she caused the gods to fall

Human services?

Gu Jia crossed her legs lazily on the other end of the phone, as if she had heard some terrible words.

Shen Daiyi turned her head, only to see the outline of the man outside the door.

She replied immediately: "I don't need it."

Song Qingyan didn't go in, and introduced himself: "Mrs. Song can call me whenever she needs it. My service is very good."

Her ears turned red: "I'm calling Zhizhi."

Song Qingyan remained unhurried: "Say hello to Miss Gu for me."

After a while, the figure at the door disappeared.

Gu Jiazhi asked, "Dai Dai, have you been led by the nose by Song Qingyan?"

Shen Daiyi thought about it carefully, as if... yes.

On her side, she is a novice in the novice village.

As for Song Qingyan, who directly crossed the Xinshou Village, he was only proficient, with a mind... dexterity, and a variety of tricks.

The only time he fought back was that he was slightly superior in the end, and he was exhausted physically and mentally...

It is very difficult for Shen Daiyi to make a move.

"Um……"

"Have you ever flirted back?"

"Failed."

Gu Jia laughed even louder knowingly.

Shen Daiyi felt that a good friend should not be so gloating: "Zhizhi, what happened to you chasing Jiang Chao?"

The laughter stopped abruptly.

Gu Jiazhi coughed, "This bone is hard to chew."

After a pause, she was full of interest, "But I like tough bones. The less he likes to talk to me, the harder I work. It would be so boring if I hooked my fingers and got hooked."

The sense of sight of a scum girl speaking.

But Shen Daiyi knew very well that Gu Jiazhi would only take the initiative if she really liked it.

Shen Daiyi chuckled: "I wish you success."

After talking on the phone, Shen Daiyi came out of the bathtub, wiped off the water drops, and took a silk bathrobe to put on.

She went to Weibo again, clicked on the background message comments, and hundreds of comments were added.

Seeing the ridicule of those netizens, I really feel ashamed to face people.

At that time, she was so excited to support Song Qingyan. Originally, she wanted to hide the content she had posted before, but there were many people in the medical clinic who came to see a doctor, so she forgot when she got busy.

I couldn't remember it afterwards either.

Can't delete it now.

However, most of the people who were ridiculed were Song Qingyan.

She just fell into the shame of having her vest stripped, and the Weibo content she posted before was also made public.

Shen Daiyi posted on Weibo on her birthday: During the seven years of separation, I have never been tempted by anyone else. As soon as he appeared, the withered barrenness in my heart sprouted sprouts. The result of the unresolved love is, Going around, it's still him.

When I met Song Qingyan when I was young, I was destined not to be able to fall in love with anyone else.

He has always been her girl's heart.

Fortunately, this time, he didn't let her down or make her sad.

And on the wedding day, she only sent five words: He has come to marry me.

Just five words, but it also shows that Shen Daiyi attaches great importance to the wedding and looks forward to him.

However, Song Qingyan has always been the hottest person on Weibo this time.

She walked with her head down, without paying attention, her head bumped into Song Qingyan's chest, the man hugged her with his long arms, she raised her head, and there was a smile in his eyes, "What are you looking at? Such an ugly expression?"

The neckline of Shen Daiyi's bathrobe was loose, and water droplets that had not been wiped off remained in her collarbone. She had a seductive fragrance on her body, and her snowy skin was delicate under the incandescent light.

Shen Daiyi raised her head: "You are the one who is shameful."

"What's wrong with me?"

"I asked you to refuel, but I didn't let you fill up the gas so quickly. My personal account was hacked, and now many people know about your special fetish..."

Now his character design is Da Beng Te Beng.

Song Qingyan naturally knew about it. On the way back, he had already read all the content posted on Mrs. Song's Weibo.

"Mrs. Song, you misunderstood me. This hot search clarification is not done by me."

"Aren't you and who else?"

"Someone wants to please me, and I'll get it done faster than me."

Shen Daiyi pouted: "Who is it?"

"Wang Ziheng?"

"It's him again? You are not allowed to be cursed by him."

"it is good."

"It's all his fault, so many people know about your special hobby..."

Shen Daiyi narrowed her peach blossom eyes, "Didn't you read the comments?"

Song Qingyan said indifferently: "I'm not interested in their comments, I'm more interested in the blog posts shared by Mrs. Song."

Shen Daiyi bit her lip: "Have you seen it all?"

Song Qingyan hummed. "Ms. Song also often checks in on a male star's Weibo, and you liked his latest blog post."

That blog post was full of photos of seductive abs in a wet shirt.

Shen Daiyi was embarrassing: "He took very high-level photos, why did you say such... obscenity from your mouth?"

Song Qingyan pinched her drooping hair with his fingers and kneaded it: "It's normal."

Shen Daiyi pushed him away, "I'm a fan of my mother, you should be less jealous, which will help the harmonious relationship between husband and wife."

"Then the number of couples' obligations is too small, which is not conducive to the harmonious relationship between husband and wife? How does Mrs. Song plan to solve it?"

Shen Daiyi quickly hid under the quilt, "That's your excess demand, Mrs. Song can't solve it."

Song Qingyan tugged on his tie and stopped arguing with her.

He took off his tie and went to the cloakroom.

On WeChat, Fu Botang sent him several messages:

"Tsk, the anklet my wife gave you can't get enough of it!"

"My wife is very witty."

"My wife said, I'll give you something new some other day, I'm sure you'll like it."

Song Qingyan was not polite to him: "Thank your wife for me."

Shen Daiyi slept on the side that he usually sleeps on. She lay on the man's pillow, and soon, on the pillow, the man's cold fragrance was entwined by her breath.

Anyway, when she wakes up on weekdays, she always sleeps on his side.

Shen Daiyi was wearing headphones, half an hour later, Song Qingyan lifted the quilt and lay down.

"Listen to what?"

"Listen to the radio drama."

However, the day after Song Qingyan lay down, she took off her earphones and closed her eyes.

"It's so tight and you say I have excess demand?"

Sensing something, Shen Daiyi opened her eyes: "Then I'll stay away from you."

Song Qingyan whispered in her ear: "Mrs. Song doesn't need manual services, I do."

Shen Daiyi's eyelashes trembled: "No, you don't need to..."

The rest of the words were all swallowed up.

The silk nightgown slipped from her shoulders, Shen Daiyi felt cold, Song Qingyan brushed her long hair away, gently rubbed against her shoulders, and kissed the snow skin reverently with her thin lips.

Fifteen minutes later, Song Qingyan carried her to the cloakroom. His nightgown was loose, he opened the cabinet, and took out the anklet that had not been worn in the brocade box.

He lifted Shen Daiyi's feet, and under her gaze, he put them on for her slowly.

"I haven't heard the rest of the tone." He touched the thin red mark on her ankle again, "It's evened out, Mrs. Song."

In the mirror, a man's back suddenly appeared.

The criss-cross marks looked much more shocking than Shen Daiyi's pale red marks.

Shen Daiyi blinked: "You don't need manual services, so you don't need to add new injuries tonight?"