Chapter 65: The Han family is about to add Ding

Mrs. Han's voice was trembling.

"Yo, sweet little ancestor, what you said sour is right, you are still young, you can't see it."

"However, if we continue to follow this posture, we will soon have little Ding Ding in our family, you guys, there will be younger brothers and sisters soon, and I will soon have little girls to play with."

After Mrs. Han finished speaking, she turned her head again and glanced at the two people who were still motivating "communication" on the stairs.

Mrs. Han was even more happy and dancing.

She took Han Tiantian and Han Sour's hands and walked to the backyard.

"Today, you will sleep at Grandma's place, but don't disturb your younger brothers and sisters."

Han Sour: "......"

What a fool he is!

Han Tiantian was stupid, and asked as if she didn't understand.

"Grandma, is it okay to be a younger brother or sister? Tian Tian wants both. ”

Mrs. Han: "It's all right, it's all right, so you must not disturb your baba and hemp today." Otherwise, the younger siblings would not have come if they were frightened. ”

Han Sour: "......"

**

Stairwells.

The fighting continues to spread.

Ye Lao was stunned by Han Qi's kiss before, his face was flushed, his legs were straight and soft, and his body turned into a pile of soft water.

If it weren't for Han Qi's support, she would have fallen to the ground long ago.

Ye Lone was ashamed and wanted to put down the gums that were forced to open like last time.

But at this time, Han Qi once again deepened the force that controlled Ye Lao's wrist. The hand placed on her waist shifted the position and pinched Ye Lone's full jaw fiercely, not giving her a chance to fight back.

The ferocious encroachment is like swallowing Ye Lone's belt meat......

I don't know how long it took.

Ye Lao felt that the pain nerves in her wrist and jaw had flare-up suddenly.

A red streak appeared in her aching eyes.

She wanted to speak up, but she didn't have that opportunity.

Just when things are out of control.

Han Qi unexpectedly shook Ye Lonely away.

Ye Lonely fell on the floor in the corner of the wall with a sudden bang.

Han Qi took a step back with his long legs, put his hands in his pockets, stared at Ye Lone, who couldn't get up, and said condescendingly and sarcastically.

"Do you really think I'm going to want you? Oh, I'll tell you. ”

"You're not qualified yet, because I think you're dirty!"

When the words fell, Han Qi turned around and walked upstairs without hurrying or slowing.

Still cold and abstinent.

Falling to the ground softly, Ye Lone, who was short of breath, supported his body with both hands, trying to stand up.

However, her strength was as if she had been sucked up by Han Qi, her whole body was soft, and she couldn't use her strength at all.

Ye Lonely's red eyes looked at Han Qi's departing back with hatred.

She used the little strength she had in her body to scold angrily: "Damn, Han Qi, you bastard!" Bastard! ”

Upstairs.

I don't know if Han Qi heard Ye Lone's curse, but all he answered Ye Lone was a slamming of the door.

**

house.

After Han Qi closed the door, he no longer had the silence and indifference when he went up the stairs.

With his arms crossed over his lower abdomen, he took off his shirt and threw it on the ground.

Slightly fair-skinned but not feminine eight-pack abs, the back is full of male breath and hot sweat beads, and the blood-pumping mermaid line extends under the black pants.

Han Qi hurried to the bathroom.

He stood under the shower, his fingers twisted, and the rainstorm of water began to slide from the top of his hair to the thick eyebrows, thin lips, jaw, waist......

He raised his arms and wiped the broken hair hanging down his forehead with both hands casually backwards.

He frowned with thick sword eyebrows, his eyes closed, and muttered to himself.

"Almost, I didn't control it, but it's okay ......"

**

Midnight.

In an empty room, the night surrounds all sides, and at the same time, the people lying on the bed are surrounded by cruel and cold dreams.

"Don't, don't."

Ye Lone, who was lying on the bed, grabbed the futon around him with both hands, and the quilt was twisted and could no longer be seen in its original state.

Ye Lone's sweaty forehead swayed from side to side, and his face with tear stains was extremely pale.

She breathed heavily, as if she would suffocate in the next moment......