Ceo Somplak Fall in Love
CSJC: Chapter 92

Gio who was crying from thirst couldn't be the herd in Jasmine's sling. Jasmine who had begun to be overwhelmed walked to her in-laws room to return Gio to breastfeed her mother.

Gibran tailed behind his wife, not letting Jasmine get away from him.

"Mother, I'm in?" Jasmine knocked on the room door quietly.

Faintly, Jasmine heard the creaking sound of the bed along with the sigh of a woman.

Jasmine's face was hot, perhaps now her face had turned red from hearing a voice she was not supposed to hear.

Jasmine closed her tiny mouth Gio then ran a little away leaving her room-in-law.

"Where are you going?" Gibran who saw his wife turning around also turned around immediately.

"Gio drink formula, you make it!" Gibran frowned looking at his wife's embarrassed face.

"Why you?" Gibran was curious about the cause of his wife's blushing.

"It's okay, let's go down!" Jasmine's slightly hasty steps with indistinct vision made her almost fall toppled from the stairs.

Luckily Gibran held his body so that his wife and sister survived.

"Oh my God, honey. Be careful!" Gibran was already unsettled, his heart racing with a heart that rumbled with worry.

"Sorry, Mom!" Jasmine.

"It's okay, I'll help you get down." Gibran embraced Jasmine's shoulder and led her down carefully. Maybe he will later move rooms below just for fear of bad things happening to his wife.

When he got downstairs, Gibran went straight to the kitchen to make his sister milk. Jasmine and Gio waited in the living room.

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Gibran lay down and let his wife's head rest on her chest. Gibran rubbed Jasmine's head then gave a brief kiss there.

"Love one night." Gibran muttered unsettledly.

"You must give birth!" Started slashing and his hands moved mischievously.

"Junior wants to enter the nest." Gibran moved Jasmine's position to lie on her back.

Gibran moved Jasmine's boiling position then******* the twin hills of Jasmine were not covered by a single thread because of their intimate relationship two hours ago.

Gibran's right hand pointed his possessions at his wife's and made a small gesture after entering perfectly.

"Delight." Jasmine raved indistinctly, she was enjoying their intimate game yet she was still sleeping.

Until the typical noise due to the touch of his two bodies that were united down there, Jasmine was not disturbed.

Fifteen minutes later, the sweat of the two had already flooded the mattress, Gibran accelerated his movements until the thick, warm liquid filled the space below.

Gibran's body instantly collapsed beside Jasmine whose breathing was irregular.

Gibran smiled in satisfaction for stealing a round of games tonight.

Gibran hugged Jasmine while playing the perfectly poking twin hills.

Tired of the game, Gibran sleeps soundly because he feels comfortable.

In Satya and Ranti's room, the couple were having a small argument over the ASI problem that Satya drank.

"The one who has your milk." Satya ruffled her hair in frustration, Gio continued to cry from thirst.

"Dad has it too" said Ranti.

"Daddy's got to be small, bun." Satya was truly sorry for starving her son.

"Where to go to the kitchen, make formula milk!" ranti's orders in a low voice were not friendly.

"Little boy, if I don't remember you this father seed, I've thrown you to sometimes rabbits!" Satya grumbled, he put Gio to the bed beside his wife then immediately went to the kitchen to make milk.

Ranti who saw Satya coming out immediately came out, she took the spare key outside the room and then went back into the room again.

The main key that still hangs on the door immediately he comes off after he locks the door from the inside.

Ranti laughs wickedly then goes up to the bed, she lifts Gio's petite body and instantly gives him ASI.

Actually, ASI himself has returned full, only Ranti deliberately lied to Satya so that next time Satya no longer drinks Gio's ASI.

"Gio sleeps with mom tonight, yeah. Let me sleep with the rabbits outside." Ranti kissed her son's face with anxiety, after Gio slept, she put Gio next to him and then he also slept.

Satya who had finished making formula milk went straight back to the room. However, when he opened the door, the door could not be opened.

Satya knew that the door was locked from the inside. Satya immediately walked towards the small cupboard in the corner of the room to pick up the spare key. There is no spare key there.

"Mother must be intentional." Satya's body sagged to the floor, she leaned against the wall and drank Gio's formula using a pacifier.

As a result, the big baby who drank formula milk with a pacifier.

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Poor Satya ...

☘☘ The precipitous football of life must exist, the talents and characters of each person are different, God has always easily flipped through the hearts of men. In the past, a girl who was in her teens had friends who were much older, different from 10-30 years.

However, you can believe it or not if it often happens that old friends are forgotten because of new people, old friends sometimes one of the more immediate ones is not forgiven because new friends are more fun.

Not only different ages, surely busyness is different, imagine if the High School children hang out with housewives who certainly have more experience in their lives.

Man cannot be perfect, because perfection belongs only to God.

Making this story takes a lot of learning to sometimes get sick or stressed just because the idea has been destroyed, or sometimes because the idea is suddenly pecked chicken (lost)

Everyone wants the best for themselves, if they want to. Everyone has an equal chance of becoming president, but only one in millions can be president, right?

So do I, many opportunities to make a good story because I also want to be a great writer. But, many weaknesses that I have so that a work that was originally neatly arranged far changed.

Learn and learn more in order to make a true story does not revolve the character, the beginning of the conflict, the peak of the conflict, until the ending.

But, sometimes all hope is lost when the heart and brain get a simple treatment that makes both disturbed. Causing pain in the head to stress, making the heart become painless because of pain. Until sometimes, I WANT TO GIVE UP.

Well, introverts are hard to get along with, they prefer to be alone rather than doing things that are not important and free.

And, I'm one of them.☘☘

#pedition vent

Those who are confused and bored with this novel should stop reading, because this is not an obligation.