Meng Feng's arrogant appearance simply made Situ Qinglang unbearable, he pulled his sweetheart and dragged her stumbling.

Then he pushed Meng Feng's shoulder away and reminded in a cold voice: "We don't need you to interfere in the affairs between our husband and wife. ”

"I love dogs and rats. Meng Feng shrugged his shoulders, completely ignoring Situ Qinglang's warning.

Situ Qinglang tugged on Sweetheart's arm vigorously, and she staggered up the stairs after him.

It's over, it's over, the little drum in the sweetheart's heart keeps knocking, she knows that she has made a big mistake this time, and she has exposed everything.

But what else could she do? She couldn't just watch Qing Lang and Meng Feng get together, right? Since Meng Feng was also a high-ranking officer in the army, wouldn't it ruin Qing Lang's reputation if it was spread out?

Situ Qinglang dragged his sweetheart up to the second floor with a blushing face, pushed the door directly in, and took her inside.

Sweetheart stumbled under her feet, almost fell and gnawed on the mud, rushed forward several steps before barely stabilizing her body, and the whole person was lying on the soft big bed.

Situ Qinglang was a little unbearable to see this scene, after all, sweetheart was his favorite, and he didn't want to lose his temper with her.

But this time the sweetheart is really looking for death, looking at her actions just now, it is obvious that she and Meng Feng have already intersected, not only that, but she also seems to have concealed the relationship between Meng Feng and Qingfeng!

This, what a mess of this miasma!

Thinking of Qingfeng and Meng Feng's stinky boy having inexplicable filthy feelings, Situ Qinglang couldn't wait to blow up the house!

Sweetheart's little brain melon spun rapidly, feeling both sorry and unforgivable, so when she was lying on the edge of the bed, she suddenly climbed onto the bed two or three times and stood up.

In an instant, she was much taller than Situ Qinglang, Qinglang had to raise his head to look at her, he said angrily: "What are you doing?

"I don't!" the sweetheart "chicked" and knelt on the bed in a standard position, with her head flat on the mattress, and made a Japanese-style 90° salute.

Situ Qinglang was startled by her kneeling at first, but she couldn't laugh or cry at first, she was wearing a pink sweater, how did she look like holding salmon sushi on the bed in this posture.

"......" His expression was a little untense, but he still had to show anger, so the corners of his mouth twitched unnaturally.

"Get up, don't kneel. ”

"I don't! I know I'm wrong!" Sweetheart looked up at him with teary eyes, and Situ Qinglang held his forehead - what a hellish expression was this.

"What's wrong with you?"

Sweetheart re-posed the shape of holding sushi and prostrate and said, "I shouldn't hide it, I know Meng Feng!"

Sure enough, although Situ Qinglang was angry in his heart, he couldn't blame it at the moment, he said impatiently: "Get up, tell me clearly." ”

"If you don't forgive me, I'll keep on getting down on my knees, Smectavsky!"

Situ Qinglang is really going crazy, what the hell is this little girl talking nonsense on this kind of strict occasion!! Damn, he thinks he wants to laugh!

So he had to turn his head and pretend to be calm and said, "Then you kneel, I'll go take a bath." ”

"Good. Sweetheart breathed a sigh of relief in her heart - she didn't spank herself in the ass!

Situ Qinglang really went to take a bath, so Sweetheart knelt on the bed honestly and kept his original posture.

The water was suffocating in the bathroom, and Qing Lang stood under the head of the lotus shower, and suddenly thought to himself as if he was self-reflecting-why did the sweetheart hide it from him every time there was something at home, could it be that there was a problem in his communication with her? .