Su Mohan lowered his eyes and looked at the small hand on his waist, but did not make a sound.

Concubine Ye choked up and continued: "Don't be angry with me, I did this because I knew that Song Yichen was you, can you forgive me." ”

The corners of Su Mohan's mouth hooked up a very shallow smile, as if her explanation had dispelled all his unhappiness and sadness in the past few days.

The explanation is because she cares, and the reason for keeping is because she is reluctant, which is enough to prove that she still loves him, proves that she is afraid of losing him, and he is still not satisfied.

"Su Mohan... I don't want to divorce you......" Concubine Ye would really know that she was afraid, after all, Su Mohan's face sank, and she thought that he really wanted a divorce.

She didn't expect the gaffe to be so serious, so she was really scared.

Su Mohan turned around slightly, looked at the woman in front of him with a handful of snot and tears, and said lightly: "Isn't there any model?" Rich second generation? Little fresh meat? How? I'm missing a ......."

Concubine Ye threw herself into his arms and said that she would not let go of anything: "Poor, just one of you, as many as you are." ”

"How dare you have another man, huh?" Su Mohan's eyes flashed with a touch of pampering, reached out and rubbed her head, picked up her little face and stabilized it, Concubine Ye looked at him with teary eyes for a while, and gently stood on tiptoe to respond.

Su Mohan hugged her harder and harder, clearly transmitting each other's body temperatures.

This hug came too late......

After all the ups and downs, they really need each other's arms too much.

Kissing and kissing, Su Mohan's kiss fell down her neck, and Concubine Ye's cheeks turned a little red and said softly: "Su Mohan, what are you doing......"

"You're not saying I'm not skilled?"

"I didn't... Hmmm......"

With the non-stop ringing of the doorbell, the room was full of charm, and as the doorbell stopped, it changed into a heavy slamming sound, and the room also sounded uncontrollably with bursts of coquettish panting, dripping with sweat, and exuding an ambiguous atmosphere everywhere.

The two bodies fit together closely, warming each other's cold and lonely souls.

Yin Shaolong looked at the rows of footprints on the door, shrugged his shoulders a little helplessly, looked at Xuanxuan, who was hungry in his arms, and was already eating his fists, and said softly: "Uncle has done his best, let's go back and make some paste for you to eat." ”

In the room, Concubine Ye leaned on Su Mohan's arms, her eyes hanging lazily, as if she didn't even want to say a word.

Su Mohan looked at the roof with one arm on his pillow, it's so good, I haven't stayed with her quietly like this for a long time.

After being quiet for a while, Concubine Ye seemed to be uneasy, raised her hand and gently put it on his waist, turned over and said softly: "Su Mohan, I really know that you are Su Mohan before I will sleep with you." ”

Su Mohan raised his eyebrows and said, "I know." ”

Concubine Ye was slightly stunned: "How do you know?" ”

"I already knew." Su Mohan opened his mouth indifferently.

"Then why are you so angry at me! Are you still talking about me and Song Yichen sleeping? You did it on purpose! Concubine Ye sat up from the bed suddenly, and then realized that she was being calculated by the man in front of her again.

Su Mohan opened his eyes lazily and said lightly: "If you don't mean it, how can you throw yourself into your arms." ”

Concubine Ye gritted her teeth angrily, looked at Su Mohan who closed her eyes again and looked like she was turned over, she was annoyed, and reached out and twisted it his strong waist, until the skin under her hand was red and purple, and then she let go.