The Family of Time Travel Has an Ugly Wife - Chapter 94

What grape?

As long as Wan Qiu thought about it, the stars in the sky and the moon in the water, as long as Shan Yu could do it, he could even go down to the five oceans to catch turtles.

This was not the first time that Shan Yu became a father, but it was the first time that he experienced the joy and excitement of being a father.

So, participation was really important.

Shan Yu put his ear on Wan Qiu’s belly and listened to the weak but powerful fetal movements inside. He touched Wan Qiu’s round belly with his hands. As if it was not enough, he untied the clothes of the person in his arms and touched the belly directly. It was slippery.

“You’ve grown up a little bit more.” Shan Yu put his chin on Wan Qiu’s shoulder, hugged Wan Qiu from behind and let him lean into his arms, and asked him warmly: “Is there anything uncomfortable?”

Wan Qiu was eating the grapes sent by an aircraft. Hearing this, he leaned on Shan Yu’s shoulder and raised his eyebrows, shaking his head and looking at him with crooked eyes.

Not sure if it was because of his pregnancy, Shan Yu felt that Wan Qiu was more attractive than usual, so he lowered his head and kissed him lightly, which was very sweet.

Wan Qiu usually relied on Shan Yu, and was even more so after the pregnancy.

The shuanger with a bulging belly rubbed into Shan Yu’s arms again, stretched out his neck, and actively cooperated. When Shan Yu stopped, Wan Qiu’s eyes were misty, and he held his belly a little reluctantly and called him: “Husband…”

Still wanting more.

Wan Qiu smelled the scent on his husband’s shirt, and while licking his lips to clean up all the wet marks left by Shan Yu, he pressed his forehead against Shan Yu’s slightly rolled neck and asked greedily: “Hug me.”

“I’m holding you.” Shan Yu stroked Wan Qiu’s long, smooth black hair, raising his head with uncontrollable desire.

Wan Qiu didn’t realize that he was in danger at all, so he continued to eat large bright red grapes in Shan Yu’s arms: “Husband, these grapes are so big and so crisp, like fruit, so delicious.”

“It’s from European variety. It contains a lot of sugar. You should eat less.”

“But it’s really delicious.”

“Then you have to eat less. High blood sugar is very troublesome.”

“…Does that have an impact on the children?”

“You are the mother and the fetus is in your belly. What do you think?”

“Then…then I won’t eat it.” Wan Qiu quickly fed the grapes in his hand to Shan Yu: “Husband, you can eat them.”

Shan Yu frowned and ate the sweet grapes in his mouth, patted Wan Qiu’s butt, and said to him: “You little heartless one.”

Wan Qiu was not a heartless person, so he struggled and argued: “These grapes are very expensive, husband, don’t waste them.”

Shan Yu carried Wan Qiu back to the bedroom: “Okay, I need to teach you a lesson.”

The bed was big and soft, and Wan Qiu’s black and long hair fell on his fair and delicate shoulders, which was an indescribable beauty.

Shan Yu hugged Wan Qiu from behind, touched Wan Qiu’s belly and rubbed him slightly, bit a piece of meat on Wan Qiu’s shoulder, narrowed his eyes, and clicked off his belt.

The five-month-old fetus was very stable, and the slow love affair was quite torturous for both of them.

Wan Qiu turned sideways and grabbed the pillow, biting his lip unbearably and humming softly. His body had been particularly sensitive after pregnancy, and he couldn’t withstand Shan Yu’s tender touch. He whispered, “Husband… don’t…”

Shan Yu was not a promiscuous person, but men, especially young men who had not had much experience in human affairs, had heavy desires and the bestiality of male instinct.

Shan Yu had an ‘evil’ desire for the pregnant Wan Qiu. He hugged the shuanger who was breathing low and said softly, “I just want to see the child.”

Wan Qiu didn’t believe his nonsense, so he closed his eyes and asked with trembling eyelashes, “…how…how do you want to see it?”

Shan Yu kissed Wan Qiu’s shoulder, smiled, and said, “I know the limit.”

Shan Yu didn’t lie; he was indeed very measured. Wan Qiu laid on the quilt with misty eyes and sobbed convulsively. He heard his husband say warmly, “The child is very good. He said he wants to stay with me for a while.”

How could Wan Qiu have the right to disturb the gathering of father and son? He nodded half-heartedly and whispered aggrievedly, “Husband, please kiss me, I feel so uncomfortable… ugh~”

When Wan Qiu was more than nine months pregnant, Shan Yu stopped thinking about looking at the child. He stroked Wan Qiu’s lips and said meaningfully, “Wan Qiu, your tongue. So soft.”

Wan Qiu was nestling in Shan Yu’s arms and kissing him. Shan Yu’s eyes were filled with lust, and his eyesight slowly dropped.

The straight suit pants had a slight bulge.

Wan Qiu’s face turned red with embarrassment, and he turned his head pretending not to understand. When Shan Yu lowered his head and rubbed his face, he whispered, “Wan Qiu…”

People with a steady temperament were always so tactful when dealing with others.

Wan Qiu stood up holding his stomach, knelt down along Shan Yu’s knees, and was supported.

Shan Yu naturally opened his overlapping long legs, took a soft pillow, and placed it under Wan Qiu’s knees. After taking off his coat, he looked at him with expectant and encouraging eyes.

This was one of Shan Yu’s few small requests. Wan Qiu blushed but still obeyed him.

Wan Qiu didn’t know how to untie Shan Yu’s belt, nor did he know how to serve others. It took him a long time to slowly get on the right track, and he heard his husband’s voice hoarse and unbearable, “Put your teeth away.”

Wan Qiu did as he was told, and a big hand pressed on the back of his head.

Wan Qiu looked up with red eyes and saw his husband, who had always been self-possessed, leaning back on the sofa with his head tilted up, his jaw tensed into a beautiful arc, noble and elegant.

…He was like this all because of him.

Wan Qiu blushed, thinking with satisfaction and a little pride.

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Half a month before the due date, Mother Shan took Wan Qiu back to the Shan family’s old house and took care of him personally. All the food and clothing were exquisite and luxurious. Even Grandpa Shan and Father Shan came to see him every day and were extremely concerned.

The big family valued bloodlines, and Shan Yu was an only son. Yun’er, who was born by Wan Qiu, was smart and cute, and was loved by Grandpa Shan. This child was indeed what Shan Yu had said. Regardless of male or female, as long as the mother and baby were safe, the elders would be happy.

It was just that Shan Yu had always ignored one issue, which was his beautiful wife, Wan Qiu was not a real man, and the gender of the child born in Wan Qiu had three options.

In the late spring, Wan Qiu gave birth to a child safely, it was a shuanger.

The elders didn’t even wait until the child was one month old; they held a banquet for the guests.

Shan Yu looked at the red cinnabar mole on the palm of the little thing in his arms and said to Wan Qiu, “Just raise him as a son.”

Wan Qiu was a little uneasy, “If grandpa and the others find out…”

“Have you forgotten? This is modern times. There are only two genders: men and women. A shuanger is not different from a man here? In the future, he and Yun’er will be raised together. When he grows up, he will also be an upright man. In the future, we will get a wife for him so that he won’t have children with other men.”

Shan Yu thought all men were the same and he was his own flesh and blood. He thought that no matter what, he could not let other brats take advantage of his little shuanger, so he had to protect him.

While talking, the housekeeper knocked on the door and asked Shan Yu to entertain the guests.

“Husband, go quickly and drink less.”

“You are still in confinement; what kind of wine should I drink?” Shan Yu put the little baby in his arms next to the Wan Qiu pillow, stretched out his hand to put on the windproof headband on his forehead, and said, “Wait for me to have dinner together, and try your confinement meal.”

Wan Qiu chuckled, nodded, and said, “I understand, husband, go quickly.”

Shan Yu refused to leave yet, clasping the back of Wan Qiu’s head and probing his lips, “Kiss me before leaving.”