Chapter 3: President, Your Wife Ran Away Again (3)
[Rush the duck, meow on him! ] The system master waved the small dried fish in his hand, and his fat face flashed with irrepressible excitement.
…… Pig teammates are nothing more than that, Luo Ying looked at the approaching Song Xuran's handsome face, held her breath for a while, she closed her eyes nervously, "Old... Husband, there's surveillance, let's go home and do that again, okay? ”
"Snort..."Song Xuran seemed to be pleased by Luo Ying's shrunken turtle appearance, her long and thick eyelashes trembled with laughter, and she lowered her voice again, and her warm breath sprayed into Luo Ying's ears, "I'll let them stop monitoring now, now, let's continue..."
Luo Ying's face turned red all of a sudden, her crow-like eyelashes trembled slightly, and her hands were pressed against Song Xuran's chest, wanting to stop the man's attack, but her posture was even more ambiguous.
The girl on the sofa was dressed in a red dress, which formed a sharp contrast with Ruyu's skin, and the matching of the waist and bandeau made Luo Ying's exquisite curves fully revealed, Song Xuran looked at the charming and unconscious girl in front of her, and her breath was stagnant, although it was a marriage, he never took Luo Ying to heart, but in the face of such a sweet cherry cake, who has no reason not to taste it, not to mention that this person is still his legal wife.
Song Xuran touched Luo Yingying's waist, and a warm big palm walked up and down inch by inch.
"Husband... My relatives came, and I... Let's go home. Luo Ying was in a hurry and sighed.
"Relatives?" As soon as Song Xuran's voice was mentioned, he immediately reacted to what it was, and a low chuckle came out of his throat, "My wife isn't lying to me, or I'll check it?" As he spoke, he touched the bottom of Luo Ying's skirt.
"I... I didn't lie to you. Luo Ying suddenly shrank to the corner of the sofa and hugged her whole person into a ball.
Song Xuran glanced down at Luo Ying, who was in a ball, it was not at all the same as the arrogant appearance of Bai Zhuozhu just now, her little wife was really cute, after all, Luo Ying was still young, she couldn't be frightened, they would come for a long time.
"My little wife really didn't tease, she stood up on her own, and we went home." Song Xuran touched Luo Ying's head, Luo Ying's eyes secretly opened a slit to observe, stretched out a leg out, and immediately hissed.
"Husband, my foot is broken." Luo Ying looked at the tall and handsome man in front of her with an aggrieved face, with a hint of grievance in her voice, she was so nervous just now that she forgot about her foot, and now her foot hurts.
"Ahh What are you going to do? Luo Ying looked at the man with a wary face, and then retracted into the corner of the sofa, looking at death with a look of death, "I tell you, I'm not that kind of person, don't force me, I'll sue you." ”
"Put it on." Song Xuran took off his coat and threw it to Luo Ying, looking at herself like a quail's wife, and couldn't help but smile on her face.
"It's windy outside, what's in your head?" Song Xuran tapped Luo Ying's head, raised her arm, put on her coat, and meticulously buttoned it.
Luo Ying's height of 168 is not short, but this is the case, Song Xuran's coat still wrapped her ankles, and only her face was exposed all over her body, Song Xuran lowered her body, took off Luo Ying's ten-centimeter-high high heels, held them in her hands, and then hugged Luo Ying.
"Let's go, we're going home." Song Xuran hugged Luo Ying and walked out of the box.