Dear Mr. Shi

In fact, it's okay, the fish can still be eaten, and it seems to be quite delicious.

In fact, she didn't taste the taste when she didn't want to eat it. It was determined by the psychological effect that it was definitely not good, and she would not be able to eat it.

Song Qinghuan glared at him, pursing her red lips, pink and charming, as attractive as a mature peach waiting to be picked.

Shi Yuhan couldn't grasp it, and then gently kissed her lips.

The kiss was a little out of control, and he held her waist and started to move up and down, and finally was no longer satisfied with just touching her clothes, so he passed through her clothes without any restraints.

Song Qinghuan was all uncomfortable, pushing and pushing Shi Yuhan's shoulders, but Shi Yuhan did not go any further.

Of course, he also knew that he could not go any further.

Holding Song Qinghuan with his head buried in her neck, his lips covered her earlobe, gasping for breath, but he said softly: "Huan'er, in the future, shall we be like this? Let's stop making trouble. Just like this for a lifetime, a good lifetime!"

Song Qinghuan didn't push him away, but he didn't say yes, either.

She just closed her eyes, Yuhan Jiaojiao gasping for breath while leaning.

It was night, when Song Qing was about to fall asleep, he found that the bed was sinking.

She knew that Shi Yuhan had come, and originally wanted to make him go out and not sleep in her bed as before.

However, she felt so sleepy and tired, and she couldn't open her eyelids.

Then I thought about it tonight, as a small reward for him to cook for her tonight, and if he sleeps in her bed tomorrow night, she will let him roll.

The next day, when I opened my eyes, I saw a beautiful scenery that resembled a mirage. The sun was shining brightly in, and when Yuhan's back was facing the sun, I was talking on the phone, like a bright image, which has the power to make people thrilling.

Shi Yuhan's face turned towards Song Qinghuan, and he seemed to have been looking at her. As soon as she saw her eyes opened, Shi Yuhan turned away.

After confessing a few words, he hung up the phone, went to the bed, and sat down: "Wake up?"

Song Qinghuan glanced at him weakly, as if he hadn't slept enough yet.

She took a look at her cell phone, and it was only nine o'clock, it was still early, and she could sleep a little longer.

As if knowing that she didn’t sleep enough, Shi Yuhan said again: "If you don’t sleep enough, then sleep a little longer. I have something to go out immediately. Aunt He is downstairs. Let her do something for you if you want to eat. Only eat greens."

He reached out and touched Song Qinghuan's face: "I'll be back for lunch later, and wait for me."

Song Qinghuan had a weird face and rolled over with closed eyes.

Shi Yuhan was not upset, smiled, and kissed her on the forehead, then left with the coat set aside.

Song Qinghuan's eyes opened vacantly, looking at Shi Yuhan's back from the narrow eye gap. During this time, he seemed to lose a lot of weight, his handsome facial features were deeper, and Ying Ting's figure appeared more slender. Up.

Alas, really, she seems to be beginning to compromise again, and she clearly said yes, she has made up her mind to get a divorce.

But why, as long as he is paired with her, she will ignore it and want to continue to love him and continue to be with him?

The hand slid to the abdomen, and a small life was gestating inside. She was so unbelievable. Is it because of this, the small life they created together?