, wearing only his pajama trousers, and said, "I'm leaving."
Ling Yichen looked at the woman wearing a dark blue plaid shirt and black tight legged jeans, "Blow dry your hair!"
"No," Xia Mao shook her head, "I'm still in a bit of a hurry."
She hurried towards the door and when she reached the front door, she looked back at the man who had followed her into the living room, "Don't call me again, and don't look for me."
Ling Yichen watched her back disappear and was busy picking up the phone as well, "Follow her, see where she's been and who she's met."
He went to the bathroom only after the phone was dropped.
Xia Mao went straight from the flat to the bus station and waited there for half an hour before Xia's mother got off the bus with a big bag.
"Mum..." Xia Mao ran over to meet her like a happy bird.
"Mamoru." Xia's mother stretched out both arms, allowing her daughter to wrap her arms around her neck, smiling incessantly, "My old daughter isn't helping her mother with her things?"
"Oh." Only then did Xia Mao react to pick up the things in Xia mother's hand, "Mom, do you still have an older daughter?"
"Stinky girl! Where else does mum have another daughter?" Xia mother lifted her hand and lightly slapped her daughter on the head.
"Then how do you call me the oldest daughter?" Xia Mao laughed and dodged.
Xia mother's hand stopped moving, then she thought that her daughter had lost her memory, her eyes flashed before she touched Xia Mao's head and said, "Mom only has one daughter like you, you are mum's oldest daughter and mum's oldest daughter."
Xia Mao was busy reaching out to put her arm around Xia's mother and deliberately laughed, "You scared me, I thought you had some kind of illegitimate daughter!"
"Your mother doesn't have that ability." Xia's mother followed Xia Mao out of the station, reached out and hailed a taxi, then gave the taxi an address.
"Where are we going?" Xia Mao had been thinking all morning about where to take Xia Mao for two days and one night.
"Back to our own home, of course." The first thing you need to do is to get a new house.
"Sure!" Xia Mao was actually not really used to living in a dormitory, especially since several of her roommates always looked at her with disregard, making her very uncomfortable.
"It's just that mum isn't home, and there's no one to cook for you when you're home." Xia's mother said with some bitterness, "Mom can earn three thousand yuan a month at your Aunt Heng's place, and she also provides food and accommodation, and hardly has to spend a penny, if she comes back here, she may not be able to find such a suitable job."
"Mom, you don't have to worry about me, I can do everything by myself, and I can go to work with my classmates on weekends to earn money."
Xia Mao had long guessed that the Xia family's life was quite hard, that's why the last time she received that pile of five thousand yuan from Xia's mother, her heart just got harder and harder.
"Silly child, what kind of job are you going to work for?" Xia mother snapped at the back of her hand, "Your main task now is to study, you don't have to care about anything else, you have mum."
"Mom ......" Xia Mao didn't know how to speak for a moment, she suddenly realized that these four years of university life should also be a no burden for Xia's mother.
Chapter 70
Xia's mother took Xia Mao to the Xia family in the Kangqiao district of the wall city.
Xia Mao looked at the pictures hanging on the wall in the living room, greatly all of them were pictures of her from the time she was one year old to now, her heart warmed up.
"Mom, this picture is so ugly, why do you still have her hanging here?" Xia Mao pointed to one of the photos where she was eating a cake with her mouth wide open, and said to Xia's mother.
"That's the reward I bought for you when you just learned to call your mother." Xia's mother laughed next to her, "You didn't have big eyes back then when you were fat."
"And this one is also ugly, those legs are thick like an elephant." Xia Mao pointed to another picture of a four or five year old eating an ice-cream.
If I raised my hand to hit you, you would deflate your mouth: "Mom, don't hit me, it hurts. I couldn't do anything about it." Xia's mother smiled as she recalled the past.
"Mom, you have a good memory, you still remember everything after all these years?" Xia Mao looked at Xia mother adoringly.
"That's because it's related to you." Xia mother smiled and twisted Xia Mao's nose, "Come and see what delicious food mommy has brought for you."
"What is it?" Xia Mao watched curiously as her mother took one food box after another out of the bag.
Xia Mao's almost had red eyes again, these things were impossible to make without three or four hours, and Xia Mao was on the bus at six in the morning.
The new bed sheets and covers were all replaced with new ones, "These are all newly washed by mum. I've bought everything for you."
"Mum, I don't need anything." Xia Mao hugged her mother from behind and said affectionately, "As long as you are here, I don't lack anything."
Xia's mother's heart was sour, she had a feeling that something must have happened to her daughter in the past two years, but her daughter said she had lost her memory, whether it was true or not, she didn't want to press her, as long as her daughter returned to her side in good health, she was satisfied, she didn't want to ask about the past, she just wanted her daughter to have a better life in the future.
The mother-daughter duo went shopping in the afternoon and were cooking when Leng Junsheng and Li Jiyao called one after another, insisting on visiting Xia's mother.
Xia Mao was too kind and had to tell them the address, but it turned out that along with Leng Junsheng, Song Jia Nan and Leng Ling were also coming.
Xia Mao looked at her mother who was busy in the kitchen and was very distressed, "Mom, just make two less dishes, you've been cooking for more than two hours."
"Silly child, it's your classmates' first time at home, we have to treat them well, and they are all your good friends."
"But you're exhausted."
"Mum is not tired, Mum is happy to see you young people together." Xia's mother put the seasoning on the soup and put the lid on the pot before she asked her daughter with a smile, "I've seen Junsheng and Li Ji Yao treating you well, they're not both courting you, are they?"
"Not at all?" Xia Mao's face flushed as her mind flashed back to that naked man from the morning.
"I think both of them are good, if they are ordinary friends, then it doesn't matter, but if they are boyfriend and girlfriend, we must choose one and reject the other clearly, it's not a good idea to drag things out." Xia's mother said at length to her daughter.
"I know." Xia Mao smiled and nodded her head.
"I just hope that you will have a decent boyfriend who will treat you well and give me a grandson, then I will be satisfied." Xia's mother washed her hands under the faucet, then reached out and smoothed out the strands of hair that stood up on top of Xia's head, and looked at her tenderly, saying, "My daughter is so cute and pretty, whoever marries her will be burning incense for eight lifetimes."
"Mom, how can you praise your daughter like that?" Just as Xia Mao finished speaking, there came the doorbell, Xia Mao was busy saying, "They're here."
"You go and open the door quickly, Mum will bring the dishes up."
Li Jiyao arrived alone first, having bought quite a lot of fruit.
Leng Junsheng and the others arrived later and also bought fruit and quite a lot of nutritional products.
When Xia's mother saw it, she said it again for a while, and then told them all to hurry up and serve it.
It wasn't the first time they had met Xia's mother, so they talked and laughed and ate to their heart's content until about 9pm.
Xia Mo sent them downstairs and watched them all get into the car before heading back home again.
Ling Yichen sat in the Cayenne not far away and watched as Leng Junsheng and the others just waved to Xia Mo without much contact before saying to the driver, "Let's go, back to the Ling Residence."
When they arrived at the Ling Residence, Ling Yichen looked at his son who was already asleep, sat on the edge of the bed and reached out to touch his chubby feet.
Immediately, Ling Yuanqi stirred his feet in discontent, and his thick beak "barred" twice, without even turning over, he went back to sleep again.
Looking at his son's cute appearance, Ling Yichen couldn't help but curl his lips.
No wonder they say that sons follow their mothers, this son really looks just like his mother, that thick pouting expression of dissatisfaction is exactly the same as Xia Mao's. But how can a boy look like that woman in the future?
He stretched out his fingers and touched his son's fat hand again.
This time, Ling Yuanqi grabbed his finger and held it tightly, not even loosening his grip.
Ling Yichen sat there and let him hold it until he was probably tired of sleeping and rolled over, then he let go of his hand.
Ling Yichen lowered his head and gave his son a gentle kiss on the forehead, then left Ling Yuanqi's bedroom and went back to his room without greeting Lu Wanru.
The next morning he left home early and went to the office. In the afternoon, he drove behind Xia Mao to the station, but he didn't follow her in, instead he just waited outside the station, thinking that after Xia Mao had sent Xia's mother out, he would drag her away even with a hard tug.
But not long after, he saw Leng Junsheng running into the bus station in a hurry and panic.
Ling Yichen followed him in, just in time to see Leng Junsheng and Leng Xinmo standing face to face, talking to each other.
The man was slightly chubby, with strong eyebrows, not very handsome, but clean and clean-looking, while the woman, needless to say, was naturally gorgeous.
The two stood there, just like doing an exhibition, the crowd's eyes could not help but put them on.
Leng Yichen's eyebrows were slightly knitted as he walked towards them.
"...... that Ling Yichen at a glance is a white-faced, can not be relied on, just know to look at the face to see the body," Leng Junsheng blocked in front of Xia Mao, "I am not as shallow as he is, but I know your inner beauty ......"
"Really, Mr. Leng also knows her inner beauty?" A cold voice suddenly came from behind him.
Xia Mao stretched her head and saw Ling Yichen, whose face was as frosty as ice, looking at them with a burning gaze.