Han Yun An's heart is hot, standing in the same place, looking at the man with a serious look, the heart will still be a little bit.
Even if she thinks she's over the age of a girl.
Han yun'an smile did not speak, let Qiao Qing again embrace her into the guest room.
At the moment of entering, Qiao Qing quickly pressed her on the door and grabbed her lips without saying a word.
For Qiao Qing, all the palpitations Han yun'an brings to him are different from every woman.
From the combination of interests at the beginning to the gradual deepening later, he can clearly see that his heart has been filled with her shadow.
At the end of the kiss, Qiao Qinghou gasped against her forehead and asked in a hoarse voice: "tell me how bad I was in your heart before!"
As if, he was still worried.
Han yun'an nestled in his chest, slightly raised his head, eyes smile, "I casually say, you also believe?"
Qiao Qing pursed his lips and answered with a straight face, "you are not a woman who can talk casually, unless that's what you think in your heart."
When he said this, Han yun'an faintly smelled the meaning of grievance.
She looked at Qiao Qing in a funny way and sighed: "don't make trouble. I'm just joking with Xiao Ting!"
Qiao Qing also wants to say a few words, glimpses her tiny push and shove of movement, then back a step to give up.
After all, in front of Han yun'an, he never dares to make mistakes.
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Three days later, the wound on Leng Shutong's foot had healed.
Since they had more intimate contact, she could obviously feel Han Yunting's care and consideration.
For example, when walking, he no longer goes forward on his own, but leads her on the inside of the road.
For another example, he would take the initiative to pass the menu to her when eating, and would ask her about her tastes and preferences.
There are many, many, many, Leng Shutong all remember in mind.
All the cognition of Han Yunting has been broken by himself.
That afternoon, before going out, Leng Shutong went to the bathroom. They planned to go to the streets of Paris in the afternoon.
Han Yunting leans on the porch and patiently waits for her, thinking about the journey after going out.
All of a sudden, the shaking sound of his mobile phone disturbed his thoughts. When he followed the sound, he saw that Leng Shutong's mobile phone on the porch cabinet was buzzing.
Han Yunting didn't think much. He thought that he would tell her when Leng Shutong came out.
But the person who called, but refused to give up, vibration has always been heard.
Seeing that the other party has opened the third phone, Han Yunting frowns, picks up his mobile phone and comes to the door of the bathroom. As soon as he is about to open his mouth, Leng Shutong just opens the door and comes out.
Two people line of sight collide, cold Shu Tong Yang lips a smile, "how did you come over?"? I told you to wait for me at the door
Han Yunting handed out his mobile phone and raised his chin. "There may be something urgent. He called you a lot."
Leng Shutong subconsciously took the mobile phone and leaned on Han Yunting's shoulder to answer.
Hearing the voice of the phone, Leng Shutong's heart tightened and lowered her eyelashes in chagrin.
In front of Han Yunting, her attention will always be attracted by him.
So much so as to ignore that the call was from the UK.
At this time, the cold bass on the phone mixed with questions came into my ear, "are you really not going to come back? Even without the Fidel family? "
Leng Shutong was stunned for a moment and moved a few steps to the side, "I didn't say I couldn't go back..."
"Before six o'clock tonight, if you don't come back, you'll never have to come back!"