Song Qinghuan curls up with his fingertips and makes a fist. After shouting, he pushes the door open and runs out. He stays in the car to keep warm with the cold, and his heart will explode.
She ran into the villa as if there were wolves, tigers and leopards behind her. When she stayed in the car, her brows were locked and her lips were thin.
In the door, she met Jin Lin, sitting in the living room watching TV, a light glance at her, casually as usual, just as she is the existence of air.
Song Qinghuan did not do any stay, with the fastest speed back to his bedroom.
Thinking about Jinlin, how long she will stay in the villa and when she will return home, she really doesn't live under the same roof at all.
Jin Lin looks at Song Qinghuan's back and lightly picks her eyebrows. She doesn't feel right. Is it a fight?
It seems impossible. Shi Yuhan believes this girl so much. The possibility of quarrel seems very low?
Forget it, just wait and see. Anyway, it's a matter of time before we leave. She doesn't think much of this couple at all.
When the cold back to the room, shower, lying in bed half an hour later, clearly hear the sound of the door, open your eyes to see the cold.
He looked for clothes, took a shower in the bathroom as if nothing had happened, and then sat down by the bed.
When the bed collapsed slightly, song Qinghuan sat up and said, "I'll go to the guest room!"
Seeing that she was about to get up and leave, her cold eyes dragged her.
Song Qinghuan staggered and lay back again.
Her eyes color slightly cold, some raw airway: "then you go back to your own room?"
It is really more and more hypocritical, he really spoiled her, when cold indifference way: "no back, you sleep more comfortable than my bed."
Song Qinghuan stammered: "then, this room is for you. I'll go to the guest room."
The quarrel between lovers is only superficial.
In his heart, song Qinghuan is not really angry with Shi Yuhan, and Shi Yuhan pretends to be indifferent. He just wants song Qinghuan to know that he should tell him about the articles of association in the future.
Looking at the quarrel, is actually a pair of men and women in love, because of jealousy and affectation, you push me, I push you.
When the cold evil four hook lips, is very poisonous tongue tunnel: "Song Qinghuan, ear grass, I mean 'you', than my bed sleep comfortable."
"Keep out the cold at the right time!" Song Qing was so angry that he had to stand up again.
But when the cold a turn over, leisurely pressure to her body.
Immediately, the fiery labial petal fiercely presses on her lips.
When the cold fiercely kiss her lips, like a thirsty traveler in the desert, greedily sucking the sweet spring.
"Well..." Song Qinghuan, who had been back to God, pushed him very hard and beat him on the back to show her resistance.
When she was in the cold, she would not let her go. She would hold her hands together and put them on the top of her head. She would plunder into her teeth, suck the tip of her tongue and rub it wantonly.
Song Qinghuan was up and down violently, pedaling the bed sheet, and his slender waist stood up to resist, but he was pressed to death.
Pressure Song Qing happy to suffocate, small face flash a trace of pain, taking advantage of the gap of his clothes, fly up a kick to him.
Fortunately, she was quick in the cold and stopped her feet, otherwise she would have to roll on his bed.
"Can you kick around there? See how I punish you When the cold dark voice sounded, the danger rose rapidly.