However, the ovulation period is falling, because Fengyan has taken measures.
Su Hanyan's heart clearly felt the deep loss. For such measures, she could only understand that this man was preparing her instead of not wanting children.
She curled up in the bed, and felt that somewhere in the bottom of her heart was like the dark night, even if it was bright and warm, the sun could not be shown in.
Loneliness, the least lack of no absence in her life is always lonely.
"Your dad said, Lin Qirui has taken his mother back to K City." In the darkness, he remembered the voice of Feng Yan and quiet, and there was no obvious emotional voice.
Su Hanyan responded and asked lazily, "Are you mind?"
She found him at the beginning for Lin Qiri's mother. Feng Yan didn't say anything, but she should mind.
"I said, I don't like you to grieve yourself for others."
"When do my dad say to meet?"
"He will come to City A after the day."
"He will ask you for a lot of gifts," she wants a lot, "she faces him sideways, and she did not say that He Zhiyong explicitly stated that he opposed her that she was married into the Feng family.
"The most lack of money in Feng family is money." Feng Yan smiled in a low voice.
He joked that Su Hanyan laughed in a row, and his body was shaking in his arms.
"With you, I am an outbreak."
"Cut, don't pull down my quality, I am a famous lady." After saying this, Su Hanyan couldn't help laughing. She didn't get rid of it with the famous lady.
Feng Yan hugged her from behind, and said dumbly in her ear: "Try, how long can it be?"
Before she understood it, he had opened her body in such a posture, and made her accept herself to the greatest extent.
She was in the mist in the clouds and was at a loss. Those strange love tide accumulated one by one.
Her response made the man on her body more unscrupulous, hugging her shaking body, dragging her into the most primitive desire-looking inside ...
However, what disappointed her was that even if it was difficult to control her own, the man still did not forget to take good measures.
Nympho
Two days later, because He Zhiyong was about to come to City A. Feng Yan did not go to the company, but rushed to the airport with Su Hanyan to pick up the airport.
"You should bring more people, let them drive a few more cars, and make a large row," Su Hanyan was unhappy, so he said anger.
"That's your dad, my father-in-law. There are so many people, do you want to show-Wei?" Feng Yan helped her shoulder, tone and.
"Say the same as true." She whispered.
She doesn't understand, she is obviously fake marriage. Why is it so formal?
"What do you say?"
"Nothing," Su Hanyan looked at the exit, his heartbeat was chaotic.
"Are you nervous?"
"What am I nervous?"
Feng Yan took her, hugged her hard, and said with a smile: "Everything has me."
Su Hanyan raised his chin and looked at him, "Isn't it you? What can you say?" What can I be afraid of? "
What she said in her mouth was very strong, but her heart was empty. She always felt that something would happen the same. Isn't it that women's intuition is accurate?
Her body trembled sharply, her vertical arms put on Fengyan's waist, dragging him tightly.
A beautiful and soft broadcast sounded over the airport hall.