1130. The Affair of the Sons and Daughters of the Huangfu Family 82
Shouldn't he be annoyed at all times, what does it mean to be so close to him now.
The lips almost suffered from Song Wan's lips, and Song Wan's breathing increased significantly, a little nervous.
"Song Eve, let's get married."
"What?" This time Song Wan was completely surprised, even the weak and poor appearance forgot to pretend, and some unbelievable, "Han Yunjie, you can say dreams."
Han Yunjie shook his head, "No."
Song Wan nodded, "Oh, that must be a dream."
"Why, don't you want to marry me?" Han Yunjie's tone was a little displeased, and he asked with good -looking eyebrows.
Where do you want to dream, do you want to dream? OK?
"That, Han Yun promise ?????" Song Wanhua was a little spit, and his eyes moved, "That, if you don't want to, it doesn't matter."
Song Wan's teeth jumped out.
The look was a little bitan. Although everything had long been planned, Song Wan suddenly regretted it.
Huang Fuyi's strength to Huang Funing did not use Han Yunjie at all.
At least, Huang Funing loves Huang Fuli, and what about Han Yun promised?
He and Huang Funing are different. He can't understand his own heart.
Huang Fuyi and Huang Funing love each other, and they and Han Yunmao are just wishful wishes.
It is fundamentally different.
It is said that the twisted melon is not sweet. Since he wants freedom, then let him be free.
However, the heart of the heart was painful.
Every bone all over the body shouted the pain, the pain that spread from the heart to the whole body.
Han Yun promised to ask Song Wan's lips and asked, "Really?"
Song Wan's heart was cold and cold. Sure enough, his responsibility was just from the inner reluctance.
With a cold hum, struggling from Han Yunuo's arms, he was about to get up, and he didn't have any bruises.
However, the next second Song Ye couldn't help but a low curse.
With the leg bending and slipping, before standing firmly, he fell on the edge of the bed.
How powerful is the effect last night? Looking around, it is a lot of ambiguous marks.
Han Yun promised that Song Wan was full of his own brand, and he could not help but be satisfied.
"What are you doing." Speaking of Song Wan from behind, his hands were covered on the two groups of softness.
"You care about me. Don't think that I have a relationship with you, we can't be divided, I'm not you." Song Wan was a little angry.
"Do you really think so?" Han Yun promised to pull Song Wan's head over, but Song Wan's eyes moved around, refused to look directly at Han Yunjie.
As soon as Han Yun promised to look at her expression, she knew that she was talking.
His head against Song Wan's forehead, Han Yunjie's voice was low, with the gorgeous sexy of the male sound, "Song Wan, I was serious, I really planned to marry you."
"Even if there was no thing last night, I planned to do so." I was different from Huang Fuyi.
Willing to spend years to wait for someone.
Now that you have been determined, you must hold your head firmly in your hands.
Song Wan's brain was blank, what Han Yun promised to say.
He really wants to marry himself?
Did you hear it right? Is it red rain in the sky?
Han Yun promised to look at Song Wan's expression of his expression, his face and suspicion alternated, apparently suspecting what he had just said.
The hand that was tightly paired on the waist of Song Wan, Han Yun promised a word and one meal, repeating the words just now.