In the evening, after dinner, Li mubai began to pester Xia Fei to see her stomach.
He even drove away some friends who had come to see him.
Shafeser had no choice but to let him.
Xia Fei se looked down at the man who was kissing his belly. She couldn't help saying, "Li mubai, do you know that you look like a pervert now?"
"Don't think I can't deal with you with balls in my stomach." Li mubai opened his mouth in a low voice, and his lips pressed on her lips.
"Don't make a fuss. The wound has been torn open in the afternoon." Xia Fei se was worried.
After lying down, Li mubai pulled her into his arms and said in a low voice, "what should we do about Crichton college?"
When he asked about this, Xia Fei said in a warm voice, "I don't want to go."
Li mubai frowned and did not speak.
Xia Fei se gently kisses his lips, looks down at him and says seriously: "you know, every time I can only be forced to be chosen, by the dance and school to choose my fate, but now, I suddenly do not want to. I also want to have the right to choose, not to let it dominate me. "
Li mubai looked at her, still silent.
"This time, I gave it up, not that it gave me up. So it's not that sad. "
Li mubai doesn't know what to say. In fact, he knows better than anyone else that dancing is her dream.
But now, because he just gave up.
Seeing that he was still silent, Xia Fei se stretched out his hand and gently broke his cheek to let him look at himself: "didn't you ask me before, who is more important than dance?"
Li mubai's larynx moved. Yes, she has given him the answer.
"I also know that I must not be the existence that you can abandon at will. Because you are willing to come back alive is the best proof. " She spoke softly.
Li mubai turned over and pressed her under his body. He gave her a hard kiss on her lips and slid his big hand into her skirt.
"Don't delay your husband and wife's life now!" Li mubai asked in a low voice.
"You're not well yet Don't make trouble Xia Fei se protested in a low voice, but she couldn't help it at all.
Two people tossed about a time, he did not dare to toss her too hard.
Xia Fei's face was flushed, shrinking in his arms, her eyes drooping slightly and breathing heavily.
Li mubai took his mobile phone and planned to call Ling Yuchen.
But there was no answer.
Xia Fei color looked at his screen and said in a warm voice: "Ling Yuchen always came to see you a while ago. There is no news in recent days."
Li mubai wrung his eyebrows, and his eyes were sinister.
Xia Fei color light voice way: "he seems very self reproach."
Yu Ling, in fact, she can not feel self reproach.
Li mubai dropped his eyes and did not make a sound.
That day the situation is critical, Ling Yuchen and Russell white two guns opposite, the sword is at a crossfire.
He was not far away, but the gun was empty.
His angry voice let Ling Yuchen shoot immediately, but he was mostly the same as he had been, still attached to the mother and son's affection, and could not bear to pull the trigger.
But the woman never let them down.
In Ling Yuchen hesitated for a moment, but Russell pulled the trigger, impolitely aimed the bullet at her "one hand raised" son.
He was close at the time, and rushed forward and backward to block the shot for him.
Immediately, the bomb exploded, a smoke of gunpowder chaos.
Russell ran away with a white belt.