The walls could not be isolated from the heavy sound of rain, the room was dark, only the light in the entrance was on, dim yellow, and the shadows fell on the heavy carpet, and the whole space seemed to render a layer of sunset afterglow.

Stayed in the hallway for too long.

Chu Ying's thighs were pinched very red, and Song Yong had always been unaware of pity for these things, but because she was his wife, he restrained a lot, and he was still impatient when he faded the black hip skirt.

I accidentally tore the zipper.

Chu Ying scratched his back, her voice was delicate, and she hummed involuntarily, "You pay."

Song Yong was speechless.

He was wrapped in warmth, like a soft cloud sinking into a dream, and in the past he didn't understand why the people around him were obsessed with women, whether it was their bodies or sweet words, but now he understood.

One love, one kiss.

Chu Ying's feet hooked his waist, his lips roamed around his neck, and he kissed the Adam's apple wantonly, not like the temptation of the first kiss, this time he completely threw out his love so that he could feel it.

He then suspected that she loved too little, or not enough.

Song Yong hooked Chu Ying's calves, from top to bottom, looking at her flushed face, bowing his head and kissing her eyebrows, the tip of her nose, and her earlobes, and with the joy of the rest of her life, "I thought you wouldn't come, and you wouldn't care about me."

At first, Chu Ying really thought so.

If it weren't for Liang Kaiyan's words, she should be at the airport at this moment, waiting to leave, what left her, moved by Song Yong's dedication, or for love.

Chu Ying thought, most of them are the latter.

He was her husband, she loved him, why should she give him away.

"You were very proud when you teamed up with others to lie to me, didn't you?"

Song Yong's hand climbed up, grabbed Chu Ying, covered her and bit her lip fiercely, and her tone was also vicious, fierce like a wolf, showing its fangs at any time, swallowing her as delicious food, "What are you proud of, I thought you didn't care at all."

Sticking to Chu Ying's ear, Song Yong's tone was bad, and his breath fell on his earlobe, "I almost wanted to bring her back to anger you."

The position of his chin and ears was suddenly patted, like a slap, but it was very light, and he was reluctant to do anything to him, Chu Ying pushed him away from his body and scolded, "You try."

Song Yong snorted lightly, buried it in her shoulders and neck, hugged the soft waist in her arms, rubbed the skin on Chu Ying's back, as if she was addicted, and was reluctant to leave at all, "I didn't do that, because I didn't want to make you sad, you were right, I am not stable, I will only fight for the wind and be jealous, like a child, I should learn to talk like a bird, I can protect you and not make you sad."

But he forgot that even at the beginning of talking about Quejing, he couldn't do both.

The shackles on his body are so heavy, it is not easy to get to the point where he is today.

Chu Ying touched the tail of his eyebrows, stuck to his arms, swept his eyelashes down his neck, and looked intently at the mole on the Adam's apple, teasing him on a whim, he would never have thought that he would marry Song Yong, let alone that he would fall in love with such a naïve person.

The kiss is gentle, sweet, and heartfelt.

"You don't have to be like other people, you're fine." Chu Ying's eyes were shining brightly, which made Song Yong think of a fox, it was such a look, cunning and safe.

She seduces him, and she likes to use this expression.

*

Song Yong took Chu Ying to live in the hotel for three days, there were people at home, and it was inconvenient to go back.

Liang Kaiyan was bored at home, and Zhao Zhu was also there, but he was even more bored, he was born with a dull temperament, Liang Kaiyan was young, and he would avoid her even when he smoked.

But often, Liang Kaiyan could hear him hiding on the phone.

I don't know who the call was to.

Every time, a calm and calm man like Zhao Chai could burst into foul language, and he scolded on the other end of the phone, "I see that you are getting more and more crazy, do you know what you are talking about?" Chinese Net

Of course Song Boyu knows, it's weird

, it was Zhao Zhu who appeared again, reviving her originally silent heart again, and as long as she wanted to see him, she would call him.

All of this is done in the avoidance of Zhou Xu.

The wedding date is at the end of the year, and it is near.

The closer he gets, the more Song Boyu misses Zhao Zhu, "Isn't it okay to see each other a few times before marriage? Zhao Zhu, you weren't so ruthless to me before."

Before, because of her, Zhao Zhu could go against Song Yong, but this time his life was picked up by Chu Ying, and it was protected by Song Yong, but when he was in danger, Song Boyu was looking for a husband.

"You said it, too, and that was before."

Song Boyu didn't understand, but the moment Liang Kaiyan's voice sounded, she thought she understood, and the brisk and agile female voice, which sounded young and immature, called out loudly: "Brother Zhao Zhu, who are you talking to?"

The phone was hung up.

Song Boyu looked at the extinguished screen, his heart was empty, he had been with Zhao Zhu for so many years, and there had never been any other woman by his side, but in the past few months, it was not her who was by his side.

I don't know how long I sat alone, Song Boyu hadn't eased up, the table in front of him was knocked, Zhou Xu walked over, holding a shawl in his hand, and gently put it on her back, "Uncle Zhao told me that you are here, it's going to rain, why don't you go back?"

This is her husband.

No matter who the people around Zhao Zhu become, it has nothing to do with her, she has to recognize her identity, she is Mrs. Zhou, Zhao Zhu can't support her, and she can't give her everything she seeks.

"Why are you here?" Song Boyu swept the dampness on Zhou Xu's shoulders, "It's raining, right?"

"Nope."

Zhou Xu took advantage of the situation to hold her hand, those deep eyebrows and eyes were often affectionate, but his eyebrows frowned, as if he had reacted to something, "Strange, what about the ring, I didn't seem to see you wearing it last time."

Song Boyu's heart flickered, and he hurriedly withdrew his hand, slightly apologetic, "...... It's too valuable, and I'm afraid I'll lose it, so I'll put it away."

"It's just an engagement ring." Zhou Xu never blamed her, "It's not precious."

has endured a lot of hardships in the Song family over the years, and she can wait for a husband like Zhou Xu, Song Boyu should cherish it, but she is greedy, she wants the identity of Mrs. Zhou, and she wants Zhao Zhu, who she loves, "Then next time, I will definitely wear it."

Zhou Xu took her hand, smiling gently, but her eyes were covered with a slight chill, and in an instant, they turned into soft eyes, "Don't take it off if you put it on, otherwise how will others know that you are a married woman."

"It seems that Mrs. Zhou's title is not loud enough."

Song Boyu said this teasingly.

Zhou Xu took her to the side of the car, leaned sideways, and opened the car door with a little curvature pressed down at the corner of her mouth, "No matter how loud it is, there are always some people who don't know the height of the sky and the thickness of the sky coveting other people's things."