Ye Fei Ye

Jin Yang received a birthday present at the age of 20. He received a baby wrapped in a blanket and placed it in a box. The paternity test results told him that this was indeed his child.

What? What did that happen? In Jin Yang's memory, he had never had sex with a woman. How did this child come about?

Lin Shenshen had gotten pregnant before marriage and was despised by her family. She had liked Jin Yang for many years, but one day, she disappeared. She would never pester Jin Yang again and stop him from getting close to other girls.

Jin Yang gave the child a name. He realized that this brat was very smart, but his personality was becoming more and more like the girl in his memory.

Six years later, at Lin Shenshen's lowest, Jin Yang found her along with his son.

"I'll find you a beautiful stepmother."

"What about my own mother? Is she not as pretty as this young lady?"

Lin Shenshen picked up her son and kissed him on the cheek.

"Where did this child come from?"

"Baby, let Mommy tell you—you were born in Mommy's dream!" The couple, Lin Shenshen and Jin Yang, kept teasing the little kid.

Jin Yang, "Honey, why don't you elaborate? How did you give birth in your dream?!"



Cannot Bear To Let Go Of My Rich Wife

Percy Stanton was gradually losing all reason, his hands began to roam dishonestly over Isabel Smith's body, even slipping into her skirt. He peeled her underwear and felt the damp sensation from inside her. His body electrified, with a sharp jolt, the temperature began to rise, and his already swollen lower body suddenly felt as if it was about to explode.


He let go of her lips, his scorching hot lips traveled down her cheek to her neck, then unbuttoned her shirt and nibbled on her snowy clavicle and soft breasts.


Isabel Smith felt like her body was on fire and she became increasingly hot. She didn't know if it was because of the overwhelming lust, her mind was muddled, and she gasped for air.


Percy Stanton was gently chewing on her breast, then suddenly lifted her up, raised his head, and kissed her, his hand rapidly tearing at her clothes. His movements were forceful, as if he desperately wanted to crush Isabel Smith to bits.


Chapter 530 How long until you remember me? (5)