"Jin Qingyan ..."

"Ok……"

"You are strong ..."

He didn't say the latter word, but he stopped it. How did he stop it? Yes, he bit her again ...

It's just this part ...

"Ah!" An Xiaomen exclaimed.

"Few more things I don't like to hear, don't get out of bed today."

She looked at the ceiling slightly, thinking that she had been attacked by the night for two more nights, and she had the idea of ​​breaking the jar.

"You be gentle."

Jin Qingyan really couldn't be gentle. He looked up and smiled, "Really sensitive ..."

An Xiaolim flushed, "It's not because of you ..."

"I haven't finished talking yet, I like it."

"roll!"

He stopped teasing her and took the only **** out of her legs.

Imprisoning her thin waist, she went up the pole and entered her body when she was awake.

A fine groan overflowed from her throat, and An Xiaomen squinted at him with his eyes narrowed, legs resting on his shoulders, accompanied by a fierce collision, and his body shaking violently.

"Ok……"

"Be good, call out." He watched her yell, and seduce.

"No……"

Jin Qingyan gave her a bad impression, "Call out, I like to listen."

She closed her eyes, the shelf she was holding was completely crushed, and he / she hugged under him.

I really don't know where he came from so good energy, front, back, side, hug, almost three hundred and sixty degrees came, and she was about to hang out of her tired breathless breath.

"I don't wear it."

She sat up leaning on her waist and said weakly, "I know, I won't get pregnant anyway, what's the difference between wearing it?"

He froze, and then joked, "I've always been doing my part. Why do you feel like you've been squeezed out?"

An Xiaomen slowly slowed down, "I'm going to take a bath."

"Together we will."

There was another twist, and he was hugged into the bathroom.

When taking a shower, An Xiaomen sat on a stool and rushed into the shower. Her feet really didn't hurt, so she had to take medicine again.

Hearing the man next to him happily taking a bath and humming the song, she did not hold back and twisted him, "What fun?"

"His ..." He grinned. "Can I be unhappy? The last two times I just secretly didn't dare to touch you. It's different now, Xiao Lemon, let's discuss something?"

"What is it?"

"Since we are all like this, let's remarry?"

"impossible."

"Then let us be a harmonious and happy X companion. Anyway, as long as you, you can only want me anyway, and we will reach a consensus, how?"

He thought she should screw him if he didn't slap him. Who knows, An Xiaomen didn't answer, slowly got up and screwed the faucet, took the towel he handed and wiped him. Take her out.

She was still silent when she was getting dressed.

Seeing her strange, Jin Qingyan tilted her head and said, "What's wrong?"

"Talk." She looked squarely at him. "You are always like a piece of honey covered with drugs. You can only taste it from a distance. Can't you let it go?"

"Okay, I won't mention it later, let's just let it go." He kissed her on the cheek. "I listen to you."

Jin Qingyan's heart calmed down, whether it was Tuoba Gucheng, her brother who was related to her blood, or Jiyu, a major, not his opponent at all.

——

It took three days from Lingci Ye to receive a wedding invitation from Song Yan to attend the wedding.

Jin Qingyue was especially brightly dressed, and accompanied him to participate.

Song Yan married the owner of the brokerage company without warning, and came too suddenly. Her fans clamored for Song Yan to insert a flower in the cow dung.

After all, her and Ling Ciye's love history was long gone by the forum news.

Is Ling Ciye's net worth comparable to Song Yan's brokerage company boss?

The net worth is inferior, and the face value is out of reach, which has become a place criticized by netizens.

This is no wonder, but some people think that Song Yan is disappointed with the handsome guy, and finds a man who is not so handsome and lives.

No matter what everyone says, the wedding is still going on.

Song Yan is a front-line actress. Although the wedding favors a low-key, it is impossible to achieve a truly low-key.

Simply, some media were invited to participate.

The wedding reception was held in the hotel and the wedding was held in the church.

In the dressing room, Song Yan sat there in a white wedding dress, and the agent Huahua quietly said, "Xiao Yan, the guests are here."

"Is he here?"

Huahua knew who she was referring to. "Here comes, and he brings his wife."

Song Yan felt sad and sad. As a bride, she was not happy, but rather gloomy.

Assistant Xiaoru comforted, "Today is a wedding day. Be happy."

"Yes, do you want Lingci Ye to see your unhappy marriage and smile to them?"

Song Yan didn't know how to say, "You go out first, I want to be alone."

Huahua and Xiaoru looked at each other and went out together.

Only Song Yan was left in the room, looking at himself in the mirror, and his heart was upset.

Today is her day of great joy, the day when she decides to get married, and the most beautiful day for her.

It should have been a day of laughter and a day of happiness.

She didn't want to laugh at all and didn't feel happy at all.

It's all come to this point, there is no retreat.

When Kyrgyzstan arrived, Song Yan took his father's arm and stepped into the sacred church together.

The other half of the same white dress was waiting for her at the other end.

Along with the play of the wedding march, her eyes fell on the guests' seats, and her calm face finally forced herself to smile, and using excessive force, it set off the unnatural facial smile.

Song Yan held the flower's hand slightly, step by step towards the pastor.

"Mr. Chen Liang, are you willing to marry Miss Song Yan as a wife, to live with her according to Bible teachings, to be one with God before God, to love her, comfort her, respect her, and protect her as you love yourself . Whether she is sick or healthy, rich or poor, stay true to her until she leaves the world? "

Chen Liang held his general's belly up and smiled on his chubby face: "I do!"

The pastor continued to look at Song Yan. "Excuse me, Miss Song Yan, would you like to marry Mr. Chen Liang as your wife, live with him according to the Bible's teachings, and be united with him before God, love him, comfort him, respect him Protect him as you love yourself. Whether he is sick or healthy, rich or poor, stay true to him until he leaves the world? "

Song Yan hesitated for a moment and replied, "I do."

"Please exchange wedding rings."