Seems long expected.

"She knows it all." Xuxu leaned back slowly, lay down halfway, and looked at the VCR in her hand again, looking depressed.

Yan Rusheng sat down beside her and reached out to touch her face. "It turns out that she is stronger than you think."

Xu Xu sighed, "Yeah, because of Qiao Chen, she has to be strong."

She still looked down, looking at the VCR in her hand, her eyes reddened.

In her eyes, although Su Shi is still simple, she has grown up and understood a lot.

She had a stubble in her throat for a while, and she raised the VCR in her hand and looked up at Yan Rusheng. "Asheng, this ... Qiao Chen is here, I hesitate to give it to me."

Yan Rusheng stretched out his hand and gently pushed the lifelike hand back, "Just put it here."

Xu Xu lips closed, his lips slightly raised, "I think so."

Many times they thought of going together, but she always had to get his affirmation before reassuring.

Without knowing it, it has become a habit.

Xuxu lifted the quilt out of bed and put the VCR back in place. In the drawer of the large closet, she looked down for a while before reaching out to slowly close the drawer, lock it, and pull out the key.

"Ah." He sighed deeply in sorrow.

Turn around.

A pair of hands suddenly stretched out from behind, ringing her waist.

Suddenly, she was frightened. She turned her head to blame and glared at her words. "You guy, you haven't heard any footsteps. It scared me."

Then she looked down at his feet, bare feet.

Then look at his face, under the warm yellow light, there is a scarlet color, which is the effect of alcohol catalysis.

In the black eyes with smiles, the waves are radiant, and the lips are rosy in color, picking a radian that looks like a smile, with both hands on her lower abdomen, digging into her pendulum with her thumb around her Navel eyes circled.

Facing the vivid eyes, Yan Yan bowed her head, and gently rubbed her lips with her lips. Her voice was naturally deep and hoarse. "If you have a voice, you will find it."

With a scent of wine lingering in her ears, like feathers, twitching her sensitive nerves, she flinched her neck and shouted: "Asheng, don't be troubled, so tired, go to sleep."

"Drink too much wine and can't sleep directly." Yan Rusheng embraced the vivid body with both hands and turned her to face him.

Then he lowered his forehead against her forehead, extended his tongue, licked her eyelashes, and clicked.

Wash your face like a kitten.

The strong smell of wine drank into her nose, she couldn't drink, and hated being with people who were full of wine in public.

But if that person is the man in front of her, then it is another matter, not only will she be disgusted, but she will be drunk ... she will be drunk.

Her hands couldn't help but reach out, hugging his strong and strong waist, pouting and blame, "Who lets you drink, drink so much wine, the car is full of wine, and the children are smoked."

When it comes to drinking, Yanru was born with fire, "I don't even blame Jiang Zhuoheng's kid."

He pulled the tie around his neck and stared at him vividly, at her tantalizing red lips.

The whole body's blood boiled all at once, the hand holding the tie was pulled hard, and the tie was pulled off, then he bowed his head and kissed the lifelike lips arrogantly.

He slowly pushed her against the large closet, clenching her slender waist with both hands.