Well, it's not bad, Song Xuran glanced at Liang Xuan who had finished taking a bath, and she was also a pure little beauty, but compared to Luo Ying, she still didn't know what was missing.

"Come here." Song Xuran beckoned to Liang Xuan, and Liang Xuan slowly pulled down the shoulder straps of her pajamas... Paced.

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When Song Xuran returned home, it was already late at night, and his coat came in with the night breeze, he washed it briefly, changed into pajamas, and entered the guest room.

Luo Ying, who was pressed by a slightly air-conditioned body, muttered in her dream for a while, and quickly calmed down.

Song Xuran hugged Luo Ying's warm body tightly, and sighed helplessly, his desire/desire that had just cooled down had a tendency to rise again.

He closed his eyes, forcibly suppressed them, and fell asleep.

When Luo Ying woke up, she found herself lying in a warm embrace, her arms pressing against the other party's chest, and her legs also pressing on the other party's legs.

As soon as I opened my eyes, I saw a magnified, handsome face. Song Xuran's eyelashes are long and slightly curled, the bridge of his nose is high, and his thin lips are pursed, looking like an ascetic prince.

She quietly lifted her leg down, her hand retracted, and tucked the corners of the quilt. He clenched the corners of the quilt with both hands and began to admire the beautiful man's face.

Song Xuran had faint dark circles under his eyes, his skin was very white, and his eyelashes were especially long.

She leaned over her face, pursed her mouth, and blew on Song Xuran's eyelashes, which trembled, and then regained her composure.

Then she shrank back like a quail, and after a while, she couldn't help but blow again, and then she was pressed into the quilt by Song Xuran.

Song Xuran's low and sexy voice sounded above Luo Ying's head, he had already woken up, but he found that Luo Ying's face suddenly came over, so he naturally and obediently closed his eyes again.

Unexpectedly, Luo Ying just blew her eyelashes, and blew it twice.

The desire/desire in the early morning was already strong, and even with such a slight movement, Song Xuran felt that there was something faintly disturbing.

"Wake up." Song Xuran hoarsely pulled Luo Ying out of the quilt, and then touched Luo Ying's hair, Luo Ying's head had two hair spins, and he rubbed them.

"Accompany me to the company today, continue to read, and then, next Monday, you will start school, remember the last few days, let the maid help you pack up your things."

Luo Ying raised her face, looked at her husband, sighed at the eccentricity of the creator, and then left a kiss on the corner of Song Xuran's mouth, and quickly ran out of bed.

Song Xuran's face was a little dark, and there was a helpless smile on the corner of his mouth, somewhere he was already completely up, and it seemed that he would take a cold shower this morning.

Xiao Wuyi saw Luo Ying again in the president's office early in the morning, and he said hello doggedly, "Madame." ”

Luo Ying held the investment book and waved her hand helplessly.

She still has fifteen minutes to play with her mobile phone, and the cold-faced president in front of her today is about to confiscate her mobile phone.

She opened the WeChat on her mobile phone, and dozens of WeChat messages popped up in a row, all of which were reminders from the circle of friends.

It was the stranger from yesterday, and he liked all her circle of friends, from the first one all the way to the most recent one, and the last one was like this.

I'm married, and the picture is a picture of two marriage licenses put together.

On the first day she came to do the mission, she got a marriage certificate with the man she used to be a stranger to.