Chapter 22: Hidden Marriage!

Jun Yiqing's face was cold, there was no trace of waves in his eyes, it was still as black as an abyss, and he reminded lightly: "Before entering the door, what I said was not clear enough?"

Shen Dunian sat opposite him, tugging at the hem of her clothes with both hands, pulling it too tightly, faintly revealing her delicate shoulders, straight and small, as if she could be pinched with a slight pinch. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. biquge。 info

Hearing the veto, Shen Dunian knew that there was no room for negotiation with Jun Yiqing, so he simply loosened his fingers, lay back dejectedly, cocked Erlang's legs, and said lazily: "Okay, I agree to your conditions, but I also have conditions." ”

A hint of cunning flashed in Jun Yiqing's sharp eyes: "Say." ”

Shen Wannian raised his chin, and his delicate eyebrows were gently raised: "One, hidden marriage, two, can't interfere with my career, three, can't interfere with my freedom, and fourth, you have to protect my friends for me." ”

Jun Yiqing put down the documents in his hand and got up.

Shen Dunian straightened up vigilantly, stood up from the sofa, and before she could shift her position, someone sat down next to her, reached out and pulled Shen Dunian to his lap.

His leg muscles are strong, as if they contain a powerful explosive force, and you can still feel it through the bathrobe, so hot that it will set people on fire.

One of his arms wrapped around her waist, the other played with her black hair, and the soft strands of hair were wrapped around his slender fingertips, densely packed, like a continuous love thread: "Hidden marriage?"

Of course, if there is even a little hope, Shen Dunian will not give up!

Although she knows what kind of existence military marriage is, for Jun Yiqing, she is just a fresh plaything now, even if she no longer has self-knowledge, she is also very clear that Jun Yiqing's marriage is not something that anyone can intervene in.

At the beginning, he and Bai Shuliang had a marriage contract, but Shen Dunian made a cross-fork, causing them to finish the calf, and now Jun Yiqing has a whim, maybe he just doesn't want to marry Bai Shuliang and wants to use her to block the knife.

If he kicks her in the future, he can still marry two, three, and four, what will she do?

"Well, hidden marriage. Shen Dunian didn't look at him, his eyes flickering in the hall like a ghost.

Don't refuse, big brother, let's leave a way back for each other!

"Huh. Jun Yiqing suddenly stretched out her hand, pinched her chin violently, turned her face, and got closer.

Barely away, his burning breath sprayed unscrupulously on her face, his gaze strong and awe-inspiring.

Shen Dunian gritted his teeth and swallowed his saliva, but he didn't leak his timidity.

"Good. In the end, he said that he wanted to see what else Shen Dunian could toss, this cunning little fox.

"Wise!" Shen Dunian saw the decisiveness of his promise, and his heart hung up, and he fell back to his original position with a bang, and his body softened in an instant, and he went to pull his hand: "Then, you are busy, and the little one will retire first." ”

Jun Yiqing let go of her chin, Shen Dunian bounced up from him at the speed of light, took two steps, and asked, "Where do I sleep?"

"Whatever. Jun Yiqing said in a deep voice.

Shen Dunian tidied up her slightly messy shirt, went upstairs gracefully, and with her keen intuition, she finally locked the room where Jun Yiqing was resting.

After that, she chose a bedroom far away from him, and the farther away from him, the more secure she became.

Door, locked, one floor, two floors.

Shen Wannian frowned and looked at the white mattress in front of him, and finally grabbed a blue blanket from the cabinet, spread it on the bed, jumped on it, stretched his legs and fell asleep.

She was really tired, and she forgot how long it had been since she had slept so comfortably, and she slept until noon.

The soft sunlight seeped through the heavy curtains and shone on Shen Wannian's body, warmly, she turned over, and saw a figure standing in front of her in a daze.