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Hua Rong sent Feng Lao back, walked alone and hummed a little song back to the bedroom.

She turned on the air conditioner and took off her coat to take a break at noon.

"What's the matter?"

Hearing the sound of the door opening, Hua Rong didn't look back, stood on the edge of the bed and took off her sweater, intending to change into comfortable pajamas and sleep.

Feng Jin walked over: "Rongrong, I didn't call grandpa." ”

Hearing this, Hua Rong sneered: "I know." ”

Feng Jin stepped forward and hugged her from behind, "You go back to Liangcheng and remarry me." ”

Hua Rong rolled her eyes: "Think beautifully." ”

She stabbed him with her elbow: "Let go." ”

"Rongrong, you smell so good." He sniffed her neck like a puppy behind her.

"Chanel Coco, you can buy ten bottles and spray them yourself."

Feng Jin laughed a few times in a low voice behind her: "I don't want it." I love you. ”

He was so glued that the body temperature on his body was soaked, and the warm snort sprayed on her neck, making her feel itchy, and the small patch of skin on her body was sensitively goosebumps.

"I'm going to sleep."

"I'll sleep with you."

"You go with Grandpa."

"Don't." He hugged her tightly, "I'll sleep with you." ”

"Feng Jin, don't you think you're a thick-skinned person?"

"Is there one?"

He still spoke in a very innocent tone, sounding infuriating, and lowered his head behind her and gently bit the tender flesh on the side of her neck, Hua Rong couldn't stand him, "Can you not always move your hands and feet?" “

"Rongrong, you are so fragrant ......"

Hua Rong was bitten by him and turned her head to look at him, the man's eyes were bright, and there was a vague affection in her eyes.

[In the past few decades, he will come up on his own. In the future, you don't need to run after him alone, you just wait for him in the same place. 】

In the future, can you really just stand there and wait for him and watch him come up?

Instead, meet another Liu Sisi and let her continue to wait for three or five years?

The mood of suffering from gains and losses made Hua Rong feel that she had become weak.

She didn't like the way she was now.

It's like an ordinary woman trapped in love, not cool at all.

"I don't want to see you." She threw a tantrum and said, "You get out." ”

Feng Jin studied her expression, then squinted, lowered her head and took her lips.

Hua Rong was so angry that he bit him hard: "Don't always use this trick for me!" ”

The man looked at her with that innocent expression again, "But...... You just looked like you wanted me to kiss you. ”

Hua Rong's face blushed for a moment, then she reacted and kicked him in annoyance.

Feng Jin has never been in love in his life, he only has intuition, when to hold hands, when to kiss, he doesn't know, but he has instincts, although his poor instinct, to deal with the flowers, always seems to be a little more than enough and not enough.

"I'm going to sleep." She puffed out her face.

"I'll be with you."

Hua Rong lifted the quilt and watched the man get into bed faster than her, she carefully sat on the edge of the bed, and was scooped up by the man and pressed under her.

"Feng ......!" Before the words were fully spoken, they were swallowed up by the other party's passionate kiss.

The temperature in the quilt gradually rose, the buttons of her shirt were unbuttoned, and the man's coarse-grained hot hands attached to her soft chest, kneading her roughly.