Chapter 14 Wangfu Jackie Chan

Yang Mengmeng, who was lying in **, closed her eyes, but did not fall asleep, and there was a wave of muttering in her heart. Murong Qingyun clicked the mouse and turned off the player, and then Yang Mengmeng's naughty and sweet smile appeared on the computer desktop. He sat quietly on the chair, lit a cigarette, and smoked thoughtfully.

Yang Mengmeng still closed her eyes, and her nose smelled a choking smoke. She turned over and said in a sonic tone, "After you smoke, remember to brush your teeth, or don't go to bed. If you really dare to go to bed without brushing your teeth, be careful of my Hedong.

Murong Qingyun poked the remaining half of the cigarette into the ashtray and said, "Oh, I know."

Turn off the computer and stereo and get up to wash. He brushed his teeth slowly, mechanically and distractedly looking in the mirror. Things that can be done in two or three minutes usually take several times more time. Turn off the lights, go to bed, and look at the ceiling with your eyes open. People say that beautiful women have a bad temper and are difficult to serve. However, Yang Mengmeng is not like what everyone said. In terms of **, she is too conservative, which makes Murong Qingyun's sexual life not very happy.

Murong Qingyun, who was lying flat on **, recalled the past of the two and sighed. He went up and down, and the motion remained unchanged for four years without any renovation. In this process, Murong Qingyun's request for a change was rejected by Yang Mengmeng. Although he has failed many times, he is as determined to make new attempts. After all, he must pursue him.

I remember that the first time they held hands, her palms were sweating, and they were still held by me in a daze. To be precise, they were still held by me. The first time she kissed, she was only 16 years old that year. She stood stupidly and couldn't make a sound. The first time she touched her chest through her clothes, she screamed, jumped away, and sweated all over. After so many years of coaxing and deceiving, I had sex with her. Before doing that, she refused to take off her clothes and go to bed. After linging to the bed, she lay stupidly again** and whispered, "Be gentle... I'm afraid." After that, she snuggled up in my arms and said stupidly and naively, "They are yours. You have to be good to them all your life..."

"Are you asleep?" Murong Qingyun suddenly asked.

"No, do you want that again?" Yang Mengmeng yawned and replied.

"I want to talk to you." Murong Qingyun said what he thought.

"It's so late, I'm not in the mood. Let's talk about it tomorrow?" Yang Mengmeng said with a small mouth.

Murong Qingyun, who did not answer directly, turned over and hugged Yang Mengmeng, held one of her earlobe in his mouth, and gently sucked it a few times, which made her feel itchy. His hands also went from the bottom up, followed the nightdress made of pure cotton, climbed to the top of the peaks, and gently kneaded them.

Yang Mengmeng opened her eyes, opened Murong Qingyun's hands, turned over, and said with a pouted little mouth: "Chat and communication are all excuses. I knew you were going to do something bad."

Murong Qingyun felt completely wronged and said innocently, "I really want to have a spiritual communication with you."

Yang Mengmeng couldn't hide the smile on her face and said calmly, "Come on, I'm not the first time I met you. When did you become a literati? Why don't I know? Don't you always think of yourself as a layman? Hey... Honey, if you want, just say it. I cooperate with your work. Don't tell others that this is a sign of your shyness.

Murong Qingyun smiled bitterly and said, "You misunderstood me. I really just want to talk to you."

The face is like a morning glow, and Yang Mengmeng, whose beautiful eyes flowed, snickered in her heart. After all, Murong Qingyun's disappointing child was touching a part of her body with his head high. He is not surprised about this matter. It completely belongs to a man's normal physiological reaction. Yang Mengmeng judged that he was different from Murong Qingyun's body language.

The air conditioner blew out a cool breeze, which made Yang Mengmeng sleepy and yawned, "This is what you said. It doesn't matter. Haven't you been holding back for more than two months? Hurry up if you want, or I'll really sleep. I really want to talk, so let's talk slowly tomorrow."

She waited for Murong Qingyun's reply. After listening to Yang Mengmeng's brainless words, he was depressed for a long time and thought of a classic sleave. A couple is doing a human-making exercise. The man is tired and out of breath, while the woman's face does not change, her heart does not change, her eyes are open and she breaks her fingers, and tells her husband a detailed account list while calculating accounts. Murong Qingyun just looked at her with the help of some bright light, and his heart was confused. Did their seven-year itch happen in advance? The two were silent and wide-eyed. Yang Mengmeng felt bored, turned over again, closed her eyes and went to sleep.

Ten minutes ago, Murong Qingyun especially wanted to do something that was not suitable for children. In an instant, that strong desire suddenly disappeared. Originally, I thought there was a wonderful night, but my mood went from excitement to depression in an instant. **It's very harmful, and it seems to be right to crack down on people. He remembered smoking and was worried that Yang Mengmeng beside him would be chattering about himself, so he gave up the idea. In addition to boredom, I sat up and found that my chest was developing towards the A cup, and my stomach was also fat. My whole body was a little like M-shaped, which fully proved that my life in the past year was quite corrupt. Think about it carefully, there is no chance to be destroyed by Sister Qiu Wei. Her cooking skills are really not flattering.

"It's so late, why don't you go to bed? What on earth do you want to do?" Yang Mengmeng said with a smile.

Murong Qingyun, who was too distracted, suddenly banged and looked down at Yang Mengmeng, who was looking at him and said, "There is a lot of pressure and insomnia. Didn't you make a fuss about going to bed just now?

"I'm afraid that when I sleep comfortably, you will lift other people's nightdresses to do immoral things." Yang Mengmeng said shyly.

"Since you can't sleep, shall I talk?" Murong Qingyun asked for advice.

"Talk about it!" Yang Mengmeng got up, shrugged his shoulders slightly, sat cross-legged and said, "We are both only children, and we can have two children. They want a boy and a girl. It's better to have dragon and phoenix twins, so that they can be in place at once, so as not to suffer the crime of having another child again. It is said that natural childbirth is particularly painful, and it is better to have a caesarean section.

"You won't have it, will you?" Murong Qingyun's nerves were highly nervous and surprised.

"I'm just saying, don't be so nervous, okay?" Yang Mengmeng said with a crazy smile.

Murong Qingyun, who was relieved, really didn't want to have children in the pioneering stage. Yang Mengmeng's nonsense words really shocked him into a cold sweat. One is troublesome enough, and she still needs two. That's true. It's women who give birth to children and men who raise children. In a child's life, a woman's task is completed, while a man is completely trapped.

These days, hospitals are very willing to have a caesarean section. A caesarean section of 6,000 yuan in Hedong City has brought huge economic benefits to the hospital. If the mother gives birth naturally and the baby is not smooth, the doctor will encourage her and her family to take a caesarean section. It is reasonable for the World Health Organization to call some hospitals in China profit-only.

It's expensive to have children, but it's more expensive to raise children. It costs at least hundreds of thousands of yuan for a child to graduate from college. Among them, the labor costs of parents are also included. Although Murong Qingyun is not worried about economic problems, he is worried about his energy involved. The idea he believes in is that if it can't be passed down in history, then it will stink for ten thousand years; he can't come to the world silently and then leave quietly. After all, wild geese leave a sound and people leave a name.

Yang Mengmeng thought that Murong Qingyun was listening carefully to his ideas and cheered up his ideal life: "In the future, we should not buy a house too big, as long as we can have one room for our two children, one for our mothers one by one, and we can have another room. !"

"It's really not very big, it's just five bedrooms." Murong Qingyun shook his head and said with a wry smile.

"After we get married, we are a real family, so I want everyone to live together and take care of each other." Yang Mengmeng added.

In order to strengthen Yang Mengmeng's economic awareness, Murong Qingyun said seriously, "In your conception, this house is at least 200 square meters. In Hedong City, houses of more than 200 square meters have neither multi-storey nor elevator apartments, which are basically villas. We have an apartment-style house, which costs 3,000 yuan per square meter on the edge of the main urban area. Your house will have to go up at least 600,000 yuan, not including decoration, household appliances, furniture, etc. I guess I can't take it without 1 million yuan.

Yang Mengmeng straightened her chest, raised her head, and looked forward to it, "Of course I know that as long as there is a villa!" I want to live in a villa, but also a separate one, and a large garden. They just sat on the chairs in the garden and watched our children play.

Murong Qingyun's economic guidance to Yang Mengmeng has not been effective, further explaining: "Our villa in Hedong City is 8,000 yuan per square meter, and a single villa should be more than 300 square meters, which costs millions!" Do you really think it's a paper house? According to my brother's meager salary, I won't have a chance until 100 years after I don't eat or drink. Hey... At that time, we will give our dreams to the children and let them burn them for us. You are all adults. Don't think about what it is."

Yang Mengmeng was unconvinced and pouted and said, "This is to spur you to have a positive and enterprising heart."

Depressed Murong Qingyun sighed that his economic education for Yang Mengmeng ended in failure. Before her, she had passed the door and had inherited the fine tradition of Chinese women: hope her husband to become a dragon.

Murong Qingyun smiled faintly and said, "You don't have a whip in your hand, it must be a whip."