Hesitant, as if something crawled on his face.

The fans opened their eyes stupidly, and found that their legs were resting on Ning Jin's legs, and his head was also against Ning Jin's waist.

The bedside lamp was dim, and Ning Jin's head was in front of the bedside lamp, clutching the book in one hand and staring at the book with indulgence.

Words of Song: ...

Really did not realize that this man is a loyal fan of an overbearing presidential novel.

Is this going to stay up all night?

Would such a man who likes to watch overbearing presidential novels suffer?

However, it seems that it was women who had **** with this man.

Already slept, Yan Song has no sleepiness.

She reached out and scratched his leg next to her.

He seems to have hair on his legs.

The hair is quite long.

Originally just scratching the words, she stretched out her hand again, pulling the hair on his calf.

A little bit, it's quite fun.

Ning Jin: ... it hurts.

Also keep painless and itchy.

He turned to stare at the song.

It happened to coincide with Yan Ge's gaze.

She said, "Your hair is very long, should I shave it for you?"

Ning Jin was expressionless ... He really wanted to kick her out of bed at this moment.

However, just after seeing the **** plot, and seeing her red and bright lips under the dim light, her thoughts turned round and round, and she fell asleep.

Yange didn't know the danger was near, and dragged his calf again, then he retracted his hand: "Does the book look good? I still have a lot of them in my bookcase, you want to see for yourself."

Ning Jin squinted and squinted at her: "A lot more?"

So she uses this kind of book every night to pass the time?

What ’s so interesting about this?

A good husband does not use it, but uses this book to dispel loneliness. What is the difference between her and drinking to quench thirst.

He put down the book and turned to hug her: "What happened in the morning, what do you think?"

As soon as I heard the words, I was frustrated: "After thinking about it for a day, I can't think of a good way."

Ning Jin said, "I have a solution."

Yan Ge's eyes lighted up: "I know you're great, come and listen."

The sound was all dependent, about just waking up, and the soft voice was a little hoarse.

Because of her words, Ning Jin felt as if she could not control herself. Although his heartbeat was speeding up, the expression on her face became colder and colder.

Yan Ge saw his expression, and had originally laid his chin on his thigh, so he kept away silently, then sat cross-legged on the bed, and asked him seriously, "What is it?"

Ning Jin didn't speak. He got up and went to the ground, opened the door and walked outside. Then he took back a contract and gave it to Yange.

The voice was cold, a tone of official business.

Yan Ge nodded and looked up seriously.

Ning Jin turned her head and glanced before entering the bathroom.

My heart was a little embarrassed and I couldn't help thinking: would she agree? Or will he jump up and scold him?

Ning Jin washes in the bathroom for a long time.

When he went out, Yange sat cross-legged on the bed, looking down at the contract with his head down.

As soon as Ning Jin glanced, she seemed to read a page.

It took so long for her to read a page?

Look at it very carefully.

Just don't know what she thinks inside?

He slowly walked over, went to bed kneeling behind her, and rested his head on her shoulders. He had just brushed his teeth, and his fresh breath deliberately fell on her cheek, and asked her, "Did you watch it? "