Because of the compulsion

Huh, Extra Part!

Ahem! The tests. Pretty, long-lost cure. Who knows you miss them wkwk ....

Or miss Zhao? Hmmm ....😂😂

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"Darling, my tie hasn't been taken?!"

"Darling, where did you put my suit?!"

"Darling!"

"Darling!"

"Darling!"

"Shortly, Chal!" Viona pulled the blue suit from beside the baby box. Half-running, she walked out of her son's room into the master room, where her husband was now shouting loudly at the door.

The sound of Zehan's cries deafened her ears, making Viona look even more chaotic. She rushed over to her husband who put on an upset face because his morning did not fit into the routine. Marshal must be fussy if early in the morning, do not want to lose to his son.

"Where's my tie?"

"So I was ready. Still in the dressing room maybe." Viona handed the suit to her husband. If only Marshal could prepare himself, wearing full clothes since, then this morning Viona would not be troubled anymore. He's got to go here and there looking for a tie. It turned out to be on the table where he had last kept it, while preparing the clothes earlier.

The unruly base of Marshal. If only she had not acted excessively while Viona was breastfeeding Zehan, then the tie would have already been wrapped around her neck. Jas also moved to his son's room, including the number of Marshal this morning. He had to go to work since then.

"You don't make me bother, dong, Chal. Usually you can prepare yourself. Kasian Zehan is fussy again, you don't follow fuss. I'm dizzy." Viona pulls her husband to face. She fastened the tie around her husband's neck and began to make a neat braid. "Udah. Now go, it's noon. Don't make me dizzy again!"

"Who refuses to hire a baby sitter? If we hired him, you wouldn't be what you are now, honey."

Viona's steps stopped in front of the room door, about to move to Zehan's room. He looked at Marshal while sighing tiredly. Okay, he won't answer anything, because Marshal does blame his decision. Viona refuses to hire a nanny for Zehan, because she wants to take care of her own child. Never thought that it turned out that her husband could also make her take care of two children at once. Marshal instead trouble her, instead of helping lighten her.

Hearing the sound of her son's cries getting louder, Viona immediately went to the next room where Zehan was left alone. He carried her quickly. The handsome face of the boy was now flushed with tears soaking his lips. Viona cradled her son painstakingly, trying to stop his crying.

"Susuin, Baby. Maybe he's still hungry."

Viona rolled her eyes looking at the well-groomed Marshal, now behind her. The man looked relaxed, in contrast to him who had been in high blood since earlier. She sat on the bed that was available there, nursing her child, hoping that her crying could quickly subside.

Looking at the Marshal who was still standing paying attention, Viona exhaled violently. "It's noon, why haven't you left yet?"

Marshal just smiled, stepped closer to the bed, sat next to his wife who patiently gave ASI to Zehan. Marshal always liked to see Viona's motherly nature. Unfortunately, his feelings will increase many times.

"Chal ...."

"A little while, honey. I want to see this prince booby first."

"Darling, why is our son so handsome?"

Viona was only speechless when the Marshal touched her son's face. A smile bloomed on her husband's lips, Viona would not answer anything. She already knew what her husband would say later.

"Darling?"

"Because he's a god-drop, it's worth it if he's handsome."

"Wrong!" hardik Marshal's. Viona rolled her eyes, closed her ears, already able to guess what her husband would say next. "He's handsome because he looks like his dad."

Narcissist!

It's always been the benchmark. Indeed Viona could also see how similar they were. He didn't like to admit that, but couldn't dodge it either. Just look later, if they had a daughter, she'd make sure the child would look a lot like her. Got to! So that Viona does not lose to Marshal.

Zehan's eyes began to dim slowly. Her cheeks were blooming as she sucked water from Viona's chest. Bungil lips look fresh, there is a white liquid around it that melts out because of the swift ASI produced.

"I'm sure Zehan will be mighty when he grows up. Just look at the papa!" Marshal laughed to see his wife throw her face away, pretending to vomit. "I'm handsome, honey. There is no shortage. And you should be grateful for that." Marshal's laughter further broke as his wife acted as if she was vomiting again with her tongue sticking out. Viona was nauseous hearing his words.

"Sussst!" Viona warns the Marshal to shut up. Zehan wriggled in a sling, interrupted by the echoing sound of Marshal laughter. Viona's hand patted her baby's ass slowly so that she fell asleep again. When Zehan's lips slipped from her chest, Viona was sure her son was well. He re-justified his clothes and closed them neatly. He glanced sharply at the always beautiful Marshal. Her husband only gave a wide grin, found already tempted by his wife's assets.

"Darling ...." Marshal embraced Viona's body affectionately, even though his wife had just put Zehan to bed in a baby box.

"What?" Viona sharpened her gaze as she turned around. An annoyed grunt rang out when the Marshal with no idea of the rules instead peeked at his lips.  "The chal! Umpah, deh. Mending's going to the office now. It's noon."

Viona's body reflexed away, seeing her husband's already raised hand wanting to reach her body. The alert attitude started to light up. Looking at her husband's one-way glare, Viona could guess what the Marshal wanted. Soon she brushed off the hand of her husband who wanted to touch the spring for Zehan. Viona's eyes glared sharply, giving a warning.

"Zehan doang's time is given intake, anyway? It belongs together. Papa wants to." too."

"No, Chal!" Viona's hands crossed over her chest, staring at the Marshal with horror. "Udah, ah. There go!"

"A little while, sweetie."

Viona shook her head firmly. "Can't!"

"Darling ...." Marshal weld, like a child asking to buy a toy. "Just a minute."

Right, Viona now has two children. One child fell asleep, another fussy asking for rations. If it was like that, Viona felt that she would soon age.

"The chal!" Viona suffocated in shock, immediately covering her mouth with one hand, afraid that Zehan would wake up. The marshal cradled his body abruptly, leading him towards the bed. A sneer appeared on his face that was beginning to pervert. If it had been like that, the Marshal would have left for the office by noon and ended up with an exhausted Viona.

Huh, it turns out like that it feels like being a wife, as well as a mother. It's exhausting!