One Thousand Four Hundred and Twenty-One Remarriage (I)

He is back!

Song Zhixing hasn't figured out where to start talking to him about this matter. Did he actually never think about marrying himself again? Moreover, both the great grandfather and his father disagreed with what happened between them. At this point, he would be somewhat stressed.

She sighed, hugged Qiuqiu and fell asleep under the quilt. After a while, Tang Yu came upstairs. Although she closed her eyes, she could feel him pausing beside the bed for a while before taking off his shirt and heading to the bathroom.

After taking a shower, Tang Yu lifted up the quilt and frowned when he saw the ball in her hand, "You're disobedient again!"

Song Zhixing pretended to have just woken up, half-squinted his eyes and looked at him, "Well, I forgot."

Tang Yu took the ball out of her hand and put it directly outside the room. I carefully checked the hair on the bed to make sure there was no residue, and my face looked better. He lowered his head and looked at her lazily, with a serious look on his face, "Next time I find you sleeping with it in your arms, just sleep outside with it."

Song Zhixing half sat up from the bed, wrapped his arms around his neck, and almost hung on him, "I promise, there will be no next time."

Her voice was also lazy, like a coquettish one. Tang Yu felt that he was doomed by this little girl. It was like this three years ago, and it is still like this three years later. His heart softened and he allowed her to nuzzle his neck like a small animal. Big hands wrapped around her slender waist, "Did I wake you up?"

"Yeah." Song Zhixing nodded and murmured. Tang Yu picked her up and kissed her snow-white ears sideways. She groaned sensitively and instead of avoiding him, she greeted him enthusiastically. Tang Yu laid her down on the bed, raised her legs and wrapped them around his waist. After a passionate kiss, the two people were naked and facing each other, breathing disorderly. He subconsciously touched the bedside table. Catching small things from all directions, he used his long fingers to tear them apart neatly.

Song Zhixing gasped and pressed his hand hastily, "Tang Yu, don't tonight..."

"Be good, don't make trouble... Today is your dangerous period." Tang Yu's voice was hoarse. At this time, he had endured a lot of hard work and his whole body was stiff.

Song Zhixing held his face in despair, "You don't want children anymore?"

"..." Tang Yu pursed her thin lips and put on the condom neatly, "Yes, I don't have such an idea yet."

It's not that he didn't, he still thinks about it, just like three years ago. However, the way she almost lost her life in that house in Yucheng three years ago was a nightmare that he had never forgotten in the past few years.

"Tang Yu, you are 33 years old.

It’s going to be 34 soon! You haven’t had such an idea yet, you...well..."

He groaned and pushed deeply into her soft body. The feeling of being filled to the brim made her body happy, but her heart was always empty. She was a little upset and refused to cooperate with him. Tang Yu patiently coaxed her, but in the end she couldn't escape her body's collapse. In the end, Song Zhixing turned around and turned his back to him, unwilling to pay attention to him.

The little girl, after all, is still the child who will never grow up in front of him.

Tang Yu was a little helpless, but full of love and affection. He picked her up and rolled her into his arms.

"You're so good, why are you so angry?" Tang Yu gently stroked her soft long hair with his big palm. His fingers passed over her tender little face and touched a touch of moisture. He was slightly startled and lifted her little face up. The tears on his face shocked him, and he frowned. He was confused and blamed himself, "Did I hurt you just now?"

"...Yeah." She choked and nodded.

Tang Yu's hand reached into the quilt, but before it touched her, she had already grabbed it. She raised her head and looked at him with tears in her eyes, feeling a little aggrieved and unbearably sad. This look was almost driving him crazy.

"Where's the injury?" Just now, he was indeed not very gentle. She always looked like she was enjoying herself, so he thought...

"I saw it." She said suddenly and sat up, but her answer was non-committal.

He was confused, "What did you see?"

"The dissolution of marriage document is in the drawer of the study. You want me to sign it."

Tang Yu understood why she suddenly cried like this. While he was relieved, he felt indescribably happy. He nodded, "Well, I want you to sign."

As she listened, her tears fell down and her head shook like a rattle, "I don't want to sign! I don't want to sign!"

Tang Yu smiled and half sat up, looking at her level, "But you have to sign."

Song Zhixing felt that his smile was so annoying. Even though she was so sad, he could still smile. She bit her lip stubbornly and raised her chin stubbornly, "I just won't sign, even if you press me to sign, I won't sign."

"Why?" His eyes deepened and he looked at her with burning eyes, vaguely expecting this answer.

She felt that she looked so embarrassed. Moreover, the stalking look should be very bad. He had to calm down, otherwise he might lose control of his emotions and have a big fight with him. She lifted the quilt, got out of bed, and rushed out. Tang Yu didn't dare to mess with her anymore. He took a few steps over and caught her before she rushed out the door.

She pushed him angrily, but he retracted his arms and hugged her tightly.

"Okay, okay, let's stop making trouble. Things are not what you think..." He quickly coaxed her.

"You want to divorce me and don't want to have children with me." Song Zhixing looked up at him accusingly, clenching her fists against his chest, "In this case, why do you say that you have been waiting for me to come back with an open heart. big liar!"

Tang Yu sighed, wrapped her hand in his big palm, and wrapped it around his waist, sighing helplessly: "Can you be reasonable? It has always been you who didn't want to give birth to my child. When did it become me?"

"But I am willing now!" She blurted out. As if in a hurry, she repeated, "I am willing, I can give birth to your child!"

Tang Yu laughed. In fact, he was waiting for her to say this. Whether it was because of the pride of being a man or because of the shadow of the past incident in his heart, he never took the initiative to mention the child again. In fact, if she didn't mention it, maybe he could take it slow.

"Don't laugh. You are going to divorce me now, and I don't want to have a child with you." She was angry and wanted to break his hand.

"Give birth, must give birth, and, give birth immediately!" Tang Yu was in a very good mood, with dazzling brilliance between his eyebrows. He hugged her and threw her back to the bed. Song Zhixing raised her leg to kick him, but he grabbed her ankle and straddled her on his shoulder. He knelt on one leg on the bed and kissed her lips condescendingly. When she was almost out of breath, she heard him whisper in her ear: "Stupid, you have reached the legal age now, we should re-apply for the visa according to the rules."