Chapter 132

"You woke up, didn't you?"

The person on the bed, is still that pair of deep sleep appearance, did not give any response.

Yan Jiang's throat rolled up. He sucked hard and stopped the tears and snot that almost fell down. Sitting down beside the bed, Yan Jiang looked at Song Feihong's delicate face and suddenly said, "Song Fei, you were photographed by the reporter when you left my house this morning."

After Yan Jiang said this, he saw Song Fei's eyelashes shaking. Seeing this, Yan Jiang's mood suddenly became excited. He took Song Fei's hand and broke his voice when he opened his mouth again. "It's really you. You wake up, right, Song Fei?"

Song Fei can't pretend any more. She slowly opens her eyes and sees a handsome face who wants to cry. Song Fei was in a trance. Eight years later, the coward didn't see how much bigger he was, but he was more likely to cry.

"Cry for what." Song Fei's disdainful ground scoffs, "cry up appearance is really ugly."

This is the first time that Yan Jiang heard Song Fei's voice after he was an adult, such as the white snow on the high mountain, which is cold and piercing.

He likes it!

Yan Jiang suddenly hugged Song Fei into his arms. He pressed Song Fei on his chest and choked: "you really wake up. It's not an illusion. You really wake up!" Only a real Song Fei can have such a proud and disdainful manner. When she looks at him, she always looks like she hates iron but not steel.

All of a sudden, he was held by an adult male, and Song Fei was unhappy that he had been invaded. "Let go." Song Fei is not used to being close to people.

Realizing what he had just done, Yan Jiang was embarrassed and guilty. He released Song Fei and stepped back. His eyes kept flashing, and he did not dare to look directly into Song Fei's eyes.

Song Fei stares at his handsome face and asks in some doubt, "have you had plastic surgery?"

Yan Jiang shook his head and his face turned red. He quickly explained, "no cosmetic surgery, dental surgery." Yanjiang's teeth grew a little disorderly before, but after correction, the mouth shape had some changes and looked more delicate.

Afraid of Song Fei's disbelief, Yan Jiang opens his mouth to reveal his big white teeth. "You see, my teeth are a lot more neat?"

Song Fei waved in disgust, "away from the point." It's too stupid to look straight.

Yan Jiang was sitting on the side of the road, unafraid.

Song Fei leans to the head of the bed and feels uncomfortable. She picks up a pillow and cushions it behind her waist. Yan Jiang saw her frown, very considerate said: "is the bed against uncomfortable? I'll have a leather bed sent over tomorrow, the kind that can adjust the back of the bed head

Song Fei doesn't speak. He just stares at him coldly, which makes Yan Jiang uneasy. He doesn't dare to speak. In front of Song Fei, Yan Jiang is always the one who was bullied but didn't have the courage to fight back.

Song Fei suddenly hooked his lips and asked dangerously, "wife?"

Yan Jiang: "ah?" He was embarrassed and corrected Song Fei: "I'm a man, I should be old... Old..." Yan Jiang didn't have the kind to say the name of her husband, afraid of being hammered.

Song Fei is laughed by Yan Jiang. "Are you dreaming?"

Think of these two days Yanjiang holding her, a mouthful of a wife's shouting, Song Fei mood is a little complicated. I didn't expect that she liked her so much that she became paranoid and morbid.

Song Fei asked Yan Jiang: "who gave you the courage to call me my wife?"

Yan Jiang's head blew and exploded! He raised his head in shock and looked at Song Fei in astonishment. He couldn't believe it and questioned: "have you been pretending? When did you wake up? "

"The morning before yesterday." Thinking of what, Song Fei glanced at Yan Jiang's well-dressed appearance and praised: "the figure is good, but the habit of not wearing clothes is not very good."

What don't you wear?

On second thought, Yan Jiang understood that he had taken a bath last night and came out without clothes.

"You peep at me!" But that was last night's event... What to associate with, Yan Jiang looked at Song Fei's eyes a little hurt, "did you wake up yesterday? Why don't you tell me when you wake up! It's fun playing with me like this? "

Song Fei sneered, "what do you say about your stealing kiss?"

Yan Jiang covered his mouth.

Song Fei: "I don't know if you did anything disrespectful to me when I was in a coma. I can't see that you are not only a counsellor, but also a pervert."

Song Fei's disdainful and displeased eyes stimulate Yanjiang. He lowered his head deeply, and there were some small dull hairs on the blue hair shaking with him, looking at some cute. Song Fei stares at those dull hairs and resists again and again. Only then can he restrain the impulse to collect them.

Song Yan's feeling of being torn down has been relieved. He suddenly raised his head and boldly looked up at Song Feilai. His eyes were as deep as ever.

With Yan Jiang's eyes, song feilue is a little surprised.

Her hand was suddenly held by Yan Jiang.

Song Fei looks at Yan Jiang in silence and says nothing, but he doesn't take out his hand either.

Yan Jiang's face is slightly red, but his expression is so serious. He is a little stiff and a little cramped. Such Yan Jiang, all over exudes a kind of addictive, wants to be better to him magic.Song Fei feels a little uncomfortable. She wants to take her hand out. Yanjiang is aware of her intention, but she pinches it more tightly.

Song Fei did not move.

Looking into Song Fei's ice snow eyes, Yan Jiang's attitude is sincere and his eyes are devout. He says to Song Fei, "it's been eight years. Song Fei, I'm Yanjiang."

Song Fei curled her lips, "no cosmetic surgery, recognize it."

Yan Jiang brewed a full stomach of sincere words, almost broke the credit. He calmed down and sorted out his mood. Then he said to Song Fei, "there's something I haven't told you."

Song Fei: "then say it."

Yan Jiang: "don't rush me."

Song Fei: "Oh."

Yan Jiang: "suddenly, Yan Jiang didn't know where to start.

The ambiguous atmosphere which is hard to get out is completely destroyed by Song Fei. Yan Jiang gave up the romantic route, he said: "eight years ago, on your fourteenth birthday, it was me who stole the love letter into your bag."

Song Fei thought about it for a while, and then remembered that there was such a thing. She faintly Oh, said: "there are too many love letters, which one is yours?"

Yan Jiang:!

His teeth ground up and down, no expression to ask: "too many love letters?"

Song Fei nodded, her sister's charm was great, but she did not lack the confidence of her pursuers. "Well, you know, I'm smart and beautiful. I'm a fan of younger brothers and younger girls. It's not normal for me to have more love letters?"

Yan Jiang didn't believe it. He said, "Song porcelain said that when you were so old, you received a love letter on your birthday that year."

Song Fei's expression is a little bit unable to hang, she sneers, "that little fool knows what!"

Yan Jiang is a little suspicious. He was sullen and depressed, and he said, "I wrote the love letter that was written on two long pages without signature."

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