she caused the gods to fall

Pingjiang, after she untied the knot in her heart, Shen Daiyi no longer resisted, and thought of going back for a while.

Song Qingyan said in a doting tone, "Go back with you this weekend."

After getting up, Shen Daiyi looked at the man's body that was painted by her. She, she was so excited last night, she painted on Song Qingyan's body, and she couldn't count how many... small animals and herbs.

When her eyes slid over Song Qingyan's abdominal muscles, chest, arms, and saw the little turtle on his neck, Shen Daiyi was trembling while hugging the quilt on the bed and laughing.

That little turtle can't be stopped by clothes.

Moreover, it is very eye-catching.

Song Qingyan looked at the laughing woman on the bed with a stooped belly, her skirt rolled up to her thighs, her smile was like a flower, her complexion was as white as snow under the black chiffon nightdress, and her peach blossom eyes still burst into tears, as if there was a small light condensing in her eyes Hitomi.

His wife, the beauty of the city, the beauty of Furong, is not too much.

Song Qingyan raised his hand to wipe away the tears from the corners of her eyes, seemingly helpless: "Mrs. Song, don't laugh."

Shen Daiyi raised her eyes, smiling unabated: "I just laugh."

She pointed to the little turtle on his neck, "I still want to take a picture and send it to Moments."

Song Qingyan's Adam's apple rolled: "Must it be?"

"To send."

"Row."

Mrs. Song is fine if she doesn't run away from home.

Shen Daiyi got up from the bed with her mobile phone, found a good angle, and took a picture of the little turtle on her neck and the lifelike little butterfly on the back of her hand.

Her photography skills are still very good, and the man's hand, no matter how you shoot it, is very beautiful. The neck is slender, revealing the pinnae, collarbone, and the little turtle is lying on it, dumbfounded.

Shen Daiyi smiled and chose the two most beautiful photos: Painting seems to be a thing in school days, I didn't expect to paint with great interest last night, and the painting is pretty good~

In the circle of friends early in the morning, I quickly received a few likes.

Fu Botang: Sister Shen has returned to Jingyuan?It seems that my good brother has a way of coaxing people. This turtle, painted on him, is really suitable for him!

Shen Daiyi is one or two years younger than him, so there is nothing wrong with calling her sister Shen.

Of course, to say that the little turtle is a good match for Song Qingyan is to call him a turtle bastard.

Zhou Yinghou: Little Butterfly's paintings are so vivid.

Zhou Yinghou: Bo Tang, don't mess with A Yan.

Fu Botang looked at his wife and said: "Honey, I'm just joking~"

Song Zhiqian really didn't expect that his cousin would spoil Shen Daiyi so bottomlessly. It's true that the filter is broken again and again. His cousin is no longer that high-altitude flower that others can't touch.

So, I posted a comment: sister-in-law 6.

Assistant Chen: Mr. Song finally coaxed his wife home! /firecrackers/sprinkling flowers

It's just that he didn't expect that the way to coax him back was completely different from what he thought.

It was hard for him to imagine that Mr. Song had a little turtle on his neck.

Does it match his fairy face?

At this time, a female assistant from the general manager's office came up: "Assistant Chen, what are you looking at, smiling like this?"

Chen Li didn't say anything, but subconsciously covered the phone.

"I'm so envious that Assistant Chen can see Madam's Moments..." Then the style changed, "The two photos Madam sent just now are Mr. Song's hands and neck..."

Assistant Chen denied: "No, you read it wrong."

"How could I be wrong, Mr. Song's hands are famous in our company for their lust and beauty."

Assistant Chen's face twitched slightly: "That has nothing to do with you."

"Hey, Mr. Song and Mrs. Song are so sweet. Mrs. Song drew little butterflies on Mr. Song's hands, and little turtles on his neck. All this is to coax Mrs., right?"

Chen Li replied unknowingly: "That's right."

As soon as one person knew it, the whole company spread it all over again.

They are all talking about Song Qingyan coaxing his wife to volunteer for Shen Daiyi as a drawing board, asking her to draw little butterflies and little turtles on her hands...

At 09:30 in the morning, the Maybach stopped at the entrance of the company building.

Normally, most of Song Qingyan would come around nine o'clock, but today he was half an hour late.

The man was wearing a black shirt with excellent texture, trousers appeared, the neckline was not buttoned as meticulously as usual, and there was a hint of red on the exposed skin.

Especially, collarbone, neck...

And the little butterfly on the back of the hand, others can see it at a glance.

The man's hands were lowered and he carried the Buddhist beads with him. The black dzi beads dangled and hit the back of his hands from time to time.

"There are really small butterflies, and they are still golden blue."

"Why is there no little turtle?"

"Wash it off, Mr. Song's skin is a little red, I guess it took a lot of effort to wash it in the morning."

"I don't know what the photo looks like. I'm so envious of Assistant Chen and the female assistant I saw by accident."

"I also want to see……"

It was indeed not easy for Song Qingyan to wash off the paint on his body in the morning.

However, he lay comfortably in the bathtub and asked Mrs. Song to do it for him.

The point is, he is the one who paints vigorously, and when he washes it off, he gets tired after just a few strokes.

The only small butterfly perched on the back of the hand is preserved.

Assistant Chen aimed at the man's neck. The little turtle was washed off, and he wanted to take a look for himself.

Song Qingyan raised his eyes: "Give me the document."

Assistant Chen quickly handed it over. , dare not look at it.

Song Qingyan: "Two weekends are free for me."

Assistant Chen: "What's the matter with Mr. Song?"

Song Qingyan: "Accompany my wife."