Chapter 62: Just give me some sons
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“That's what you said, I didn't force you, did I?”
“Of course I didn't, you hit me quickly.”
The whip in Song Gardenia's hand fell with a bang, drawing red marks all over He Jiajun's body.
While pumping, Song Gardenia asked, “He young, do you know how old I am?”
“Aren't you seventeen? It's not too young to marry.” He Jiajun said without thinking, he was already completely immersed in pleasure.
Song Gardenia hid the stern color in her eyes and continued to ask, “But I'm not yet of legal marriageable age.”
“So what, as long as you enter my He family's door, you are my He Jiajun's person. I don't care about anything else first, as long as you give me a few big fat boys, I'll guarantee you a lifetime of glory and prosperity.”
Song Gardenia raised her eyebrows and looked at He Jiajun's mouth, which seemed to be about to continue.
“What's more, the Song family still has a Song Gently. You want to compete with her for favor, that's absolutely impossible.”
He Jiajun seemed to know some inside information, his expression was smug.
“Why?” Song Gardenia asked, pretending to be puzzled.
“Of course it's ......” Halfway through, He Jiajun stopped, ”My mom instructed me that this matter can't be told by anyone. When you give me a son, I will tell you again.”
“My turn.”
He Jiajun stood up with a brain and pushed Song Gardenia down on the bed vigorously, his pair of fat hands had already settled down and went towards Song Gardenia's bare shoulders.
Just before he touched a tiny bit, he was grabbed by Song Gardenia.
“What are you doing!” Song Gardenia's hand strength is a little bit big, He Jiajun is a little bit angry, “Just touching a little bit, you are my person sooner or later, what are you shy about?”
Song Gardenia merely pinched his hand, coldly said, “He Shao, why don't we play something else.”
“Good.” He Jiajun's eyes immediately lit up, “You quickly say, play what?”
Song Gardenia put him down on the bed, picked up the twine and quickly tied him into a hairy fat worm.
“How can I move when you're like this?” He Jiajun was a little dissatisfied.
Song Gardenia stood on the edge of the bed and looked at him condescendingly.
The shyness in his eyes had already disappeared, and at this time, it was only like ice emanating coldness.
He Jiajun sensed something was wrong, “What are you waiting for?”
“Hey!”
“Song Gardenia!”
“What the hell do you want!”
He Jiajun began to struggle, he was a bit anxious.
Song Gardenia pulled out a knife and slapped it on his face, “He Shao, tell me honestly, how many girls did your mom send to your bed with the purpose of matchmaking?”
“Why are you asking this?” He Jiajun began to panic.
He originally thought Song Gardenia was just joking with him, but at this moment he clearly saw two words in Song Gardenia's eyes: ruthless.
“He Junior, if you don't tell the truth, this knife of mine won't be long-eyed.”
Saying that, Song Gardenia put the tip of the knife, aimed at He Jiajun's eyes, getting closer and closer.
The light of the knife flashed against He Jiajun's eyes, and his pupils locked up violently, terrified.
Just as the tip of the knife was about to touch his pupil, He Jiajun's mental defenses had been all but shattered: “I say! I'll say! There aren't many in total, almost twenty or so.”
He Jiajun's voice got smaller and smaller as he realized that Song Gardenia's eyes were getting colder and colder.
Song Gardenia couldn't help but laugh coldly.
It turned out that the self in his last life was just one of the victims.
“Don't you kill me, this matter Auntie Song also knows.” He Jiajun said in panic, “She told my mom that she didn't even want to take you back from the countryside. My mom thought, anyway, no matter how unpopular you are, you're still the Song family's daughter-in-law, so she proposed that you and I get a blind date.”
“Who knows, Auntie Song agreed.”
“Don't blame me, if you want to blame me, you can only blame your mom for being too hard-hearted! How dare she send her own daughter to a man's bed.”
“Oh, no. Technically, you're not her daughter either.”
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