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When Shen Jiu woke up, he felt that he had a headache, and he was uncomfortable anywhere.

She rolled over and tried to hug the quilt, but she picked up something hot.

She woke up suddenly, opened her eyes suddenly, was stunned for a moment, stared at the beautiful and delicate face for a long time, reached out and pinched it, then closed her eyes, leaned over with a mutter, and continued to rest for a while.

Shen Jiu only squinted for a few minutes before he suddenly woke up.

She opened her eyes wide, sat up, and stared at Song Qing'an in front of her.

She relented for a moment yesterday and let Song Qingan into the house, and then this person pestered and made trouble, forcing her to agree to him staying overnight, and then brazenly lying in her room, and finally sticking to her body again, pestering her to help him solve his physiological impulses.

In the middle of the night, a lonely man and a widow, he pestered to enter the house was actually a disguised invitation, only to blame her for drinking yesterday, and did not immediately understand the ultimate purpose of this person, so that he could succeed step by step.

Song Qing'an had been woken up by her, but he was still a little confused, rubbing his eyes, yawning, and whispering to her: "Why did Ah Jiu get up so early?" ”

He stretched out his hand and motioned for Shen Jiu to pull himself.

Shen Jiu didn't move, glared at him, and gritted his teeth: "Song Qing'an, you are too inch-inch." ”

She said suddenly, and Song Qingan blinked a little ignorantly: "Huh? ”

He tilted his head in confusion.

Shen Jiu glared at him and pulled the neckline of his clothes down, revealing the marks on his collarbone.

Song Qingan winked at her, then reached out to pull up her clothes for her, and said in a well-behaved tone: "No." ”

He showed a well-behaved smile at Shen Jiu: "Xiao An didn't get an inch. ”

He raised his hand to take Shen Jiu back into his arms, resting his chin on her shoulder, and he muttered in a low voice, "Can you still get out of bed......"

Shen Jiu glared at him: "What do you really want to happen?" ”

Song Qingan rubbed her cheek and said shamelessly, "I want to." ”

Shen Jiu pushed him.

Song Qingan was pushed by her to the head of the bed, and he was not angry, but still looked at her with a smile: "Ah Jiu." ”

He beckoned to her, looked at Shen Jiu leaning over, reached out to hold Shen Jiu's hand, and bowed his head slightly: "Do you want to go and see your parents." ”

Shen Jiu paused slightly, and just as he wanted to refuse, Song Qingan tilted his head and lowered his eyebrows slightly.

His voice carried a slight helplessness: "Mom has been talking about you for a long time, saying that you have no conscience, you have been gone for so long, and you don't know how to talk on the phone." ”

As soon as he said this, Shen Jiu was not easy to refuse, she was silent for a while, lowered her eyebrows and agreed, "Okay." ”

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Shen Jiu went to the shopping mall to buy some gifts, and then carried them into the house with Song Qingan.

Mrs. Song was watching TV in the living room, and when she saw Song Qing'an coming back, she was about to speak with a smile, and suddenly saw Shen Jiu who was following Song Qing'an.

She paused slightly, and Song Qingan had already spoken: "Mom, didn't you still think about Ah Jiu two days ago?" ”

Mrs. Song was stunned for a moment, then glanced at Shen Jiu, glanced at Song Qing'an with a smile, stood up, came over to take Shen Jiu's hand, and said with a smile: "Yes, I've been talking about it for a long time." ”

She pulled Shen Jiu to sit down, and took what she was carrying: "I also brought so many gifts, where can I use them." She looked up at Song Qing'an again: "Your father said that he was looking for you for something, you go up to him." ”

This is clearly the meaning of branching.

Song Qingan answered and went upstairs to find Mr. Song.

When Mrs. Song saw Song Qing'an leaving, she raised her hand and landed on Shen Jiu's neck, nodded lightly, and sighed for a while: "Xiao An has that temperament." She withdrew her hand and said in a low voice, "You have to continue to tolerate it." ”

Shen Jiu still had kiss marks on his neck.

She looked at Shen Jiu with a smile again: "I have long seen that something is wrong with the two of you, when you left seven years ago, I was still thinking about why Xiao An didn't make trouble, it turned out that it was this idea." ”

If Shen Jiu had been adopted under the name of Mr. Song and Mrs. Song, Song Qingan would not have been able to marry her.

Mrs. Song leaned forward slightly: "What are you planning to do to move your household registration back to my Song family?" ”