After Escaping Marriage [GL]

Cheng Zhanxi looked down at Yu Qingtang's hand that fell on his waist, and his slender and flexible fingers held a dark golden nightgown strap in his hand. As long as she gently pulled it away, she would be like a flower blooming in spring. The same, with buds and sprouting cores, slowly blooming at her fingertips.

Cheng Zhanxi was both looking forward and nervous. Time seemed to press the slow release button at this moment.

The silent became the sound, like water droplets in a stalactite cave.

tick-

tick-

Every drop splashed on Cheng Zhanxi's unbearable heart, imagining Yu Qingtang's fingertips slowly passing her skin, her heart beating violently.

puff. puff.

drop--

The water drop stopped in mid-air, and Cheng Zhanxi felt the sudden tightening of his waist, his expression stagnant like a water drop.

Of course it wasn't that Yu Qingtang hugged her,

Yu Qingtang moved her fingertips flexibly, fastened the tie of her nightgown, and closed her collar by the way.

"Be careful of catching a cold."

Yu Qingtang didn't dare to look directly at the beautiful jade-like skin on her neck, and she didn't dare to look into her eyes, which would make her mouth dry for no reason, so her eyes stayed on the long strand of hair beside Cheng Zhanxi's ear. , tucked her behind her ear, and her white auricle appeared more and more transparent under the lamp.

Yu Qingtang's hand fell to his side in the future and was grasped by Cheng Zhanxi.

Cheng Zhanxi was still a little angry at first, but when he touched Yu Qingtang's soft and delicate hand, it was completely scattered, leaving only helplessness and laughter.

"Does it look bad for me to dress like this?" Cheng Zhanxi sighed in his heart and patiently conveyed his aesthetics to her.

Yu Qingtang looked at her.

Cheng Zhanxi's appearance is upright and bright. Needless to say, he has everything he should have, with a slender waist and long legs, and his two arcs are extraordinarily full. When the light hit her, her skin was as white as milk, lustrous and lustrous, and the dark golden silk nightgown matched her very well. There was a thin belt around her waist. A kind of light mature temperament.

"Good-looking." Yu Qingtang nodded honestly, not as good-looking as in the smoke pink long-sleeved pajamas before, as if there was something more.

"What more?" Cheng Zhanxi asked her in a low voice. Yu Qingtang unknowingly said what was in his heart.

"I have no idea."

Cheng Zhanxi took her hand, landed on his face, and said, "Touch it and feel it slowly."

Yu Qingtang touched her face, the corners of her mouth curved up unconsciously, and said, "It's very slippery."

Cheng Zhanxi closed her eyelids lightly, rubbed her palm fondly, and said in a lazy nasal voice, "Continue."

Yu Qingtang's fingertips lingered on her cheeks, eyebrows, eyes, nose, slowly back, turned to ears, pinched her thick and plump earlobes, and couldn't put it down.

Cheng Zhanxi, like Yu Qingtang, has sensitive ears. Yu Qingtang kneaded her earlobe, which turned red after a while, like a piece of warm red jade.

Cheng Zhanxi's cheeks were also dyed a touch of crimson, as if using natural rouge.

Yu Qingtang rarely observes Cheng Zhanxi so carefully when she is awake. Because of her shyness and other reasons, she is very new to Cheng Zhanxi like this. Every little movement of her can easily affect her, just like her Same as yourself.

"Xixi..." She murmured, her eyes filled with madness.

"I'm here." Cheng Zhanxi tilted his head and kissed her warm fingertips.

Yu Qingtang tapped Cheng Zhanxi's slightly open and closed red lips, learned to remember the movements of Miles Zhanxi, and pressed it lightly, and clearly saw the other person swallowing down his throat.

So Yu Qingtang swallowed.

Cheng Zhanxi looked into her dark pupils, opened her lips slightly, and said softly, "Give it to me."

Yu Qingtang asked blankly, "What?"

Cheng Zhanxi said nothing, lowered his head and bit her fingertips.

Yu Qingtang kept looking at her, so she could see how Cheng Zhanxi treated her.

Her cicada-like eyelashes fell lightly, filled with amber light like the moonlight. From this angle, the bridge of the nose looks taller and taller, and the skin is so delicate that you can't pick out the slightest blemish. She looked down slowly and slowly, and saw her red lips biting her fingertips.

The tip of the tongue rolls over the pulp of the fingers, bringing a feeling of squeezing, and the teeth drop fine tooth marks.

She closed her eyes, the corners of her eyes blushing.

Yu Qingtang didn't know why, but her face turned red and her heart beat faster.

"Cheng Zhanxi." Her voice was not as calm as usual, with a hint of urgency.

Cheng Zhanxi was working and could only make a slight nasal sound: "Huh?"

"I want to hold you."

Cheng Zhanxi let go of her fingertips and smiled, leaned back her slender snow neck, followed by a tossing of her wet long hair, and a few water droplets fell on the floor.

Yu Qingtang hugged her, wrapped around her thin waist, and put her face on her chest.

She found that Cheng Zhanxi's heart was beating as fast as hers.

The material of the silk nightgown was very slippery, and Yu Qingtang's hand lingered on it unconsciously.

"Cheng Zhanxi."

"Um?"

"Cheng Zhanxi." Yu Qingtang called her name more urgently than before, with slightly dazed eyes widening.

She is longing for something.

Her hands circled to the front, as if self-consciously re-holding the lace of the woman's nightgown, pulling it out little by little.

Cheng Zhanxi looked down at her hand, then raised her head to look at Yu Qingtang's dark and deep eyes.

Yu Qingtang: "I..."

Her slender knuckles curled up, and her voice was soft as if she had never heard it: "...Is it alright?"

With Cheng Zhanxi's nasal sound of approval, Yu Qingtang's breathing became heavier.

The automatic curtains of the floor-to-ceiling windows were pulled up, the night was blocked, and the room was as bright as day. Yu Qingtang saw details that he had not seen before, and held his breath.

The straps of Cheng Zhanxi's nightgown were loosened, and the silk nightgown was loosely stacked around his waist, with light floating on it, like a dark golden lotus flower with snow-white petals and bright red cores.

Yu Qingtang stood still, if not for breathing and blinking, he almost thought it was a statue.

Cheng Zhanxi tilted his head.

"Yu Qingtang?"

Yu Qingtang retracted her gaze subconsciously, and immediately lowered her eyes, as if looking at her one more time would be blaspheming her holiness.

Cheng Zhanxi frowned.

"look at me."

Yu Qingtang looked at her face.

"Look down."

Yu Qingtang glanced, so fast that Cheng Zhanxi thought she was dazzled.

Cheng Zhanxi frowned: "Am I ugly?"

Yu Qingtang stumbled: "No, no, you are perfect."

Cheng Zhanxi frowned deeper and said, "Then you..." She suddenly thought of a possibility and said, "Let's go to the bed and turn off the light."

Yu Qingtang obeyed obediently, and the room fell into darkness.

The two of them were lying on the soft big bed, and in the dim light, all the ambiguity that had been interrupted just now continued naturally.

They kiss, from soft touch to explosive entanglement.

Cheng Zhanxi's nightgown was thrown on the floor by Yu Qingtang. As for her own nightgown, it was already such a fate.

Cheng Zhanxi had the intention to let Yu Qingtang stand above him, but Yu Qingtang didn't kiss twice, then fell to the side panting, consciously preparing to bear it.

Cheng Zhanxi took her hand under the quilt to guide her, Yu Qingtang took out her hand and hung it around Cheng Zhanxi's neck, hugging her tighter, her neck leaning back in a graceful curve, catering to her wholeheartedly.

After several back and forth, Cheng Zhanxi finally gave up this plan and tried his best to follow his own rhythm.

What Yu Qingtang thought was very comfortable before has become a prelude today.

She thought it was over, but she didn't expect it to start.

Yu Qingtang went from holding Cheng Zhanxi's neck to her arms hanging beside her, and her knuckles curled up to grab the sheet under her.

Cheng Zhanxi came up to kiss her and swallowed her emotions into his mouth, but there were still sporadic whimpers leaking out.

...

After a long time, the movement in the room calmed down.

Yu Qingtang opened her mist-filled eyes, and a wall lamp was turned on in the bedroom. Cheng Zhanxi looked at her with her cheek propped up, her right hand resting on the outside of the quilt.

Yu Qingtang's eyes were thin and red, her neck was pale pink, and her heart was heaving irregularly. She glanced at the woman's clearly articulated right hand and retracted it.

She closed her eyes, raised an almost imperceptible smile on her lips, and relaxed into Zhanxi's arms.

"Tired?" Cheng Zhanxi put down her left hand and gently kneaded the back of her neck.

Yu Qingtang gave a soft "um" and said, "Sour."

"Where is the acid?" Cheng Zhanxi flicked his hand and said, "Is it here?"

Yu Qingtang hadn't come out completely yet, her whole body trembled, and she almost opened her mouth and bit her finger.

Yu Qingtang exhaled softly: "No."

"Is that a sore leg?"

"Um."

Cheng Zhanxi thought for a moment, then coaxed softly, "It might be more comfortable to sit up."

Yu Qingtang didn't think much about it.

Cheng Zhanxi hugged her and sat on his lap.

Instead of the usual hugging side sitting, Yu Qingtang knelt on the side of her legs with her knees apart. Cheng Zhanxi's two hands were just enough to wrap her wicker-like soft waist back, and she raised her face and kissed her.

Yu Qingtang didn't realize what would happen next until Cheng Zhanxi turned off the lights again.

In the dark night, the big bad wolf took off her sheepskin.

...

To go to work tomorrow, at one o'clock in the morning, Cheng Zhanxi restrained a little, let go of the hand holding Yu Qingtang's waist, and laid the unconscious woman on the bed with a soft pillow.

Cheng Zhanxi came back after washing his hands, opened the doors and windows for ventilation, and took a glass of water for Yu Qingtang, who was asleep, to cross over to moisten his throat.

Yu Qingtang drank it all and still slept soundly.

Cheng Zhanxi poured another glass and put it on the bedside, climbed up and hugged her.

Yu Qingtang just fell into her arms, frowning slightly, and muttered something.

Cheng Zhanxi leaned closer to her lips and listened, Yu Qingtang murmured, "Don't..."

Her voice was soft and waxy, and she was not at all threatening. Fortunately, she was asleep. If she was awake, Cheng Zhanxi could not guarantee that she would let her go.

Cheng Zhanxi pressed her forehead against Yu Qingtang's forehead, closed her eyes for a long time, lowered her lips to kiss her, and heard Yu Qingtang's uncontrollable humming as she wished, parted her wet and stuck lips with satisfaction, and closed her eyes. Good wind blowing all night.

Cheng Zhanxi came out of the bathroom, Yu Qingtang was still sleeping. Cheng Zhanxi brushed away the hair covering her cheeks, revealing a delicate face with long and curled eyelashes, breathing lightly, and sleeping as innocent as a child.

Cheng Zhanxi went out lightly and closed the door.

After a while, Yu Qingtang woke up naturally.

The automatic curtains in the room have been opened, because it is early in the morning, so the light is not dazzling.

Yu Qingtang was lying in the warm bed, and the seat beside her was empty, but she was no longer so nervous that Cheng Zhanxi would leave, not to mention that Cheng Zhanxi still left a note in her palm, saying that she was going to make breakfast.

The trash can beside the bed contained several dismantled pink bags.

Yu Qingtang's eyes stayed on the trash can, got off the bed, opened the upper packaging bag, and saw the used...

Um.

Yu Qingtang touched her hot face, put it back on, pulled a few more tissues to cover the packaging bag, lay back on the bed, closed her eyes and pondered.

Unlike the one at the hotel, that time was purely sensory stimulation, a joyous affair that blended emotions, ecstasy.

Just as he was thinking that his bones were crisp and his tendons softened, Cheng Zhanxi pushed open the door and walked in.

Yu Qingtang reflexively wanted to pull the quilt to cover him, but he couldn't use his strength, and he fell back halfway up.

Cheng Zhanxi misunderstood, walked over quickly, and asked, "Are you feeling unwell?"

A suspicious blush appeared on Yu Qingtang's cheeks and said, "No."

"what is that?"

Cheng Zhanxi sat on the head of the bed and held her hand, her voice as gentle as her eyes.

Yu Qingtang was silent, how could she say something like "I was thinking about what you did to me last night".

Too embarrassed.

Cheng Zhanxi thoughtfully did not ask further, and said, "Can I get up? Or should I take a leave of absence from the school?"

Yu Qingtang was a little moved, and her reason made her reject the suggestion, saying, "Yes, you don't need to ask for leave."

"Okay, then you get up and wash up, breakfast will be ready soon." Cheng Zhanxi took her out of the bed, the scene from last night was vivid in his mind, Yu Qingtang froze imperceptibly, holding her arm and putting on her shoes to stand firm on the floor.

Cheng Zhanxi didn't notice her thoughts, and went to the wardrobe to match her today's clothes.

Senior year group office.

Early in the self-study class, Cheng Zhanxi and Yu Qingtang stepped into the office door together. Yang Li took a look and sat upright in the office chair.

After watching Yu Qingtang walk behind the desk and use the thermos cup that Cheng Zhanxi bought for her, Yang Li restrained the surprise in her eyes and said, "Mr. Yu?"

Yu Qingtang turned around and said indifferently, "Mr. Yang."

Yang Li said, "It's really you."

This said.

Yu Qingtang glanced at Cheng Zhanxi, then turned back to Yang Li and said, "It's me."

Yang Li said, "Are you considering joining our English group?"

Yu Qingtang curled her lips and smiled.

"No, I'm good at teaching math."

Yang Li was even more surprised.

People said that people should treat each other with admiration for three days. She hadn't seen Yu Qingtang for a week, and the other person had changed.

She walked in just now, if it weren't for the sign Cheng Zhanxi beside her, she would not have dared to recognize that this young woman wearing a white lantern-sleeved top, blue and white and blue floral skirt, with a cool and soft temperament would be Yu Qingtang.

She fell into the world like the moon in the sky.

Yu Qingtang shuttled through the office, and the necks of other teachers followed her from left to right, right to left.

I went to class seven, and the students who were amazed before the early reading class were amazed again.

The students who usually focus on listening to lectures are all distracted and look at the teacher attentively.

Yu Qingtang had to interrupt his lectures several times to maintain discipline and let them focus on their studies.

Yu Qingtang passed the corridor, the students who were playing and playing stopped chasing, the student who was talking opened his mouth and forgot what to say, and the student who was leaning on the corridor railing noticed the unusual silence around him and turned his eyes, unconsciously screened. Hold your breath.

Yu Qingtang's back disappeared at the corner of the stairs, and the air was filled with an elegant and fairy wood fragrance.

The students in the corridor seemed to have experienced a beautiful dream that seemed to float, and they were immersed in it and did not speak for a long time.

A girl who grabbed her classmate and was half-fucked by an invisible hand pressed the stop button again and pressed play again, asking her classmates at 0.5x speed to verify if what she just saw was an illusion.

The classmate said she saw it too, people in the corridor exchanged glances, yes, they all saw it.

Then a thunderous discussion erupted, buzzing the hallway.

There is only one question: who is she?

The answer was quickly obtained, and the seventh class in the corridor raised their voices excitedly: "It's our head teacher!"

Yu Qingtang, the head teacher of Class 17 of Senior 17, and the immortal sister Benxian, the news spread like wildfire on the campus, and the campus discussion posts of the 1st Middle School were overwhelmingly filled with Yu Qingtang. Because the school does not allow the use of mobile phones in the school, the photos were not taken. Everyone who has seen her is amazing. The students who have not seen her form a group to brush Yu Qingtang at the gate of Class 7 of Senior 1, and pretend to pass by the window of the physical and chemical office, trying to meet the fairy sister. Even the teachers came to join in the fun. Teachers are more convenient than students. If they want to see people, they go into the office directly.

Sicheng No. 1 Middle School's front-end process Zhanxi was out of breath, and Yu Qingtang was even more in the limelight, especially before Cheng Zhanxi.

But with the big discussion caused by Yu Qingtang, insiders broke the news that Yu Qingtang and Cheng Zhanxi are in a couple relationship, and they are about to have a second child. Cheng Zhanxi dipped in the light of the current top streamer and returned to the public eye.

A classmate posted a question: Why did Yu Qingtang have been a teacher for more than half a year and only now discovered her beauty.

The insider who broke the news replied: Why else? Of course the power of love!

Yu Qingtang doesn't care how much attention she has attracted at school, and she also turns a blind eye to the students who are wandering outside the glass window. She only cares whether Cheng Zhanxi's eyes are looking at her.

Cheng Zhanxi couldn't stop looking at her, she wished to hide Yu Qingtang so that no one could see a single strand of her hair.

Yang Li teased her: "The perfume that Teacher Cheng sprayed on her body today smells of vinegar."

Yu Qingtang put her **** on her brow bone and covered the smile on her lips with her hands.

Cheng Zhanxi whispered her name after Yang Li left.

Yu Qingtang raised her head, revealing a pair of crooked smiling eyes.

Cheng Zhanxi also laughed.

It's nothing to be jealous, the baby belongs to her alone, but her beauty should not be monopolized by herself.

Besides, all the jealousy Cheng Zhanxi had eaten was begged from Yu Qingtang in a different way at night.

The water vapor eroded the traces of the bathroom glass, Yu Qingtang's hand fell weakly, and was pulled back by Cheng Zhanxi and pressed on top of her head, the back of her hand reached between her fingers, and clasped it tightly, the sound of water in the shower room intertwined, Intermittent listening is not real.

A thick towel was placed on the sink, Yu Qingtang sat on it, and Zhanxi in the mirror stood in front of her, wrapping her fingertips around the tie of the nightgown she just put on.

...

In the blink of an eye, it's a new weekend.

It has been more than a week since Yu Qingtang came back from a business trip. Last week, because Cheng Zhanxi was too clingy, Yu Qingtang couldn't get away and go home. In addition, she herself was a little greedy for the tenderness between Cheng Zhanxi. Although Cheng Zhanxi was so tossed, she seemed to have endless physical strength. She thought that she was too tired to sleep on the first night. It was the limit. On Friday night two days later, Cheng Zhanxi told her what it means to be incisively and vividly.

Yu Qingtang's throat was hoarse, and she cried so hard that it rained. I fell asleep for a whole day on Saturday, barely regained my energy, went out to eat with Cheng Zhanxi, and watched a movie.

The movie is a popcorn blockbuster, the special effects are very shocking, and the viewing experience is very good. For someone like Yu Qingtang who has never seen the world, he never took his eyes off the big screen during the whole process. Sometimes he was frightened by the sound with good effect, and he would hug Cheng Zhanxi's arm and bury his face in her shoulder.

This movie has a small amount of horror elements. Cheng Zhanxi is afraid of ghosts, but as long as there are no real ghosts in the movie, it's just scary and scary, she has nothing to fear. Yu Qingtang couldn't do it. She couldn't stand the nervous sound effects and the fear of the unknown. The closer she got, she sat directly in Cheng Zhanxi's arms and let her hold her to watch a movie. Anyway, they bought the last row of sofa lovers seat.

As for Yu Qingtang's fear, it was partly real, partly coquettish, but Cheng Zhanxi didn't break it, enjoying the warm and fragrant nephrite with peace of mind, kissing her smooth cheeks and small earlobes from time to time.

After the movie ended, Yu Qingtang brought the cola with the straw to Cheng Zhanxi's lips, Cheng Zhanxi took the last sip of the cola, Yu Qingtang threw it into her aunt's trash can, and said thank you.

Auntie stared at her for a while, and continued cleaning.

The shopping mall is not far from home, the two did not drive, and took the elevator downstairs.

As soon as they walked in, the bowers in the elevator raised their heads one by one, looking at Yu Qingtang first, then Cheng Zhanxi.

Cheng Zhanxi walked to the inner corner and pressed Yu Qingtang's eye-catching face into his neck.

Yu Qingtang raised her head slightly and blew lightly into her ear.

Cheng Zhanxi smiled and whispered, "Don't make trouble."

Yu Qingtang continued to blow.

Cheng Zhanxi pressed her head back, lowered her head and warned in her ear, "Do you want to get up tomorrow?"

Yu Qingtang blinked and leaned against her neck, her final voice rising softly: "I don't want to."

It's been an incredibly ridiculous weekend.

This week Yu Qingtang can no longer accompany Cheng Zhanxi to indulge. She wants to go back to the old city, and Cheng Zhanxi needs to concentrate on painting at home. But after school on Friday, Cheng Zhanxi still drove Yu Qingtang back to Lipu District, and could no longer let his girlfriend take the bus. Before getting out of the car, it was naturally lingering and lingering. Yu Qingtang's lips seemed to be bitten, and she was blushing. She pushed the door and got out of the car.

As soon as she walked into the courtyard, Fang Wenjiao stood in the center of the courtyard and watched silently for a long time.

Yu Qingtang shouted "grandmother", and the temperature of her cheeks gradually dropped.

In April, the red flowers in the yard were blooming beautifully, but they were not as charming and charming as the young woman who had just entered the door.

Fang Wenjiao saw the white Audi driving away from the gate of the courtyard and asked, "Did someone take you back?"

Yu Qingtang said with an "um", "It's Teacher Cheng."

Fang Wenjiao gave her a deep look and said, "Come in and eat."

Yu Qingtang said, "Okay."

She looked back at the open courtyard door, the Audi slowly fell back, and Yu Qingtang opened her eyes.

Cheng Zhanxi lowered the car window and waved to her from inside.

Yu Qingtang smiled wide-eyed.

Fang Wenjiao urged inside: "Silence."

Yu Qingtang sent a message to Cheng Zhanxi on his mobile phone and trotted in.

The reason why Cheng Zhanxi didn't stay at Fang Wenjiao for dinner was because he wanted to find an official time to visit. She and Yu Qingtang are already in a formal relationship. The other party is Yu Qingtang's important elder. She came empty-handed and suddenly came to the door, which was too rude. If she wants to marry Yu Qingtang, she may have to deal with her scumbag father. Cheng Zhanxi has not asked Yu Qingtang what she thinks, and she doesn't know her attitude. If she thinks it's okay to not see him, then Cheng Zhanxi won't see him.

After all, marriage is their business.

Cheng Zhanxi drove out of Lipu District.

On Saturday night, Cheng Zhanxi came out of the studio to make a video call with Yu Qingtang.

Yu Qingtang propped up the newly bought tablet on the desk, chatting too deeply, not paying attention to the footsteps coming from the stairs.

Fang Wenjiao stood at the door of Yu Qingtang's room with a complicated expression, her hand raised and lowered.

She sighed and returned to the bedroom on the first floor. The grandfather who was sleeping on the side of the bed was awakened, turned over with difficulty, and asked, "What's the matter with you?"

Fang Wenjiao said, "I fell in love silently."

Grandpa said, "She's so old, isn't it good to fall in love? Is it possible to be an old girl? Why are you sighing?"

Fang Wenjiao said, "She still has a marriage contract."

The grandfather said, "Oh oh."

From the date of this engagement last year to today, Yu Qingtang never took the initiative to mention it. Fang Wenjiao occasionally talked about her as if it had nothing to do with her. Over time, her grandfather forgot that she still had the engagement.

Grandpa said, "Then what do you say?"

Fang Wenjiao said: "Tomorrow Tingyu will call me and ask me by the way."

Grandpa patted her on the back and said, "Go to sleep, don't worry about it."

Fang Wenjiao sighed in her heart.

On Sunday, Wei Tingyu called home as usual and asked how his father-in-law and mother-in-law were doing. Fang Wenjiao said everything was fine, and then hesitantly asked, "Tingyu."

Wei Tingyu's voice was gentle: "I'm listening, Mom, you say."

Fang Wenjiao tightened her hand holding the landline receiver and said, "I just wanted to ask, how are the preparations for the silent marriage going?"

The father and daughter were in a stalemate, and no one mentioned the other. Every time Fang Wenjiao talked to the other party about the other, she was worried.

Wei Tingyu was uncharacteristically soft, her voice still soft: "I'm almost ready, I just picked a wedding dress and a diamond ring two days ago."

Fang Wenjiao's face was not very good, and she said, "What did you choose?"

Wei Tingyu's voice was warm: "Is there any problem?"

Fang Wenjiao's voice rose abruptly: "It's a silent marriage, not yours. What wedding dress did you choose?! What if you come to pick her up? I've never seen you as a father like this!"

The soundproofing of the old house was poor. Yu Qingtang was reading emails on his laptop in the room. Hearing that there seemed to be a quarrel downstairs, he got up from the desk.

Fang Wenjiao was not so easy to be comforted by Wei Tingyu this time.

According to the tradition of the older generation, a woman gets married once in her lifetime. How can he take care of all the important things? !

"Wei Tingyu! Why didn't you marry her directly?!" Fang Wenjiao's voice was a few octaves higher, and she looked sharp.

Yu Qingtang, who walked to the middle of the stairs, was stunned.

She seems to have forgotten something.

Wei Tingyu said calmly, "Mom..."

Fang Wenjiao interrupted him: "Don't call me mom!"

Wei Tingyu smiled bitterly, but heard Fang Wenjiao suddenly scream in surprise.

Fang Wenjiao looked at Yu Qingtang on the stairs, her voice lowered an octave, and pointed to the landline: "Your dad's phone number."

She thought that Yu Qingtang would turn her head and leave as before, but she never thought that Yu Qingtang would descend the stairs step by step and take the receiver in her hand.

Fang Wenjiao was surprised and delighted.

Yu Qingtang picked up the microphone, her face calm.

"I want to break off the marriage."

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I want to lie down: I am too happy to be in love, I forgot there is a marriage contract _(:з"∠)_