The palm of his hand supported the tabletop, and his middle finger tapped on the tabletop, disapprovingly, and his unruly eyes seemed to say, what does it matter to me.

As soon as the text message rang, Feng Xuanyu took out his mobile phone with one hand, saw the content on it, and smiled slightly.

"Hold your temper, don't make grandpa angry, come back early in the evening, I made a little snack for you to taste." ”

Slender fingers tapping on the screen.

"Don't mess with it, the old man has a wide tube and a bright brain, not a paper tiger. ”

The old man saw that Feng Xuanyu was silent, looking insignificant, his beard skimmed, and he shook his head helplessly.

They have to carry guns and sticks when they talk about anything, and they will live with themselves.

"Absent-minded, I still have my daughter-in-law hanging when I go out. There was some displeasure in the old man's tone, but he leaned his neck vigorously and stared at the mobile phone he held in his hand.

Feng Xuanyu smiled calmly and replied to a text message before putting the phone in his pocket.

The whole process was tightly guarded, and the old man didn't see half a word.

"It doesn't matter where your great-grandson came from. Feng Xuanyu raised his eyes, stared at Feng Yihan, and greeted him very reasonably: "The second brother is busy with work, and the child's affairs are not planned or just mentioned on the agenda." ”

In fact, this problem is more urgent than anyone else, knowing that the old man hurts the child very much.

It was the first day of the wedding, but a month passed.

An Yuxi's stomach was like a blown ball, but Mo Ziyan's stomach didn't move at all.

For this matter, Song Hui didn't think much about it.

Every time he came here, he would say that the days were still short, and he would use his busy work as an excuse to try to clean his ears.

But after settling Song Hui, when she returned to the room, Mo Ziyan chattered endlessly, and she could always pull things to the day of the wedding, and Song Hui was dissatisfied with her.

"Don't worry, we still want to be idle for two more years. Feng Yihan laughed dryly.

"Then work hard for two more years. Feng Xuanyu smiled, but the disdain on the tip of his nose was clearly captured by Feng Yihan.

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After getting off work, Feng Yihan sat in the car, the car was parked at the door of his house, and when he looked at it, he felt a burst of stuffiness explode in his chest.

Every time, after a tiring day, when I go back, I either have cold eyes or quarrels, and my head is very big.

The window of the car was rolled down, the cigarette butt on the ground, the cigarette in his hand did not burn out, and a thin cigarette came out of his mouth, hitting the half-rolled glass.

His eyebrows were tightly locked, his face was cold, and his eyes were staring at the house in front of him like an awl.

The next second, he snuffed off his cigarette butt, rolled up the window, stepped on the brakes, and the Land Rover sped out like an arrow.

The ghost made the car drive to the bottom of Xingyue Tower, get out of the car, go upstairs, and do it in one go.

The lights in the apartment were on and there were a few knocks on the door.

The door opened.

An Yiqian was wearing a pale pink plain cloth home clothes, wide loungeclothes covered her graceful figure, and her plain face was clean and elegant, which was a rare elegance in his wandering in the mall.

The long hair as black as a waterfall was casually draped over his shoulders, and the rare cold wind in the corridor blew.

Her black eyes were big and round, surprised, unexpected.

His hand twitched the doorhandle, and the corners of his mouth were tilted, staring at his handsome and handsome face.

"Why didn't you come home so late?"

"Inconvenient at home?" Feng Yihan tilted his head sideways and looked into the apartment.

An Yiqian seemed to be afraid that he would change his mind in the next second, went back to find Mo Ziyan, raised her lips, and pulled his arm, "No, I'm alone at home." ”

She added uneasily, "My mother went to play mahjong tonight and won't come back." ”

Seeing her say this, Feng Yihan followed her into the room, took off her coat and sat on the sofa.

After a tiring day, my body was very tired when I got to the sofa, and my temples were protruding.

Close your eyes and take a nap.

An Yiqian got a cup of tea, saw that he looked tired, and pressed his forehead around him.

Her boneless little hands stimulated Feng Yihan's nerves with a sense of comfort.

and the faint fragrance of the lady's perfume on her body.

The exhaustion of the whole body was instantly reduced.

Feng Yihan opened her eyes, her thick and warm palm wrapped her small and delicate little hands, her thin lips opened lightly, and the faint beating emotions in her deep eyes were by no means the irritability and falsehood that Mo Ziyan was.

"When did you learn massage?"

An Yiqian smiled, "I saw that you had a headache last time you came, and a few days ago when I went out with nothing to do, I happened to meet a master, so I asked him for a few hands, but I didn't expect it to work." ”

In the face of the wind and cold's deep eyes and hot emotions, her face turned red like a burning cloud.

Feng Yihan pulled her arm, went around the back with one hand and pressed the back of her head, held his head high, and the smile touched her lip flap.

He kissed softly, softly, and his smooth tongue traced her lip prints, encroaching on her heart little by little.

The depth of affection has changed from the previous softness to domineering.

An Yiqian's body was paralyzed, her eyes were half blind, and her body was half lying on the sofa.

The cheeks are as red as a peach, and they are charming.

Feng Yihan's long tongue went straight in, frantically plundering every beauty in her mouth.

The buttons are unbuttoned, delicate and half-exposed, and the handsome face of the evil charm is even more charming with a faint red tide.

Feng Yihan's eyes became darker and darker, and her heavy breathing hit her plumpness.

Looking at it, the blood in his whole body rushed down like a torrent, and the tense body was covered with her delicate and fair body when he came back to his senses.

An Yiqian raised her head slightly, biting her lower lip and humming uncontrollably.

The hand involuntarily stroked Feng Yihan's slightly prickly jaw, looked at the top of the swarthy head, and worked hard in front of her, the body seemed to be brushed by feathers, the itching was unbearable, and the emptiness was unbearable.

"Ahh Hah...."

Seeing the villain under him, his eyes were full of tears, and Feng Yihan immediately took off his trousers.

But he had just touched the source of warmth, and the urging phone rang endlessly.

At the same time, it also made the two of them sober up a lot.

Feng Yihan propped up the sofa with one hand, it was a private call, who called, he guessed roughly.

Sullen and annoyed, he took out his mobile phone from his clothes, looked at the notes on it, and his eyes were a lot darker.

On the side of his hand, An Yiqian easily saw the lives of the people above.

Writhing a few times, his body was crushed by the wind and cold.

Feng Yihan's long fingers landed between her lips.

An Yiqian nodded in loss and silenced.

When the phone was answered, it was a female voice, but she never remembered that Mo Ziyan's voice was so hoarse.

Losing her previous beauty, the sobbing sound made her voice sound more vicissitudes.

"Yihan, when are you coming back?"

Feng Yihan was annoyed when she heard Mo Ziyan's voice now, and she estimated that she was unhappy with Song Hui because of some trivial matter.

He turned sideways, took the phone differently, his face astringent and gloomy, his icy face against the closed curtains.

He tried his best to control his emotions, "The nullah has just been won, and entertainment is indispensable, so I will be busy until late tonight, and I will sleep in the company." ”

He deliberately didn't ask her what was wrong, but Mo Ziyan didn't want to let go of this opportunity to complain.

opened his mouth and said: "Your mother started talking about the child again at dinner today, I said a few words that I couldn't be in a hurry, and she was angry with me, I didn't marry you all to give her a grandchild, and I can't live in the child This kind of thing, before the fate comes, all the fault is put on my head....."

"Okay, I know, I'll talk to her when I'm done. Feng Yi replied hastily.

Mo Ziyan's displeased voice came from the microphone again, "Every time you say that, I feel that your mother is becoming more and more prejudiced against me." ”

"If you want to always be your mother, your mother, she is not feeling well, you have to endure it more, I am not good at socializing on the phone, wait for me to go back." ”

After speaking, she didn't give Mo Ziyan a chance, and hung up the phone directly.

Feng Yihan couldn't understand the origin of Mo Ziyan's emotions at all.

For Mo Ziyan, children are the most sensitive topic.

I can't have children, but after only a month of marriage, I was forced by my mother-in-law to ask me if there was anything abnormal and whether there were any symptoms of pregnancy.

She was irritable and couldn't make it, sometimes she was driven crazy, she really wanted to talk to Song Hui.

But thinking about this marriage, she hesitated again.

The phone was placed on the table, but Feng Yihan had long been out of interest.

An Yiqian looked at his cold eyes, the corners of her mouth twitched, and she stared at the phone on the table.

smiled and said to Feng Yihan: "Mr. Feng, are you good to drink white or red during the party?"

There was a mischievous hint in his words, and his hand was holding his tie that hung loosely around his neck.

This wind always has a charm, staring at her emotionally slightly wet eyes bent into a crescent-shaped shape, the dark clouds are scattered, and her face is a little sunny.

Caressing her smooth hair, there is a teasing of her hard cherry blossoms.

"Bad..."

An Yiqian's hand was loosened, her limbs were a little paralyzed, and when she saw the scarlet of lust reappearing in Feng Yihan's eyes, she smiled a little, her fingers ran through his black and hard hair, and she sniffed the faint fragrance of cigarettes.

"Aren't you going back tonight?"

"Not going back. Feng Yihan was still busy with the movements in his hands.

"Don't want to go back. ”

An Yiqian is very satisfied with this answer, she can not have a superior status with Feng Yihan, and she can stand by his side without a generous identity, but she has the satisfaction that makes him obsessed and difficult to extricate.

These are all things that Mo Ziyan, whose personality has changed greatly after marriage, can't give.

"Hmm... Isn't it okay if you don't go back to that auntie.... Your wife she.... Aha..."

Before An Yiqian could speak, Feng Yihan bit hard as if punishing, scratching the place where he had bitten lightly with the tip of his tongue.

An Yiqian couldn't stand such a provocation.

Hands grip his hair, tugging at his scalp.

The numbness on the scalp and the feeling of slight pain completely made Feng Yihan's eyes red.

Holding An Yiqian, he rushed into the bedroom inside.

The door slammed shut, and the constant ringing of the phone in the living room.

The ripples and ripples of the room, the dense breath spread in the air, with a shameful fishy sweetness, and the moans that came out from time to time were full and satisfied, and every sound hit Feng Yihan's heart.

I have to say that Feng Yihan is greedy for the taste of being with An Yiqian, especially after comparing with Mo Ziyan.