Yin Yijie shook his head vigorously, and was busy explaining in a speechless manner:
"She said she wanted to anger you, so she made a mark on my clothes, I don't want her, I want my wife.
Ke'er, are you angry? Are you angry with me again? Don't." A faint sadness appeared on her charming face, or sorrow. The little resentful woman looked vivid, and she stretched her hand from her waist to my stomach and gently touched it, which was extremely sticky
,bother!
"I have already sent him home, and he insisted on making an appointment with you to pick up his wife." Yuhubing explained to me helplessly, but her eyes were full of a fox-like smile waiting to watch the show; or
There are many good shows on the road, and I am very satisfied to watch it.
"Well, my wife, I promised to come and take you home with my mother." Yin Yijie looked up and looked at me quite flatteringly, and [
It seems that the first time I have seen him throw a flirting look at me so deliberately, uh
Sweat! Demonic!
No matter how much you wink at this, even a man can make you hook into the bed, but it may not be necessary for whoever goes up and down.
There was a little movement on the bed, and I felt more and more that this was not a place, what a thing was this.
Looking up at Mingfeng, I said:
"Please, knock him out with one punch and send him back.
This is the ward, and people in the whole building will come to watch the show later?" He yelled in the middle of the night, and didn't know what the hospital was doing, so he didn't care. Do rich people have the ability to be successful? It's too much
?
Mingfeng looked on the bed and said that my mother was not awake, but it was obvious that my mother was a serious patient and she really couldn't disturb her like this.
It is natural for me to stay, and he dares to hesitate. I stretch out my hand. If I can't do it myself, I can kill him.
Yuhubiao stared at me, as if something was wrong.
Oh? Is it really pretending? That would ruin your reputation for life.
But no matter what, I looked at Mingfeng and took action.
Yin Yijie still hugged my waist, touched my stomach, shook his head and muttered:
"Wedding, then I won't speak anymore.
Wife, can we go home? I feel so uncomfortable, and I feel so uncomfortable.
Can you go home and talk to me?"
It seemed that my body was trembling a little. I looked down at Yin Yijie's head, and his mouth came towards me again., All free hand-written novels are in guli