CHAPTER 690: CHAPTER 685: HONEY, I MISS YOU

Luo Zhiyong heard this and felt strange, so he put away his smile and asked Luo Honglan seriously, "What’s the matter? You’ve been speaking all jumbled up these past few days, making you hard to understand."

Luo Honglan looked at Luo Zhiyong, she always thought he was the best among them, believing that it might be because he somewhat resembled Zhou Yunmei, while their looks more or less followed Luo Dashan’s, making them not stand out as much. Now, it seemed indeed not alike at all; Luo Zhiyong looked much better than Zhou Yunmei.

It seems now, Luo Zhiyong looks good because he resembles his biological mother.

Thinking of this, Luo Honglan didn’t know how to explain to Luo Zhiyong and eventually just sighed helplessly, "Sigh."

Fang Pingying also found Luo Honglan’s sigh strange; this girl usually doesn’t have so many worries, and even if she does, she would talk about it.

She sat next to Luo Honglan and asked with concern, "What’s wrong? Is it about Chen Jie? You’ve been distracted these last few days."

"No... No, it is related to my mom, but also not," Luo Honglan got nervously questioned by Fang Pingying, and finally just clenched her teeth, shook her head at Fang Pingying, "Forget it, sister-in-law, don’t ask. Even if you ask, I won’t tell."

Seeing her reaction, Fang Pingying said in surprise, "It seems there really is something."

"There isn’t." Luo Honglan hastily shook her head, then simply did not stay here longer, saying she would take Yaoyao and Ruirui to buy something to eat outside and would come back later.

Seeing they could go out to play, Yaoyao and Ruirui immediately followed Luo Honglan.

Fang Pingying watched as Luo Honglan almost fled and was startled.

She knew that Luo Honglan was an honest person and wouldn’t lie. Over these years in the city, she shared everything with Fang Pingying, even the private moments with Chen Jie, she would tell Fang Pingying how they got along. Such a situation was indeed rare, it seems there really was something troubling indeed.

However, since the girl said so, it meant that even if she was beaten to death, she wouldn’t speak. Fang Pingying thought for a while and then discussed with Luo Zhiyong, "If you’re free later, go check on your dad, see if anything happened there. I just heard Honglan mention your mom."

Luo Zhiyong nodded and said he would go in the afternoon, but at this moment, seeing only him and Fang Pingying were left at home, his mind was completely off this matter.

He deeply looked at Fang Pingying and suddenly waved to her, "Wife, come here."

Seeing his look, Fang Pingying knew he was up to no good, but still went over, sat on the couch next to him, keeping a distance, then said somewhat vigilantly, "What?"

"Honglan took Yaoyao and Ruirui out, they won’t be back for a while." After saying that, Luo Zhiyong suddenly stood up, then bent down and scooped Fang Pingying up from the couch, heading towards their bedroom.

Fang Pingying, taken completely by surprise being scooped up, was startled, hastily clasped one hand around his neck, and slapped him with the other, scolding, "In broad daylight, what are you trying to do?"

Luo Zhiyong carried her into the room, casually hooked the door with his foot, and the door closed. Then he put her on the bed. Just as Fang Pingying was about to get up, he immediately pressed down on her, his eyes intently staring at her, his thin lips slightly parting, "Wife, I’m a man."

It seemed this man was truly desperate, ready to take any measure, planning to forcefully take what he wanted. Fang Pingying, smelling the familiar scent on her, was actually somewhat intoxicated, and she wasn’t particularly repulsed by the intimacy between them, it’s just that her heart still wasn’t quite in it.

Moreover, the timing this man chooses is always off. Yaoyao and Ruirui are always at home, and she fears that if they were doing something, those two little ones might stumble upon them, she couldn’t even imagine the kind of jokes that would arise.

Today, because the two little ones were not at home, Fang Pingying had one less worry, but still didn’t want to let Luo Zhiyong succeed so easily, so she retorted, "So?"

Luo Zhiyong was determined to get what he wanted today, so his words were not as subtle as before. Staring fixedly at Fang Pingying, he nearly spelled out every word, "We haven’t been together for over a year, I feel uncomfortable."

After saying that, he pressed the uncomfortable place hard against Fang Pingying.

Fang Pingying’s face blushed slightly from the man’s action, but intentionally said, "Where do you feel uncomfortable? You seem perfectly fine every day, you can eat, sleep, and you’ve even gained weight these days resting at home."

Upon hearing this, Luo Zhiyong’s lips slightly curved, and then he whispered into Fang Pingying’s ear, "I’ve gained weight, it’s swollen here, from being held back."

After saying so, he even pulled Fang Pingying’s hand towards a certain part of his body.

Fang Pingying, caught unaware by this man’s trick, blushed deeply. She quickly withdrew her hand and punched Luo Zhiyong lightly, whispering scoldingly, "Luo Zhiyong, stop being a hooligan."

Luo Zhiyong chuckled softly, his lips barely grazing her ear, then whispered softly, "Being a hooligan to other women, but to a wife, this is romance."

Luo Zhiyong’s action sent a current through Fang Pingying’s body, making her tremble, but to cover it up, she still vocalized, "Where on earth did you learn this slick talk..."

Before Fang Pingying could finish her sentence, her lips were suddenly sealed by someone else’s. By the time she realized it, she was already lying on the bed with Luo Zhiyong tightly against her, feeling his urgency very clearly.

Just about to scold him, Luo Zhiyong kissed her lips, then a deep voice surfaced by her ear, "Wife, I miss you."

Not knowing if it was this man’s voice that was too seductive, or if Fang Pingying had some desire for the intimacy between husband and wife, her body softened in an instant, and her eyes turned from a bit angry to coquettishly blaming, at least in Luo Zhiyong’s eyes, it was enchantingly irresistible.

Seeing Fang Pingying not speaking, Luo Zhiyong softly sighed, then his lips fell like a storm onto Fang Pingying’s forehead, face, and lips, and then continued downward.

Fang Pingying was stirred by this mix of light and heavy, sometimes gentle, sometimes wild kisses, feeling an unbearable heat throughout her body, nearly forgetting the initial resentment in her heart.

Or perhaps, at this moment, she didn’t want to say too much, only wanting to follow her heart.

She knew very well, in this lifetime, this man had planted himself in her heart, branded in her bones. Even if he had his faults, even during their divorce, her heart had room only for him; she didn’t even think about other men, what was she still holding onto?