Second pregnancy, sixth child: The beloved mom's disguise has been exposed again.

Chapter 308 Let the mad dog bite you like this

On her way home from the film set, Ning Yao received a call from Chen Xuezong for the first time ever.

"Did Shen Haoxuan harass you on set?" Chen Xuezong's voice sounded cold and angry, as he tried his best to suppress his emotions.

"It's nothing, I've taken care of it. It was just a little flea. It's easier to crush it than an ant," Ning Yao replied with a smile.

"You should still bring the bodyguard I found for you; it'll be safer that way."

"Uh, a friend arranged a bodyguard for me, a female bodyguard. It's very safe, don't worry..."

Upon hearing Ning Yao's voice, Chen Xuezong felt a moment of sadness.

Friend? What friend? Is it Wen Tingye?

That was Ning Yao's private matter, and he couldn't say anything, but he couldn't help but care.

"By the way, I recently discovered some problems with the company's finances, and several companies we cooperate with are trying to terminate their contracts with us for various reasons. I think it's probably something someone is doing behind the scenes."

"In addition, I also discovered that someone tampered with our brand's classic skincare products. The first batch of products released had problems, and several customers complained. Their attitude was extremely bad, as if they had been bribed. However, I paid a higher price to suppress the matter..."

"But this matter has had a significant impact, and sales have been declining frequently in the last two months."

"Oh?" Ning Yao became interested; someone was actually deliberately trying to go against her.

She hadn't encountered anyone who dared to oppose her in a long time, and suddenly someone with considerable skills and no fear of death appeared; she was overjoyed.

"The classic model should have been revamped long ago, especially since we already had a comparable alternative to the classic model six months ago, so a decrease in sales is inevitable."

"Has the research department come up with any new products?" Ning Yao changed the subject abruptly, catching Chen Xuezong off guard.

After letting out an "Ah," he quickly snapped out of his thoughts and replied politely, "It's out, but not yet on the market."

"How about this, let our factory suspend production of the classic model for now, and I'll make time to visit the research institute in a couple of days."

"Well, I see."

"Take care of yourself and get some rest. Don't always be so focused on the company. You should also pay attention to your own affairs." Ning Yao knew that Chen's mother had long wanted to have a grandson, but she had been too embarrassed to mention it to Chen Xuezong because of his aversion to it.

Upon hearing this, Chen Xuezong's eyes dimmed. He was a smart man; how could he not understand Ning Yao's meaning?

"Send me a message when you go to the research institute. It's been a long time. I'll go with you and we can have a meal together."

"Okay." Ning Yao replied briefly with one word, then hung up the phone and sighed softly.

It seems that Chen Ma's wish to have a grandson will not be fulfilled for the time being.

After returning to the teachers' apartment, Ning Yao took a shower, changed into clean and comfortable clothes, and then went to her bedroom to enter the spiritual spring in her space.

She brought a miniature bottle the size of a test tube, intending to fill it with some of the "spiritual spring water" to conduct experiments and see if it could be used in her new cosmetics brand products.

Ning Yao always soaked in the spiritual spring to recuperate from her injuries, as the spiritual spring was very effective in promoting the healing of bodily wounds.

Ningyao plans to launch new cosmeceutical products in the next quarter, specifically targeting male and female customers with damaged skin.

After taking out the spiritual spring, Ning Yao came out with the refreshing fragrance of the spring, but she suddenly bumped into a wall of flesh.

Startled, Ning Yao nearly dropped and shattered the test tube containing the spiritual spring. Her eyes widened suddenly, and after seeing the handsome face of the man in front of her, her pupils contracted sharply, and her lips trembled slightly.

The man reached out and wrapped his arms around Ning Yao's waist, pulling her closer to his chest. He then lowered his head and kissed Ning Yao's damp, dark hair affectionately.

Ning Yao felt the man's embrace and his scent, and inexplicably felt a little unreal.

She suddenly remembered Guan Ying, who was always by her side in the living room, and she peeked behind her through the gap in Wen Tingye's arm.

There was no one left in the living room at this moment; Guan Ying, the third wheel, had probably been 'invited' away by Wen Tingye.

"Weren't you in the Butterfly Valley in Colombia? How could you be back so soon?"

"The photos were taken yesterday, not uploaded today." Wen Tingye's deep and powerful voice was right next to Ning Yao's ear.

Ning Yao suddenly pushed the man in front of her away and carefully looked him over. His exposed skin looked very smooth, and apart from being a little dark, there was no sign of injury. As for the parts covered by his clothes, Ning Yao had no way of knowing.

"Take off your clothes." Ning Yao looked at Wen Tingye in front of her, her commanding tone tinged with a hint of gentleness.

"So eager? It seems you miss me a lot while I'm not around." Wen Tingye chuckled softly.

He knew Ning Yao's intentions, of course. He kept joking around, but his limbs cooperated by taking off his clothes.

Wen Tingye was wearing a loose T-shirt, which was very easy to take off. The shirt was easily pulled off his head and tossed aside.

Ning Yao stared intently at the area near the man's ribs. She could see that there had been bandaging before, and the wound had mostly healed. However, she could still tell how badly the man had been injured. The flesh was turned outwards, and the wound was extremely irregular. She didn't know what kind of sharp weapon had pierced through it.

"What did this happen to you?" Ning Yao asked with concern, raising her hand to touch Wen Tingye's chest muscles. They were hard and elastic to the touch, a testament to the man's strong physique and long-term exercise.

Wen Tingye could feel Ning Yao's slender, slightly cool fingers gently caressing his body. A surge of heat rushed to his head, almost knocking out his reason.

"Reinforcing steel." Wen Tingye uttered two words, his Adam's apple bobbing slightly, and he suddenly swallowed.

"How did you get hurt by that thing?" Ning Yao asked anxiously. At the same time, she picked up a tube of spiritual spring water that she had just taken out, poured it into her palm, and then gently rubbed it on Wen Tingye's wound. Her movements were very careful, as if she was afraid of hurting him.

“Their guns were confiscated by my men. Without weapons, they could only grab whatever they could find and bite indiscriminately like mad dogs.” Wen Tingye let Ning Yao apply lotion to his body, enjoying the sensation as he narrowed his deep eyes.

"You just let the mad dog bite you? Aren't you supposed to be so capable? You even let the dog bite you right in front of you?" Ning Yao raised an eyebrow, her beautiful fox-like eyes filled with undisguised reproach.

"Thinking about women distracted me." Wen Tingye suddenly picked Ning Yao up from in front of him, held her tightly in his arms, forehead to forehead, and led her to the sofa, where he sat her down still in his arms.

Ning Yao sat on Wen Tingye's lap. Standing next to the tall and slender Wen Tingye, she, who was only 1.7 meters tall, looked petite and delicate.

"This spiritual spring water is quite effective when applied externally, much better than your topical wound medicine. I'll take out a little more for you to keep on hand. If you get injured, apply it immediately, understand?" Ning Yao instructed.

She didn't want to see Wen Tingye get hurt again.

She didn't want to see even the slightest scratch or minor injury!

"I might as well keep you by my side. The spiritual spring can't cure all diseases, only you are my medicine." Wen Tingye's voice was so low that it almost sucked Ning Yao's soul away.

I used to think that only women could seduce men, but I never imagined that, with enough effort, men could be just as effective at seducing women.

Wen Tingye, who is right in front of us now, is a perfect example of a man seducing a woman.

Wen Tingye pinched Ning Yao's side waist.

Ning Yao hissed, a layer of light goosebumps rising uncontrollably all over her body, and her scalp tingling unbearably.

"Wen Tingye...wait a minute!"

Ning Yao spoke in a hoarse voice, as if she had remembered something. Before the gun could be discharged, she struggled to jump off the man and plunged into the kitchen around the corner.

As she walked, the woman muttered to herself, her voice low and muffled, so Wen Tingye on the sofa could only catch a glimpse of what she was saying.

“I remember Bocuse has been researching chicken soup recently. This afternoon he stewed an old hen that had been raised on grain in the countryside for three years. It smelled amazing. He said he would keep it warm in the kitchen for me, and I could heat it up for ten minutes when I got back and drink it.”

"You're injured, so some chicken soup would be perfect for you. I'll go heat it up for you!"

Wen Tingye looked at his empty arms, feeling both amused and exasperated.

It seems his charm wasn't enough to make Ning Yao lose her mind instantly; there's room for improvement.