Quick Transmission: The host Mei Xinlang is too flirtatious

At the exit of the airport, a woman in a windbreaker has a graceful figure. She wears a pair of black-framed sunglasses on her palm-sized face and reveals her delicate red lips. It is not difficult to tell that she is a super beauty.

Such a beautiful woman, followed by two extremely cute little guys, attracted the attention of those who came and went.

As soon as Gu Yichen arrived at the airport, he saw a figure that haunted him.

He ran all the way over, picked up the woman from behind and spun her around.

The woman seemed to be shocked. When she saw the person clearly, she gave him a bright and bright smile with peace of mind.

This smile made Gu Yichen's heart, which he had deliberately suppressed, begin to beat wildly, and then he kissed her deeply, inseparably.

"Wow~ Look at that couple, they look like they are filming a TV series~"

"The heroes and heroines of my novel have appeared since then."

……

The two young men passing by covered their faces and chattered, unable to restrain their excitement.

When their lips and teeth separated, Su Li looked at the silver thread held by the two of them, his face turned red, and his head was buried in the man's arms without daring to lift it up.

Suddenly thinking of something, she quickly calmed down, knelt down, picked up the two cuties beside her and stuffed them into Gu Yichen's arms.

"Yichen, you are a father. This is brother Dabao, and next to him is sister Xiaobao."

"These are twins! You have to love them as much as you love me."

Su Li excitedly held hands and introduced.

Gu Yichen looked at the pair of treasures in his hand in confusion.

Where did this stupid kid come from?

When he got home, Qi Jie, who was waiting at the door, looked at his boss, holding the charming beauty in one hand and holding the luggage in the other. There were two little corgis sitting on the luggage, and he was almost shocked.

Gu Yichen didn't seem to notice the shocked expression of his subordinate, and calmly handed the luggage and furry child to him.

"Dabao, Xiaobao, this is Uncle Qi. Let him help you buy some daily necessities later. I will take mom upstairs to rest first."

Qi Jie:. . . . .The ghost uncle who went to ride the horse.

Su Li: You got into the role very quickly.

【Ding!Congratulations to the host for completing the mission story of joining hands with the twins to return domineeringly. The pregnancy and childbirth story is considered a failure, and the merits and demerits are offset. There is no reward or punishment. 】

Hearing the cold mechanical sound in his mind, Su Li raised his eyebrows without comment.

The big waves in the space finally picked up the broken glass heart.

Su Li had just pushed open the familiar door, and before he could turn on the light on the wall, he was pressed against the wall by a strong force and could not move.

"Yi Chen, you..."

The words that haven't been spoken yet were blocked and held in his mouth, and his lips were a little sore, so he could only passively bear the passion.

While someone was going to get a small umbrella, Su Li quickly looked around the familiar room.

The messy dressing table, the soft sofa, the fluffy carpet...there are figures of loved ones everywhere, and even the big bed under you at this moment seems to have traces of the dents of the two people...

Su Li felt a little sad for a moment.

However, someone who came back quickly and started to move his hands didn't give her much time to recall and think.

It is said that a breakup is better than a new marriage, and Gu Yichen in the past would definitely sneer at this.

When it comes to women, I thought they were based on lust and whim.

But he didn't expect that her leaving would make him understand what it meant to be scared and what it meant to be worried.

Gu Yichen knew that he had failed, and he admitted it.

Only by working harder can he truly feel that the woman is back, back to him.

Longing turns into a thread, sinking repeatedly around the emotional person.

He desperately wanted to prove each other's existence.

Storm~The storm is coming.

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