Chapter Two Hundred and Four: Grass Autumn

She is an unqualified mother.

A tear slipped from the corner of her eye, fell over the bridge of her nose and dripped onto the pillow, silently hidden!

Jiang Yaojing heard the sound in the back.

But he thought that Song Yunyun would cry when he dreamed of his lost child.

He understood Song Yunyun's feelings.

Because he can relate to it.

She is a mother.

How much more is he not a father?

He hugged the woman in his arms tightly, as if only in this way could he make his heart less uncomfortable.

How he wanted to have another child with her.

The night suddenly became very long.

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Jiang Yaojing had insomnia.

I can't sleep anyway!

In the morning, Song Yunyun woke up and saw ......

In the morning, Song Yunyun woke up and saw the face close at hand, her eyes widened, "Jiang Yaojing ?!!"

Although her tone was surprised, her voice was not loud because she had no strength.

did not wake up Jiang Yaojing.

He didn't fall asleep until the morning, so he was sleeping soundly at this time.

Song Yunyun found that the rope on her body was untied, and she was only wearing underwear......

Song Yunyun, "???"

Did he take it off for himself?

I couldn't help but scold him in my heart, 'Bastard!'

Make her cheap all the time!

Also, what is he doing with himself?!

When you're full, you have nothing to do?!!

Or is it to see that she is a bully?

She really wanted to reach out and strangle him, but because she didn't have the strength, it was definitely not the right time to do it at this time.

While he is defenseless, she must do something good for herself!

She gently lifted the quilt and got up, in order not to alarm Jiang Yaojing, she even breathed very lightly, she stepped on the floor with her bare feet, and there was nothing suitable for covering her body after a round, only Jiang Yaojing's clothes, she picked up Jiang Yaojing's shirt and put it on her body.

Seeing the water and snacks on the table, she almost pounced, she took off the lid of the kettle, held it and poured it directly, drank half a pot to be satisfied, when she put down the kettle, she stared at the snacks on the table for several seconds, and finally didn't hold back, picked up the snacks and stuffed them into her mouth!

Before, she didn't know who caught her, and she didn't dare to eat it for fear of poison.

But after knowing that it was Jiang Yaojing, he was very relieved.

She knew in her heart that Jiang Yaojing's temper was not good, and she was very bad to her, but she would never kill her.

So she was relieved.

I was so hungry that I couldn't control my food, and my stomach hurt as a result.

She clutched her stomach.

"Exhausted?"

A very magnetic voice came from overhead.

When she looked up, she saw the man standing in front of her at some point.

Isn't it him, is she like this?

It's not all his fault!

"Jiang Yaojing, is your heart so vicious, what good will it do you to starve me to death?" she asked.

Obviously, I wanted to scold, but because I didn't have the strength, I didn't have enough momentum.

Jiang Yaojing reached out and pinched her chin.

Song Yunyun's head had to be raised sharply, her neck and chin were almost stretched into a line, she was very uncomfortable in such a posture, and even couldn't breathe, she struggled to squeeze out the words from her throat, "Jiang Yaojing, you let go of me!"

As she spoke, her hand cooperated to push him.

Jiang Yaojing leaned over and grabbed her restless hands.

"Jiang Yaojing, what the hell are you going to do?" she opened her eyes.

Jiang Yaojing's body was pressed low, her lips almost touched hers, and the eyes of the two were also within reach.

Each other's breath lingered on the tip of each other's noses.

"Do you want to marry, with my consent?" his voice was very low, suppressing the slightest sense of powerlessness that was difficult to capture.

Probably only Song Yunyun can influence him like this!

made him helpless and helpless.

Can't beat, can't scold!

Song Yunyun felt that he had a nervous disorder.