Although Ning Jin's voice is particularly small, but the distance between the two is so close that it is impossible to hear Yange's voice.

She looked up and stared at Ning Jin.

A pair of eyes are black and white, extremely clean, and Ning Jin can even see herself in Yan Ge's eyes.

He didn't know what was happening to him. He felt guilty for a moment, and didn't even dare to meet Yan Ge's eyes. He only avoided his eyes, and in her burning eyes, he had forgotten everything he wanted to say Already.

Yan Ge moved his body and sat in his arms, holding his face with both hands, making him face himself, pecking his lips, and asking softly, "Her husband, what have you done to me today?" ? "

Ning Jin's eyes were squinting right and left, but she didn't match Yan Ge's gaze. The voice of the mosquito was the same: "I, I, I wiped your body and changed my pajamas for you."

Singing and laughing, his voice lingered: "Is that pajamas?"

Ning Jin opened her mouth and was dumb.

No sound could be heard.

But where does the song allow him to shrink his head as a tortoise, she lowered her head and squeezed his cheeks with a hand, pulling hard.

Ning Jin groaned in pain, yelling at the words with a grievance.

Yange was condescending, and he looked at him with a smile: "In the past ten years, what kind of psychology do you have for female corpses every night?"

It's awkward to say good things, and a pervert to say bad things.

Ning Jin narrowed her neck, her lips curled into a line, not even explaining.

Yange continued to drag his cheeks, humming delicately: "Talk, you, don't pretend to be dead!"

Ning Jin's painful tears came out, but her mouth was stubbornly tight.

The song slammed softly, poking at his cheeks: "You have the courage to do it, how can you not have the courage to admit it, you talk about you, you still shed tears, I have been insulted for ten years and I have not been wronged. What is wronged? "

As Ning Jin was told by the words, the dangling water beads slowly flowed out. He slightly raised his head, his thick eyelashes trembled, and his face was red and swollen by the words. It looked as if Yange had choked him.

Yan Ge looked at him like this, and his heart was even more angry: "Why not speak? Squeak!"

Ning Jin: "Squeak."

Words of Song: ...

She laughed angrily and reached out and patted him on the cheek, but immediately she raised her face again: "Ning Jin, what do you think of me in the bottom of your heart? If you want to do this again, I will feel that you didn't take me to heart On the contrary, I slept for ten years anyway, and forgot about my feelings for you, it would be better for us to simply divorce. "

Before she said this, Ning Jin suddenly looked up and bit her lip.

Just bite.

There were no deep kisses or shallow kisses, which bit her lips, preventing her from speaking.

Yange:… I have n’t seen such a twisted man before knocking on her. She has limited patience and can't bear it.

Ning Jin also felt the dangerous breath in Yange. He let go of Yange's mouth, and put his head into Yange's neck. He hugged Yange tightly and said dumbly, "Don't leave."

Yan Ge pushed it a few times without pushing him away, really angry.

How could there be such a man?

The point is, there are.

She also met.

Relieved, Yan Ge naturally determined that he did not mention divorce, and asked, "Yesterday, the woman was the company's favorite artist?"

Ning Jin nodded in her arms.

Yange: "It's so popular that you want to kick off the company?"