105. Chapter 105: 105 When a flash marriage is in progress one
When they separated out of breath, Hu Yueyue was carried in Song Tianlang's arms and walked out of the kitchen to the bedroom and let her sit on the bed.
During the whole process, Song Tianlang raised his eyebrows. He thought that this method would be useful in the future. The softness in his arms was even more comfortable, and Hu Yueyue's silly look was so cute.
Glancing at the slightly red and swollen lips, I saw that the previous anger had long since disappeared without a trace between the lips.
He felt refreshed and at ease at the moment. If he hadn't had important things to do today, he thought his self-control would completely collapse in front of her again.
When Hu Yueyue came back to her senses, Song Tianlang was about to open her wardrobe. At that time, her face was flushed and she was a little dazed. But at that moment she shouted, "What are you looking for?" and opened her closet smoothly.
What does the wardrobe do?
It was a bit messy in there, well, well, it was very messy. It wasn't that she didn't clean it up, but it was just that she was looking for the clothes left by her brother for him last night, so it was even messier.
But a girl can't help but want to reveal her bad side in front of someone she cares about a little bit. At this moment, Hu Yueyue stopped her subconsciously and instinctively, "What are you looking for? I'll come for you, get out of the way!"
Song Tianlang raised his eyebrows and his pupils dilated slightly. He was a little surprised by Hu Yueyue's sudden "aura" that could not be refused, but this feeling was much better than the depressed look she had just now.
then--
"Find some clothes and put on some clothes. We are going out!" He stated his intention succinctly. This time, Song Tianlang moved away obediently and closed the door when he left the bedroom. But before leaving, he gave the habitual order:
: "Fifteen minutes to change and set off!"
Hu Yueyue frowned, looking at Uncle Song's back as he went out. The tip of his nose wrinkled and the corners of his eyebrows twitched. Finally, he exhaled helplessly and opened the closet to look for clothes for going out.
Frowning slightly, Hu Yueyue finally chose a black and white striped dress, and quickly changed into it. She clicked her tongue, opened the cabinet under the bed, and took out a pair of orange slope-soled high heels to change into!
Then I started arranging my hair. I braided it into a centipede braid and tied it on the back of my head with an orange hairpin. I took a quick look in front of the mirror and took out some cosmetics to touch up my makeup. Then I slowly opened the bedroom.
door...
However, while Song Tianlang waited for fifteen minutes, he crossed his chest and arms, brushed his lips with his long fingers from time to time, and fell into a state of conjecture deep in his eyes.
I was thinking in my heart, after today's things are done, those benefits, which are "eating", will be legitimate and aboveboard.
But when Hu Yueyue opened the bedroom door, Song Tianlang thought that she was just a piece of rough jade that needed to be carved. It seemed simple and unpretentious, but in fact it was radiant.
Although he had always known that she was not ugly, it was just that her perfect facial features looked a bit low-key when put together. But he never thought that the originally fleshy and fat Hu Yueyue would not look any better in a black and white horizontal striped dress.
Being fat makes me look a little frail.
There was a hint of surprise in Song Tianlang's eyes, truly stunning.
Her long hair was braided back, her face was fair, and her facial features were delicate. The dress with horizontal white stripes covered her figure, which was not exactly slender, but the look in Song Tianlang's eyes made him feel a little "bloody swollen."
The exposed neck and the looming collarbone, and especially the uneven areas below, reminded Song Tianlang for a moment that he felt the softness of his big palm outside the hospital in D City. This reminded him of the softness of his big palm.
It seems as if the soft touch of that day still remains.