The second replied: "When are you going to do it!" If you can't, I'll publish it now! ”

Yang Minghui sneered and went back there: "And then?" Do you know who to send it to? Do you know how to expand your reach? Do you know how good the public relations of the Xie Group is? Or do you want to try the means of thanking your family? ”

After waiting for a while, there was no reply from the other side.

Yang Minghui gave the other party a reply: "A month later." ”

"Okay, I'll wait."

Song Shihao came out of the bathroom, Yang Minghui didn't even let her go, and directly carried her to the bed.

She was a little helpless: "I'm already fine, don't be so careful." ”

Yang Minghui didn't hear it: "The doctor said that during this time, you should pay attention to your body and pay attention to various indicators." ”

After Song Shihao came back, he was raised a lot of fat, and the flesh on his face had grown: "You are observing every day, isn't the indicator very good?" It's not even different from ordinary people, don't worry so much. ”

"No," he stopped, looking down at her, "I'm afraid." ”

Song Shi choked and was speechless for a moment.

In her impression, even if he looked at himself lying on the hospital bed, crying silently, he didn't say a word of fear, and now that he was almost better, he said that he was afraid.

Looking at his resolute face, Song Shihao used his hand around his neck to send himself up with some force and kissed him on the lips.

Yang Minghui paused and bowed his head in response to her.

Only a few steps away from the bed, Yang Minghui put her on the bed, held her neck and kissed her.

His kiss was long and long, as if it was about to swallow the air from her mouth into his own mouth.

Song Shihao wrapped his arms around her neck to greet his kiss.

Feeling her response, Yang Minghui slammed off her lips as if he had been pricked by a needle, his eyes full of remorse. She is not in good health now, what is she doing?

He wanted to leave, but was hooked by Song Shihao's neck, and the two snorted together, rubbing the tips of their noses against each other.

"It's good, I'm sorry, I didn't control myself." As he spoke, he pecked her on the lips, "I'm sorry, you slept well." ”

During this time, he did not sleep in the same bed as Song Shihao, and the carpet in the bedroom was very thick, so he made a bunk next to her bed.

He had to guard her, and if it hurt somewhere at night and he wanted to go to the toilet, he would wake up as soon as possible.

Song Shihao didn't let go, and leaned up to kiss him: "I'm fine." ”

Yang Minghui's brain exploded, and when he was discharged from the hospital, the doctor instructed that it was best not to have sex within three months, and even if it was carried out, it must not be excessive. He must remain sane now.

"It's good ......" The next words were kissed by her on the lips.

Her hand stroked his hair, and as she rubbed it, the bathrobe slipped in half, revealing half of the fragrant shoulders and soft roundness.

Yang Minghui's expression darkened, his heart couldn't stop being restless, and his body gradually reacted.

He stepped back slightly, and a small boat swayed in his amber eyes, which was blown by the wind and swayed to overturn. All he had to do now was hold the boat steady.

"It's good, no, you're not well." So saying, he got up.

Song Shihao hung on his shoulder, and as soon as he moved, she followed suit, and the bathrobe slipped away a little.

Yang Minghui was afraid of touching her wounds, so he hurriedly held her waist.

The two faced each other, snorting and intertwined. She has the fragrance of shower gel on her body, which is very seductive.

He stepped forward suddenly, kissed her lips, moved his big palm, and his nightgown fell in response: "If it hurts, tell me, let me stop if it's uncomfortable......"

Song Shihao nodded: "Yes." ”