After the wedding in the daytime.

The night is four, opening up the unknown world of three people.

Jiang wants to help Wen Huai and Wen Yuan celebrate their birthdays.

After fading from the beautiful and luxurious wedding dress, the three of them changed into lighter loungewear, even the same color, like a couple's outfit.

It's just that couple outfits generally refer to two people, and they... Three.

Jiang Ruo stood in the middle of the twins, each holding one arm intimately.

When Wen Huai and Wen Yuan made a wish together and blew out the candles, she stood on tiptoe again and kissed the two of them deeply on the faces in turn.

"Ah Huai, Ah Yuan, happy birthday." She congratulated sweetly.

Wen Yuan was jealous and said, "Xiao Ruo'er, you are so eccentric, you are the first brother every time."

"Young and old." Warm and dark.

Wen Yuan's slender fingers raised Jiang Ruo's jaw, and he opened his mouth lazily, his voice was very demagogic: "What gifts have you prepared for us?"

Jiang Ruo's crescent eyes were shining, her smile was narrow, and as she got older, the charm on her body became more and more attractive.

"Am I not a gift?" Her beautiful and charming eyebrows and eyes are lightly raised, her red lips are hooked with a seductive arc, and her soft voice has a hint of playfulness: "Haohao, little orange and little grapefruit are not gifts?"

She winked at the twins and smiled sweetly, "What gift could be more important than the children? Huh?"

Wen Yuan chuckled heartily, and his chest trembled slightly.

His fingertips rubbed ambiguously on her smooth and delicate chin, his eyes were extremely deep and delicate, and his deep magnetic voice was even more casual and lazy teasing, "You're playing a clever trick, but... I like it."

"Since you're a gift, you'll have to let me take it apart."

After that, Wen Yuan picked her up horizontally and prepared to carry out the candle in the cave room.

Jiang Ruojiao was disgusted: "No, Brother Ahuai is still there."

"Let him watch." Relying on the affectionate Gu, Wen Yuan can now be said to be completely supported.

..

In fact, Wen Yuan really didn't mind letting Wen Huai watch the whole process.

After all, Wen Huai also let him see the Living Spring Palace before.

This is called one report and one report.

It's not that you don't report it, but that the time has not come.

Isn't it time for revenge?

If you want to say that Jiang Ruo is eccentric, it is all grounded.

It's really no wonder that Wen Yuan argues every day that the treatment is unfair.

Obviously, Wen Huai had humiliated him in front of him before, but now he wants to return it, and wants Wen Huai to also see his heroic appearance.

But Jiang Ruo refused.

She didn't want Wen Huai to be a spectator.

In addition to shyness, there is also a layer of guilt.

Because she promised Wen Huai before, there will only be one man in this life, and she will only love him one man.

But she broke her vow.

Such a good wedding night can't be left without entering the cave room.

So before entering the cave room with Wen Yuan, Jiang Ruohao comforted Wen Huai, for fear that this man would be lost and depressed.

She sat on his lap and kissed him for a long time.

Wen Huaiyu's mood was a little better, and her wide palm clasped her soft waist, and rubbed it with a very good feeling, and said bewilderingly, "Then you have to love me a little more."

"Hmm." Jiang Ruo promised.

After Wen Yuan heard this, he jealously picked up Jiang Ruo's back collar, dragged her into his arms, and hummed aggrievedly, "Don't be partial! Love me as much as my brother!"

"Xiao Ruo'er, if you dare not love me anymore, or love me less, I will die to show you!" He is like a resentful woman, crying, making trouble and hanging himself, desperately tying up his wife's heart.

Jiang Ruo pouted: "How can it be so serious?"

Wen Yuan played a scoundrel: "I don't care, I have it, I can't live without your love."

Jiang Ruo: "..."

"Haohao is really right, you are more naïve than your son when you are a father."

The two flirted and scolded

Between his mouths, Wen Huai had already raised his eyes, suppressed the gloomy grief in his eyes, and silently left the red and festive wedding room.

This night does not belong to him.

..

In the wedding room, it was a good toss.

On the contrary, Wen Yuan himself became a gift, and Jiang Ruo needed to open it.

He leaned lazily on the head of the bed, spread his two straight and slender legs, and was looking at Jiang Ruo with a wicked smile, his heart couldn't wait, and his voice was sexy and lazy: "Wife."

Jiang Ruo stood beside the bed and looked down at his worthless appearance, "Cheap man."

Wen Yuan said aggrievedly, "Don't you like your husband like this? Aren't all the wild men out there like that?"

Jiang Ruo's posture was leisurely, his eyes provoked a provocative light, and he teased him: "A man who marries someone has to keep to himself, you really want to attract bees and butterflies?"

Wen Yuan stared deeply into Jiang Ruo's clear eyes, with a serious expression, "Recruit you, lead you."

Jiang Ruo sighed deliberately, "What should I do? I'm not interested anymore, I seem to be bored with you."

Wen Yuan was anxious, and his tone was also panicked, "Don't, your husband is so good, don't be boring with me."

He originally relied on his body to get on top, but he couldn't lose this most proud thing.

If he's not good enough, she'll go find another wild man!

Jiang Ruo hooked his lips successfully, his eyes were full of charm and intent, and he asked in a casual and gentle tone, "Ah Yuan, do you miss me?"

Wen Yuan looked at her with deep eyebrows, his Adam's apple rolled, and he nodded uncontrollably: "I want to, I miss you to death."

Jiang Ruo leaned over slightly, and his white jade-like fingers first wiped the lipstick on his red lips, and then gently applied it to Wen Yuan's lips, the force was not light or heavy, but it was extremely seductive.

Knowingly, she asked, "Do you really miss me?"

Now the initiative can be said to be in her hands, how to spend tonight, she has the final say.

She has already changed into a crimson retro nightdress that is as warm as a flame, the skirt is close to her waist, and she is wearing a gradient black *** on her legs, which can be described as a stunning stunner in the world, and no one can resist her monstrous charm.

had to willingly bow down under the pomegranate skirt.

The so-called peony flower dies, and it is also romantic to be a ghost.

Wen Yuan's eyes were affectionate, and he called out childishly like a child: "Wife, wife."

Tonight, the roles of the two of them seem to have changed.

She used to beg him.

Jiang Ruo chuckled, the charm wrapped around the eyes of the soul like a vine, and teased in the tone of Wen Yuan in Su Ri: "Think of me so much?"

Wen Yuan seemed to be souled by Jiang Ruo in the past, and his consciousness wandered back and forth on the edge of dissipation, as if he wanted to break through the cage in the next second and be intimate with her.

Seeing that Wen Yuan was already sweating profusely in a hurry, and his eyes were full of impatience, Jiang Ruo stopped teasing him.

"Little Ruo'er, wife." Wen Yuan was in a hurry.

Jiang Ruo Tsundere said, "Shut up, I'll leave if I talk again."

"Okay, okay, I won't bother you." Wen Yuan has no status at all.

Time flies.

The cold moonlight sprinkled on the house, shining on the two young couples, and they spoke wordlessly of the ambiguity just now.

Jiang Ruo's little pink fist slammed into Wen Yuan's body, and he said coquettishly, "Villain."

Wen Yuan lowered his eyes and kissed her lips, and his voice was extremely emotional: "Men are not bad, women are not loved."

Jiang Ruo snorted, "A man's mouth is still a deceitful ghost."

Throughout the night, he took her to relive the old dreams of the flames of those years.