Lei Haotian placed Lei Baobao on the ground in the next second, then hugged Xingan's body tightly, his lips pressed against hers, and his hoarse voice sounded as if the rain was about to pass and the sky would clear up.
"I'm sorry for making you worry, my dear, I miss you..."
He wanted to push her into the room, but the baby was holding a flower to cover his face, and he was yelling: "Daddy and mommy want to play? Baby didn't see it, baby didn't see anything."
This sentence instantly brought her heart back to her senses, and she pushed him away gently: "Haotian, no, not today, I'm a little busy."
Lei Haotian didn't care. In the crowded corridor, he pinned her whole body to the wall and kissed her life-threateningly.[
This is an open world, and servants passing by smile and look back and forth with blessings. Today is a happy day, and this happiness belongs to everyone.
He pressed her soft lips desperately, closed his eyes and felt her breath. There was a kind of happiness that was contagious, a kind of joy that was contagious, and a kind of breath called deep love that was contagious.
And he, Lei Haotian, was infected from the first step into Yan's house. Deep love arose in his heart. He held her head and kissed her lips deeply, and the tip of his tongue penetrated into her mouth to entangle
Dancing with her uvula, in a few breaths she completely lost her mind.
Watching other people getting married, he suddenly wanted to have a grand wedding.
This is what he owes to his heart, for three whole years; any words at this moment are superfluous, he tells her in his own way that apology, that deep and extreme love, which he feels less and less.
It cannot be said, but it is buried deeper and richer.
His heart has always been afraid that as time goes by, their relationship will gradually fade; he doesn't know if that is a woman's inherent worry, maybe because he is not like when he first pursued her, he would say sweet words to make her feel that he pays enough attention to her.
, he said the three words "I love you" less and less, but he expressed these three words in every bit of life, using his practical actions to explain to her the deep-rooted love.
, he hopes that she will be transparent enough to understand everything.
When he finally let her go, Baobao had already disappeared. The little girl was never a calm girl.
Xingan lay on his chest and panted. She tilted her head back unconsciously, "You man..."
Halfway through her words, she found some bruises on his neck, and her heart suddenly sank: "Are you injured?"
"No!" Lei Haotian arranged her clothes and trimmed her hair.
"Why not? There are obviously bruises on your neck. Were you injured yesterday?" Xin Gan said anxiously.
Seeing her distressed look, Lei Haotian really wanted to hurt her severely, but...he forced himself to put away his bad intentions and grabbed her hand that was touching his neck, but the cold touch made him
The body was so sensitive that it trembled.
"Yes..." He found that calling him dad was actually weird, but he immediately adjusted his mentality: "I discussed it with dad, and it's really fine."
"My father beat you?" The sweetheart raised his eyebrows, thinking that shouldn't be the case, "Go and find him!"
"It's your Uncle Lei." Lei Haotian held her back: "We, father and son, are discussing and discussing. I will tell you the details after the wedding."
Uncle Lei?
I didn't ask carefully, if it was Uncle Lei, then forget it.
My heart felt distressed and held his hand: "I'll go give you some medicine."