Daddy, Here Is Mommy

Lin Ange snorted softly, her stomach full of anger.    

Waiting for his breathing to calm down slightly, he let out a furious roar.    

"Lu Yiyao, you big bastard!"    

"Where did I get into this mess?"    

"You … You... You... Here... Here... Bastard from head to toe … "    

Lin Ange raised her head and pointed at him.    

"What about here?"    

Lu Yiyao grabbed her little hand and pulled her down …    

Unspeakable touch.    

Lin Ange's fingertips ignited and every cell in her body started to heat up.    

Her back tightened and she felt a little stiff.    

There was a smell in the air.    

Lu Yiyao looked at her embarrassed appearance, resisted the urge to eat her and pulled back his blanket.    

Lin Ange's ears were so red that they were about to bleed when she saw his bare back. She hurriedly turned her head away, refusing to look at him.    

The sound of the flowing water pierced her eardrums, making her unable to calm her heart like still water.    

He was her first man.    

She was also the only man that had been close to her before.    

More importantly, he was the little bun's father.    

Lin Ange lay on her side, her head still heavy.    

Even though the symptoms had lessened considerably, they had not yet fully recovered.    

She coughed lightly and struggled to sit up. Then, she lifted the quilt to get up.    

"Lie down."    

Qing Han's order caused her to subconsciously stop in her tracks, raising her head to look towards the source of the voice.    

Lu Yiyao changed into a new set of clothes after washing.    

White shirt with dark blue trousers.    

It was so flat that not a single fold could be seen.    

His body was tall and straight, and his facial features were deep and solid.    

It had to be said that a man like this was indeed very attractive.    

However, Lin Ange did not want to get into a fight with him.    

He had a girlfriend.    

His gossip girlfriend was Xu Jianan, the little flower of the day when the flow was hot.    

Whether their relationship was real or fake, it was still the same for her.    

In the past two days, Lin Ange was angry and ashamed, but there was nothing she could do about it.    

Accidents were hard to guard against.    

Stunned for half a second, Lin Ange curled her lips, put her hands on the edge of the bed and got off.    

"What are you doing? Hurry up and go back to bed. "    

Lu Yiyao walked in with large strides and grabbed her slender arm. The light in his deep eyes was very tight.    

Lin Ange didn't know why, but there was a trace of concern in her voice.    

She lowered her head and put on her shoes, her cheeks still smeared with blood.    

"Let me go."    

"Let's go up."    

Lu Yiyao's thin lips twitched as he spoke with a strict tone.    

Lin Ange stood there without moving, staring at him. The comb-like eyelashes trembled as she licked her lips. Her face became even redder.    

"You want me to carry you up?"    

Lu Yiyao stared at her with his pitch black eyes.    

What?    

Lin Ange stared at him in disbelief as a trace of astonishment flashed through her eyes.    

At this moment, was the man standing in front of her still the aloof and aloof President Lu?    

Lu Yiyao let go of her arm and charged at her waist.    

Lin Ange quickly stepped to the side and leaned slightly to the side, two red clouds still spreading across her cheeks.    

"I... I want to go to the bathroom... "    

The corner of Lu Yiyao's eyes slightly smiled. He pursed his cold lips and coldly replied before letting go.    

"Yes."    

Lin Ange's legs felt weak. She had only taken two steps when her body swayed, and she nearly fell to the ground.    

Fortunately, Lu Yiyao's gaze never left her, and he held her firmly in his hand. Then, he directly carried her across his arms and walked into the washroom.    

This was a scene.    

As awkward as it was.    

Lin Ange pursed her lips and laughed awkwardly.    

"You can put me down now."    

"Call me when you're done."    

Lu Yiyao gently put her down and held her slender arm until she was completely steady before he retracted his hand.    

"Mhmm …"    

Lin Ange nodded her head hurriedly, her face red.    

Lu Yiyao didn't say anything else, opened the bathroom door and walked out.    

Pata.    

After Lin Ange confirmed that the bathroom door was locked from the inside, she slowly sat down on the toilet.    

A strange feeling welled up in his heart.    

It was warm, but also sour.    

It was unknown whether it was because Lin Ange was thinking too much or because she was sick, her thoughts were softer than usual, and she was more moved.    

Although Lu Yiyao's words were short, there was also a trace of arrogance in them.    

But she had an inexplicable feeling.    

He seemed a little concerned about her.    

She pouted her lips and shook her head, while a cold sneer appeared on the corner of her mouth.    

He was probably thinking too much.    

There had been no other contact between them except the night of her eighteen-year-old bar mitzvah.    

How could he care about her?    

Lin Ange finished her meal and walked over to the counter to wash her hands.    

He suddenly saw himself in the mirror.    

Her cheeks were flushed, her lips were rosy, but both were unhealthy.    

She smoked a washcloth and washed her face. Seeing that his hair was messy, he picked up a comb and began to comb it.    

Lu Yiyao's heart sank when he saw that she hadn't come out for so long. He walked over and knocked on the door.    

Bang bang bang.    

Lin Ange, who was still deep in thought, was startled by the sudden knock on the door. The comb in her hand dropped to the ground.    

Before he could pick up the comb, he angrily opened the bathroom door.    

"Lu Yiyao, what are you doing?"