Chapter 1487: Mr. Zhan’s Temptation (2)

"Let's go and assemble the broken things you made."

The little bully was hung in the air by her father: "..."

Ahhh!

You don't want to save face.

Sang Xia was preparing to rest in the bedroom, so Rong Zhan came back just in time to help her watch for a while.

The little baby was obediently lying in mommy's arms to sleep, but Sang Xia suddenly felt a little worried about the outside when she just lay down.

The little bully was afraid that Rong Zhan would punish him. As the head of the family, Rong Zhan was actually good to have deterrence and majesty, otherwise he really thought that no one could deal with him, but it was not good for the child to be too scared, which would affect their father-son relationship.

Sang Xia thought about getting up and taking a look.

As a result, as soon as she opened the door, she saw such a scene.

Rong Zhan sat on the carpet with an elegant and lazy posture, leaning against the sofa, one of his slender and powerful legs stretched out and the other bent, with a little boy who was almost three years old in his arms.

Assembling a complex simulated car model, the little body sat there quietly, looking particularly serious.

Rong Zhan just lowered his head and watched his son assembling the device. When he was confused, he occasionally gave some lazy advice. His tone was casual and lazy, but he could accurately tell which step he had reached. He seemed not to care about his son's every move, but when he spoke, he could be accurate.

He still cared about it.

When Xiaobawanghua was successfully installed, he looked up at him happily, as if he hoped to get praise from his father.

Rong Zhan was not stingy, and he touched his son's head with a slight twitch of his lips, which was considered encouragement.

Sang Xia saw the scene between the father and son, and she knew that she was indeed overthinking.

But that picture was really beautiful, which made her feel warm and relieved.

Sang Xia went to rest without worry this time.

But she would not say that Rong Zhan, who was with the child, really showed a different kind of sexiness on him at that time.

Sang Xia went to catch up on her sleep, and when she woke up again, the two little guys were asleep beside her.

But there was no sign of Rong Zhan in the room.

Sang Xia slowly got up, pinching her aching neck while walking out in slippers.

Rong Zhan was sitting on the sofa, drinking coffee and using his laptop, and seemed to be busy with something. When he noticed his wife coming out, he looked at her and said, "Why didn't you sleep a little longer?"

Sang Xia rubbed her neck and said weakly, "I have a lot of work recently and I can't sleep well."

After saying this, Rong Zhan suddenly put down the computer in his hand, closed it, and threw it aside. He sat on the sofa and waved at her, "Come here."

"What for?"

Sang Xia just took out a sheet of music from her bag, and looked up to see him asking her to come over.

But even though she asked, she couldn't help but walk over.

Sang Xia walked to him and wanted to sit on the sofa, but Rong Zhan pulled her to sit on his lap. Sang Xia was caught off guard and fell directly into his arms.

She raised her eyebrows slightly, her ears were frightened, and she wanted to sit outside, but Rong Zhan grabbed her waist and said, "Don't move."

Rong Zhan's narrow and long phoenix eyes were dim, and no unusual emotions could be seen.

Nothing could be seen either...

Sang Xia thought he wanted to be with her for a while, and just wanted to get up and save time for a while, but the next second she heard Rong Zhan's deep and hoarse voice, "Wife, turn around and sit."

Rong Zhan asked her to sit on his lap with her back to him. Sang Xia thought he was going to do something, but suddenly a slender hand fell on her sore neck.

She hummed, and her sore neck felt much more comfortable with his moderate kneading.

She didn't expect Rong Zhan to observe her so carefully when he was busy with his work.

He knew that her neck was uncomfortable.

The tight and sore muscles were slowly kneaded by him, and the pores all over her body were almost opened with comfort.

The stiff muscles also relaxed.

Sang Xia was in so much pain at first that she couldn't speak, but after a while, she asked while enjoying his considerate massage, "Rong, Rong Zhan... um... you... today..."

She originally wanted to ask him a serious question, but who knew it would turn out like this at the beginning.

Hooligan.

He must have done it on purpose!

Sure enough, Rong Zhan massaged her neck and shoulders from behind, and whispered to her ear with his thin lips, "... um? Why don't you say anything? Wife, your voice is so beautiful."

Sang Xia was shocked when she heard it, and pinched him without thinking, but he was hard and difficult to pinch.

Then he sneered.

With his smile, Rong Zhan turned her around easily, and Sang Xia's hands quickly supported on the sofa beside his shoulders.

When she lowered her head, she could see Rong Zhan's smile on his lips.

"Wife, I didn't hear enough just now, tell me again."

He said, holding her slender waist, tightly pressed against his body.

Sang Xia blushed.

Even though the child is almost three years old now, and they have been together for so long, Sang Xia still couldn't help blushing under Rong Zhan's gaze and words.

Rong Zhan has such charm.

It makes people fall in love with him.

He is like brewed wine, the longer it is brewed, the more it has his own flavor and charm.

Sang Xia didn't know, if he is like this now, what will happen when he is thirty or forty years old.

Mature and charming, dark and rogue, I am afraid it will become more and more difficult to resist.

But now.

Sang Xia sat on him, with her hands on the sofa on both sides of his shoulders, looking at his delicate eyebrows and eyes, and her eyes met his. She suddenly felt her body soften out of control.

Rong Zhan smiled meaningfully, and he pulled her down. Sang Xia couldn't help but bury her head in his neck and put her hands around his neck.

Sang Xia was kissed by him, and she slowly tried to regain some rationality and said, "Why did you give them a lecture today?"

This "they" naturally refers to the two little guys.

"What's the matter? They will know it sooner or later. After all, in another half a year, they will be arranged to go to the base for formal study."

Sang Xia was stunned when she heard this.

Although she had thought of it a long time ago, she still felt it so fast.

Her lips moved, and just when she was about to say something, Rong Zhan suddenly blocked her lips and murmured in a low voice, "Don't think about it, or think about your current situation."