If you can't get over the real addiction, it's okay to get over the addiction of the hand and the mouth, Situ Qinglang got his hands up and down, lying on the bed and feeling the hard service of the little wife.

"Oh, my stomach hurts—" Sweetheart was dying of exhaustion, why could he still keep the golden gun?

Situ Qinglang was far less open than yesterday, and knocked on her head: "Don't lie to people, just now you said in the car that you are in good health, how can you have a stomachache when you are so healthy, go on." ”

Sweetheart had no choice but to accept her fate and work, fully understanding what it means to die if you don't die.

After a while, she wiped her face and passed out beside Qinglang, rubbing her sore hands and complaining, "Can you hurry up next time." ”

"Next time you are more professional, maybe you will suffer less. ”

Sweetheart angrily bit down on his neck and bit a round tooth mark.

Situ Qinglang lay down and let her gnaw, took advantage of the situation to encircle her in his arms with one hand, and said sweetly: "You see I have tiger teeth!

"The one that looks good is called tiger teeth, and the one that grows in your mouth is called fangs. ”

"You say I'm not good-looking?" Sweetheart puffed out her bun face.

Situ Qinglang looked at her carefully for a while, and reluctantly said, "You look okay at best." ”

"You're good-looking!" Sweetheart arched back and forth in his arms, biting him until he was covered in tooth marks.

It was still early, Situ Qinglang was not in a hurry to sleep, so he simply became Sweetheart's teething stick, and Sweetheart finally got tired, so he honestly lay beside him and began to chat with him.

"You went to Qingfeng today, what did he tell you?"

Situ Qinglang thought for a while and said mysteriously: "He told me a secret. ”

"What's the secret?" Sweetheart was really tricked, and asked curiously next to him.

"I told you that it's a secret, can you still call it a secret if you say it?" Situ Qinglang smiled, "This is a secret between brothers, and it has nothing to do with you, a yellow-haired girl." ”

"You sue me. Sweetheart poked his chest muscles, "I don't have any secrets with you, you have to be honest with me." ”

"Honestly, you see we haven't even taken off our clothes, where is this honest?" Situ Qinglang took advantage of it, and he still didn't spare her.

On the one hand, she wanted to know if Qingfeng's secret was the same as what she guessed, and on the other hand, she felt that if it was really the same as what she thought, Qinglang would not be so calm.

"Hurry up and sue me. She took the initiative to get up and kiss flatteringly, "We will be honest in the future, there can be no secrets between husband and wife." ”

"Why are you so curious about his business?" Situ Qinglang wondered.

"Because I think Qingfeng is very good, this is his second ** care for him. "Sweetheart has a good reason!

Situ Qinglang couldn't cry or laugh, so he had to say: "Okay, in fact, there is no big secret, that is, he fell in love, but he didn't tell me who I was." ”

"He's in love?" Sweetheart asked, surprised, tilting her head in disbelief.

"yes, isn't it normal to fall in love? ”

"No, no, I mean, are you sure you're in a relationship, not a crush, not someone he likes?"

Situ Qinglang recalled what Qingfeng said: "He said that he has someone he likes, but he can't take it home, and if the time is right in the future, he will bring it back." ”

Sweetheart nodded silently, Situ Qinglang felt that she was a little strange, so he asked, "What's the matter?"

"Nothing......" Sweetheart shook her head. Situ Qinglang still felt uneasy, and asked, "Didn't you tell me that you thought Qingfeng was a little strange?

Sweetheart thought for a moment and said, "Wait a minute, I'll show you something." ”

She ran out of bed with a red fruit, and after a while, she brought a long paper tube and unfolded it for Situ Qinglang to see.

"This is—" Situ Qinglang's breath stagnated, and the feeling of suddenly seeing himself in the painting made him embarrassed and surprised.

"This is you painted by the breeze. Sweetheart explained, "This is the wedding gift he gave us, a lot like you, right?"

Situ Qinglang nodded: "The painting is very good." ”

After the sweetheart was shown, but he didn't know how to say it, he put away the painting after a while, and said softly: "You have a deep influence on him, and you also have a deep influence on Qingqing." ”

"I see. Situ Qinglang beckoned her back to lie on the bed, and asked suspiciously, "What do you want to say?"

"Forget it, I think maybe I'm thinking too much. Sweetheart smiled, "It's okay, maybe Qingfeng will bring his girlfriend home at some point." ”

Situ Qinglang is a down-and-out honest man, and Sweetheart guesses that he will definitely not be able to accept that there is still ...... in this world Homosexuality.

She has always felt that Qingfeng is a homosexual, and it should be his attachment to Qinglang that makes him more and more immersed in this same-sex love, but he shouldn't really like Qinglang, but he is influenced too much.

But it's impossible for the people of the Situ family to agree, right?

and Qingqing, she was so angry about Hua Chengyuan's matter this time, was it also because of her rebellion?

Sweetheart suddenly felt a little funny, but she didn't expect to be a second **, and her mind was full of feelings about these "juniors" in the family.

Squirming, another little thing crawled in the middle of the night and swept the root of Situ Qinglang's thigh.

"You...... What are you doing?" asked Situ Qinglang in a hoarse voice.

"I didn't do anything. Sweetheart looked innocent.

Situ Qinglang frowned, took out a squirrel from the quilt, was furious, and threw it out of the door.

"......" Sweetheart was speechless, "You, you, you said you were going to raise it as a child." ”

"How can my child climb into his parents' bed? This is a difficult task entrusted to you, and you will educate them well, and the parents' rooms must not be intruded. ”

Sweetheart stuck out her tongue and responded, leaning on Situ Qinglang's arms, and said some things in school without a margin, Situ Qinglang listened, listening to her say everything from the school to the counselor, from the counselor to the child, from the child to the child: "Qinglang, when will we have another child?"

"Half a year later. Situ Qinglang was about to fall asleep listening to his sweetheart's lullaby, and replied in a daze.

"Huh, why did you have to wait so long?" Sweetheart didn't understand, didn't Dad obviously want them to have a child sooner?

"Because you have to recover slowly, otherwise it is easy to have a natural miscarriage. Situ Qinglang turned over and pressed her under him vaguely, "Sleep baby, I'm sleepy." ”

"Okay then......" The sweetheart was still unsatisfied, but the clear audience didn't plan to cooperate anymore, so she had to say silly, "Good night, I love you." ”

"I love you too. Situ Qinglang kissed her and closed his eyes.

Sweetheart was pondering what she should do to hypnotize herself, when suddenly, her phone screamed — someone was calling.

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