Chapter 67

The South and North whispered, "but you can't bear to leave Lu Yan, can you? If at this time, I advise you to leave Really, ah Yu, I'm afraid you'll be hurt more seriously. Lu Yan can't cross the barrier of Xu Yingxia. "

Yan Yu pursed her lips, turned her head, and looked at the north and South eyes: "but how can I leave now?" Her logic of thinking seems to have been very clear all the time, and her reason is terrible.

"If I ask for divorce now, maybe Lu Yan will agree immediately." When she said this, she felt an indescribable chill in her heart, and quickly ran to every corner of her body, cold with pain. "However, the Lu family won't let me take Xiaoxing, and I have no strength to fight Xiaoxing with the Lu family in the court, because I have no money and still work in the Lu group. I just finished the examination and left the Lu family. I took Xiaoxing with me, and I don't even know where to live. How can you let the judge stand on my side? What's more, little star will get the best resources when she is in Lu's home. She will follow me, and now everything will disappear. "

Every word of the metaphor is realistic and sharp.

North and South moved red lips, want to refute, but nothing to say.

For more than half a year, she worked in the hospital, but she didn't save much money. The house she lived in was song qingran's, and even the car was song qingran's.

North and South suddenly have a kind of shame, face hot pain.

She simply can't say to Yu, divorce is divorce, she comes to raise little star and Yu's words.

Although her heart hurt so much that she could hardly breathe, she slowly cooled down: "I don't have to be hypocritical. Lu Yan can't forget Xu Yingxia, and I'm not a good thing. Cheng CI is the reason why I approach Lu Yan."

She seemed to be persuading herself.

Just as nothing happened today, she didn't see the photos of Lu Yan and Lin Yin on the Internet, and she didn't hear Lin Yin say that Lu Yan was strong to her.

Then, everything will be calm.

The north and the South did not say a word. She took back her sight and restarted the car. The scenery on both sides flashed back and forth, like the passing years, which was hard to capture.

Only people can understand what they are trapped in.

Only people in the mud can save themselves.

No one can help anyone.

What's more

The South and the North mocked her lips, and she was still fishy. She did not dare to leave song qingran or say that she loved song qingran.

Yanyu returns to the apartment, only Xiaoxing and aunt Lin are at home, but Lu Yan hasn't come back yet.

He didn't call Yu, and Yu didn't call him.

She bent down and picked up the little star. The soft and warm body of the little star gave the metaphor full of comfort. Her milk fragrance penetrated into the breath of the metaphor.

Aunt Lin soaked milk powder for little star, and then she gave it to little star.

Little star meat's little hand holding the bottle, low head, absorbed in sucking milk, she was full, holding the bottle, nipple toot to the mouth of the words, to mother to drink.

The simile smiles: "little star drinks, mother does not drink."

The little star bent his eyes and laughed.

I feel her head. Her hair is a little long. I have to take her to have a haircut in a few days. Xiaoxing hasn't bought new clothes for some time, and I have to take her shopping to buy some clothes.

Lu Yan came back very late. When he opened the door, it was more than 11 p.m.

Recently, little star has moved into the baby room next door. Because she is with her, and because she is too sleepy, she can't help falling asleep in the baby room.

Lu Yan took off his suit coat and untied his tie. In the master bedroom, he didn't see the figure of words. He took a shower first, wiped his hair, and then gently pushed open the door of the baby room next door.

Sure enough, under the soft light, Yu Yu and the little star lie sleeping together. Their faces are covered with mist and moonlight.

Little star's eyelashes are long and thick. She holds them in her fist and shrinks in her mother's arms.

The metaphor lies on one side, the profile is beautiful and soft, her honey colored lips are full of attractive breath, Lu Yan's dark eyes reflect their figures, and the chill on her body is a little dispersed.

He pursed his thin lips and gently pulled the little star out of his arms. Then he bent down and picked up the metaphor.

I don't know whether his action is too gentle or his words are too tired. His eyelids tremble, but he doesn't wake up. He is obediently carried back to the master bedroom by Lu Yan.

On another bed in the baby room, aunt Lin wakes up. She knows what Lu Yan means and she will take good care of little star.

In the master bedroom.

Lu Yan put the metaphor on the bed. He got on the bed from the other side and gently pulled the quilt to cover them.

He put his hand on the waist of the metaphor, hooked the corners of his lips, listened to her quiet and even breathing, and stared at her side face. Then, his dark eyes deepened, leaned over, and the cold thin lips rolled over her lips.

He didn't understand why his body was so obsessed with the figurative body.It's like never being satisfied.

Indulge in it.

I can't help myself.

His big hand, with a clear bone, slipped from her soft hair and played lovingly.

Lu Yan is so close, although the action is not big, but also not small, the words are wringing eyebrows in the dream, she has been running in the dream, suddenly felt a strong weightlessness, she suddenly opened her eyes.

On the eyes of Lu Yan.

I'm still a little stunned.

Lu Yan said in a dumb voice: "wake up? Well His voice is as good as ever, mellow as wine, low as cello, in such a quiet night, with the smell of hormone temptation.

He awoke from the words and leaned over to continue to kiss.

In an instant, Lin Yin's words rang out in the ear of Metaphor -- Lu Yan forced her, Lu Yan Lin Yin and Xu Yingxia's similar faces flash away from the eyes of the words.

Yu bit his lower lip and suddenly pushed Lu Yan away.

Instead of looking at Lu Yan's eyes, she looked away, lowered her eyelids and said coldly, "no, I'm very tired."

Lu Yan's dark pupil quietly looked at the words for a long time, and there was no further action, so he stopped.

His sharp eyes, one inch by one, are wandering the verbal features, with an examination.

After a while, even if his body hasn't calmed down, he has left the body of the metaphor. He doesn't say anything and has no other expression. He just lies indifferently beside the metaphor, covers the quilt for the metaphor, and whispers: "go to sleep, have a good rest." For a man like him, his happiness and anger are not in the form of facial expression. He can see what emotion on his face, but he also knows that her refusal may hurt Lu Yan's so-called man's self-esteem.