One could never keep someone who wanted to leave.
He Siming tugged Wen Baobao and then gave Wen Shuyue a deadpan look. “I’ll ask the housekeeper to take you home.”
Wen Baobao didn’t expect He Siming to let his mother go so quickly, with his eyes widened. Wen Baobao couldn’t believe what he heard. Wen Shuyue was embarrassed. She opened her mouth as if to say something, but finally stopped.
The housekeeper had come to wait. Wen Shuyue patted Wen Baobao on the shoulder, and softly reminded him, “Baobao, you must be obedient here and call me if anything happens to you.”
“Come on, Mommy, I’m not a kid anymore. I know how to take care of myself.” Wen Baobao was a bit awkward. He turned his head and didn’t want Wen Shuyue to see the tears in his eyes.
The child was so sensible that He Siming looked at them lightly and always felt that the softest place in his heart had been touched.
Wen Shuyue breathed quietly in her heart, and then got up and followed the housekeeper.
“Wen Shuyue.”
No sooner had she reached the door than a low, indifferent voice came from behind her. His voice sounded a little hurried, but more of unmistakable power.
Wen Shuyue stopped his steps and turned around to look at him.
“Mr. He, is there anything else?”
“I told you not to call me Mr. He. If I hear it again, you will face the consequences.” With a gloomy face, He Siming quickened his pace and walked to Wen Shuyue.
Everyone was a little shocked, for they had no idea what He Siming wanted to do next, especially Wen Shuyue, who was gawking in front of him, unable to say a word.
He Siming narrowed his eyes, and there was an imperceptible anomaly in his deep amber eyes.
“Don’t go back tonight, or Baobao won’t get used to it here,” he whispered.
“Yes. Dad is right. Mommy, you’d better stay with me for one night. It’s so late now, and godmother won’t let you go shopping with her.” Wen Baobao kept nodding his head, which was especially cute.
Originally Wen Shuyue wanted to stay, but she didn’t know what excuse to use. By saying this, Wen Baobao seemed to be giving her an out.
Wen Shuyue pinched Wen Baobao’s little face and said softly, “OK, then Mommy will accompany you tonight. But it won’t happen again.”
“That’s great.” Wen Baobao nodded approvingly. Though he agreed so readily, he was already thinking of an excuse to let Wen Shuyue stay next time.
After something happened the first time, there would be a second time. Wen Baobao was so familiar with his mother that he knew exactly what she was thinking.
The housekeeper was waiting to take Wen Shuyue back. After hearing their conversation, He left smiling. After all, few people could make Mr. He so happy.
The servant took Wen Shuyue to a room. As soon as she entered, she was shocked by the luxury of the room. It really deserved to be the home of He Siming. Every small object was full of luxury and extravagance.
But this room was clearly for women. Did women often come to He Siming’s house?
Wen Shuyue suddenly felt a dull pain in her heart, like a thorn accidentally pricking her heart. It was too small to find where the thorn was, but it hurt her hard and she couldn’t breathe evenly.
“Mommy, come and help me take a bath. I don’t like to be bathed by others.”
The boy’s childish impatient voice suddenly came from the outside, which drew Wen Shuyue back from her thoughts. She calmed her mood for a while, and responded to him, and then hurriedly went to Baobao.
Wen Baobao was accustomed to using a large bathroom, and Wen Shuyue could only take him there. She had to say the bathroom was incredible. The family bathroom was like a bathhouse. It was too luxurious.
“Mommy, this is a good bath for a family of three, shall we call daddy over?” Wen Baobao raised a suggestion like a young adult.
Upon hearing this, Wen Shuyue immediately pictured the scene in her mind. Her little face immediately flushed, from her cheeks to her ears. And her heart began to beat violently.
Wen Baobao had been watching Wen Shuyue from the beginning. Seeing that his mother was shy, he gave a sly grin. “If mommy wants daddy to come over, I’ll call him.”
“Don’t…”
“Dad, come and shower with me!”
Wen Shuyue subconsciously wanted to stop it but did not expect that Wen Baobao was one step faster than her. Before she had finished, Wen Baobao had already called his dad.
Oh, crap.
How could this little guy’s tongue be so loose?
Wen Shuyue stroked her forehead helplessly and began to blame his son. God knew how she would like to teach the little fellow a lesson now who enjoyed making decisions for others.
Maybe He Siming was far away. They waited for a long time, but He Siming didn’t reply. Wen Baobao laughed awkwardly and scratched his head and said, “I’m sorry, Mum, I was just kidding.”
Wen Shuyue was left speechless.
After being naughty for a while, Wen Baobao was sleepy. Wen Shuyue took him back to his room after bathing him, and when Wen Baobao fell asleep, she took her nightgown to the bathroom.
Wen Shuyue felt like taking a bath in a hot spring in this bathroom. She lay in the middle of the bathroom, her eyes closed, feeling that the worries and fatigue of the day had vanished.
Suddenly there was a sound from the bathroom door, and Wen Shuyue opened her eyes unconsciously. Her heart was beating fast, as if it would jump out of her throat in the next second.
“Is there anyone coming in now? So what should I do? Should I make a noise to stop it? Or sneak away? “
Wen Shuyue clutched her hands nervously and finally stood up and grabbed her clothes, and hid away.
The door of the bathroom was opened, and what greeted her was the handsome face. He Siming walked straight to her side and started to change his clothes outside, probably because he was used to it.
“Oh, no. Seriously? “Wen Shuyue muttered, covering her face with her hand, but revealing her eyes. After all, it was rare to see a handsome boy taking a bath.
He Siming didn’t seem to notice that someone was there, exercising in the bathroom naked. While his eight-pack abs were striking, the most intimate part of his body was completely exposed and was even more impressive.
Oh my god! He was in great shape!
Wen Shuyue felt like she was about to get a nosebleed. She tried to turn her eyes away, but her eyes just didn’t move, and she still stared at him without blinking.
“Ah! “
Perhaps it was because she was so excited that Wen Shuyue accidentally slipped. She leaned forward with her nightgown in her arms, as He Siming looked toward her, his amber eyes full of fear.
