Song Zhe has been thinking about when to propose to Maomao. After being together for so long, he appreciates her gentle and forbearing personality more and more. He thinks she can definitely be a good wife.
But, how to speak
Song Zhe is a taciturn man, he has always silently carried all the burdens of his family
Since the aunt was killed by her father's enemy, the elder brother who had already managed the family affairs has been depressed by self-blame. If it weren't for Miss Zhuo, he might have been even more decadent.
His mother loves his father the most, but she never gets the love of her father. Even if Shaoyan's mother fails to have a secret fun, her father never returns to her mother's side.
The neurotic mother becomes irritable and difficult to get along with, and Song Zhe always endures speechlessly
He doesn't want to say sweet words, he still has a family background and wants to explain it to Maomao, and Song Zhe doesn't want to hide anything
Looking at the sweet sleeping Maomao, Song Zhe, who could not fall asleep for a long time, felt the biggest problem in his life
He got up and turned on Maomao's computer
Play poker on the machine
When Song Zhe was about to turn off the computer, an impossible coincidence happened
He did not click on the small fork in the upper right corner, but clicked on the utlk on the side, and unfortunately he clicked twice
Song Zhe has always refused to believe in God's will, but later he had to admit that facts are always a coincidence as if two invisible hands were arranged.
Cow shit! (literal translation in English) Song Zhe patiently waited for it to open it, and was ready to turn it off again
An email attracted him, Maomao, I found that I still love you the most. It's Maomao's ex-boyfriend.
Song Zhe thought so
But his hand couldn't help but clicked it down
Maomao, I found that I love you the most. Come back, with my current manager position, I can definitely let you live a good life. Song Zhe sneered disdainfully, what is your little money
But when his eyes fell below, Maomao's letter could no longer laugh
The index finger is moving quickly, clicking
He picked up the phone silently and called a few brothers. He would check him tomorrow morning, check Maomao, check who she had met when she returned to China last month, check, check everything about her, her friends and colleagues here, check
He sat decadently at the table, why is it me, why is it my girlfriend
He slowly understood his father's crazy revenge and his father's love and hatred for Shaoyan's mother
At noon the next day, Huang Ying, who was sleeping sounded sharp and sudden brakes, didn't know what fear was, turned over and continued to sleep.
The other people in the villa were shocked when they saw Song Zhe who was red-eyed and dragging a woman who kept screaming. If it were Shaoyan, they would be more likely to accept it.
In people's eyes, Song Zhe was calm and kind (please compare with Shaoyan) If he was crazy... his little head was quickly shrank back
The farther you hide, the better, the farther you are
Shaoyan looked coldly as his second brother dragged Maomao into the punishment room, and his future second sister-in-law called for help came from inside. Shaoyan, save me. His eyes were pretty good, and he could recognize me as Shaoyan.
Shaoyan thought without conscience
It seems like a scene from more than ten years ago has been re-started
Women, why don’t you remember
Shaoyan walked to Huang Ying's room and opened the door and entered.
Huang Ying is in the meditation period. She likes to stay in bed and always lie down for a while when she wakes up.
Looking at Shaoyan, Huang Ying couldn't help but think, what new things does this little enemy have
Shaoyan sat speechlessly beside the bed, picked up Huang Ying's slender hands, and played with it
Huang Ying wanted to retract her hand, but she didn't expect Shaoyan to increase her strength.
Don't touch your hands! Knowing that it's useless to struggle, Huang Ying turned her face so angry that she didn't look away
I thought it was a terrible hand, but in fact it was beautiful
More than ordinary people's fingers, white and thin
I always thought that what the ancients said was that if the roots of green onions were just a fantasy of literati. Now it seems that they are even more than that.
No long nails, why is it convenient for surgery
Shaoyan gently held these soft and smooth hands, but his heart flew to the torture room
Have you started to hit it inside?
Shaoyan held it hard and slowly let it go
Shaoyan repeated over and over again, feeling the sense of stability brought by the soft little hands
However, the owner of the hand doesn't think so
Huang Ying was squeezed by her hot big hands, as if the blood in her body was pressed towards her heart. When her hands were loosened, Huang Ying felt that the blood in her body seemed to be sucked away by Shaoyan again.
Huang Ying's heartbeat was controlled by a completely different rhythm, getting faster and faster. Huang Ying felt very uncomfortable, as if Shao Yan's hand was not her hand, but her heart
Her heart danced unrestrained to the rhythm of Shaoyan
Huang Ying was very scared, no, no, I don't want to be controlled by this devil
Silent tears slid down one by one
Ask you a question Shaoyan suddenly asked Huang Ying?
Huang Ying didn't say anything
Ask you a question Huang Ying still didn't say anything
Deaf? The soft-spoken Shaoyan suddenly turned around fiercely and pulled Huang Ying's chin
Oh my God, Shaoyan, who was used to seeing tears, suddenly became in a hurry, Huang Ying closed her eyes tightly, and tears rolled down slowly like slow motion in the movie
Did I hurt you? Shaoyan let go of her chin
The yellow oriole sank heavily into the bed
Looking at Huang Ying with tears on her face, Shaoyan felt heartbroken for no reason
No jaw hurt
Oh, hands, hands are also good, they are a little redder and warmer than before
What's wrong? You... A violent knock on the door suddenly sounded, and the door was pushed open unreasonably
Miss Zhuo saw the two of them huddled in ambiguously on the bed and said awkwardly, "Go downstairs, Miss Huang, come together."
But, how to speak
Song Zhe is a taciturn man, he has always silently carried all the burdens of his family
Since the aunt was killed by her father's enemy, the elder brother who had already managed the family affairs has been depressed by self-blame. If it weren't for Miss Zhuo, he might have been even more decadent.
His mother loves his father the most, but she never gets the love of her father. Even if Shaoyan's mother fails to have a secret fun, her father never returns to her mother's side.
The neurotic mother becomes irritable and difficult to get along with, and Song Zhe always endures speechlessly
He doesn't want to say sweet words, he still has a family background and wants to explain it to Maomao, and Song Zhe doesn't want to hide anything
Looking at the sweet sleeping Maomao, Song Zhe, who could not fall asleep for a long time, felt the biggest problem in his life
He got up and turned on Maomao's computer
Play poker on the machine
When Song Zhe was about to turn off the computer, an impossible coincidence happened
He did not click on the small fork in the upper right corner, but clicked on the utlk on the side, and unfortunately he clicked twice
Song Zhe has always refused to believe in God's will, but later he had to admit that facts are always a coincidence as if two invisible hands were arranged.
Cow shit! (literal translation in English) Song Zhe patiently waited for it to open it, and was ready to turn it off again
An email attracted him, Maomao, I found that I still love you the most. It's Maomao's ex-boyfriend.
Song Zhe thought so
But his hand couldn't help but clicked it down
Maomao, I found that I love you the most. Come back, with my current manager position, I can definitely let you live a good life. Song Zhe sneered disdainfully, what is your little money
But when his eyes fell below, Maomao's letter could no longer laugh
The index finger is moving quickly, clicking
He picked up the phone silently and called a few brothers. He would check him tomorrow morning, check Maomao, check who she had met when she returned to China last month, check, check everything about her, her friends and colleagues here, check
He sat decadently at the table, why is it me, why is it my girlfriend
He slowly understood his father's crazy revenge and his father's love and hatred for Shaoyan's mother
At noon the next day, Huang Ying, who was sleeping sounded sharp and sudden brakes, didn't know what fear was, turned over and continued to sleep.
The other people in the villa were shocked when they saw Song Zhe who was red-eyed and dragging a woman who kept screaming. If it were Shaoyan, they would be more likely to accept it.
In people's eyes, Song Zhe was calm and kind (please compare with Shaoyan) If he was crazy... his little head was quickly shrank back
The farther you hide, the better, the farther you are
Shaoyan looked coldly as his second brother dragged Maomao into the punishment room, and his future second sister-in-law called for help came from inside. Shaoyan, save me. His eyes were pretty good, and he could recognize me as Shaoyan.
Shaoyan thought without conscience
It seems like a scene from more than ten years ago has been re-started
Women, why don’t you remember
Shaoyan walked to Huang Ying's room and opened the door and entered.
Huang Ying is in the meditation period. She likes to stay in bed and always lie down for a while when she wakes up.
Looking at Shaoyan, Huang Ying couldn't help but think, what new things does this little enemy have
Shaoyan sat speechlessly beside the bed, picked up Huang Ying's slender hands, and played with it
Huang Ying wanted to retract her hand, but she didn't expect Shaoyan to increase her strength.
Don't touch your hands! Knowing that it's useless to struggle, Huang Ying turned her face so angry that she didn't look away
I thought it was a terrible hand, but in fact it was beautiful
More than ordinary people's fingers, white and thin
I always thought that what the ancients said was that if the roots of green onions were just a fantasy of literati. Now it seems that they are even more than that.
No long nails, why is it convenient for surgery
Shaoyan gently held these soft and smooth hands, but his heart flew to the torture room
Have you started to hit it inside?
Shaoyan held it hard and slowly let it go
Shaoyan repeated over and over again, feeling the sense of stability brought by the soft little hands
However, the owner of the hand doesn't think so
Huang Ying was squeezed by her hot big hands, as if the blood in her body was pressed towards her heart. When her hands were loosened, Huang Ying felt that the blood in her body seemed to be sucked away by Shaoyan again.
Huang Ying's heartbeat was controlled by a completely different rhythm, getting faster and faster. Huang Ying felt very uncomfortable, as if Shao Yan's hand was not her hand, but her heart
Her heart danced unrestrained to the rhythm of Shaoyan
Huang Ying was very scared, no, no, I don't want to be controlled by this devil
Silent tears slid down one by one
Ask you a question Shaoyan suddenly asked Huang Ying?
Huang Ying didn't say anything
Ask you a question Huang Ying still didn't say anything
Deaf? The soft-spoken Shaoyan suddenly turned around fiercely and pulled Huang Ying's chin
Oh my God, Shaoyan, who was used to seeing tears, suddenly became in a hurry, Huang Ying closed her eyes tightly, and tears rolled down slowly like slow motion in the movie
Did I hurt you? Shaoyan let go of her chin
The yellow oriole sank heavily into the bed
Looking at Huang Ying with tears on her face, Shaoyan felt heartbroken for no reason
No jaw hurt
Oh, hands, hands are also good, they are a little redder and warmer than before
What's wrong? You... A violent knock on the door suddenly sounded, and the door was pushed open unreasonably
Miss Zhuo saw the two of them huddled in ambiguously on the bed and said awkwardly, "Go downstairs, Miss Huang, come together."
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