Tong en enlightens and laughs. To be honest, she doesn't agree with Su Qidong. It's not because of Su Qidong's defects, but because they are really not suitable.
Xiaoxiao listened and took a deep breath: "it's OK. I'm going home now. I won't be soft hearted this time. Love deep enough to change for each other, I think I don't think so love, not so love him. Well, don't worry, I want to open up. I'm looking forward to finding the next Mr. Wang. Let God give me one, too. "
……
Tong en pushed him away and sat up. He kissed him. She had expected what would happen next.
Then he leaned over her head and wanted to go further.
Wan Jingting clenched her hand. "I'll save what you call me."
She watched the parabola fall and asked him.
"What did you save?"
Lying down, the Nightgown rolled up, she pulled, so sleep on his legs is not good.
When the mobile phone was handed over, he immediately pulled it on his leg. Tong en was weightless and rested on his leg for a moment. He tried to get up and press it again. He watched him quickly input something into his mobile phone and then put it away.
Still very unwilling to give him.
Why give it to you?
He thought in a languid voice: "bring me your cell phone."
Wan Jingting saw her blink her eyelashes, exhaled gently and said, "can you call her a little more simple?"
If she changes such a remark to him, Tong en feels very numb, and she doesn't want to change it.
Tong en tugs at the corners of his lips and finds that this overbearing and male chauvinist man is really good at catching people.
He frowned: "a few days ago also called my husband, today would like to default?"
Tong en's name editor's finger gave a slight pause and looked at him, "what?"
Wan Jingting finally stirred up a smile of satisfaction and not falling out of favor, "changed into a dear husband."
"Well, change it."
Tong en found that he was so angry that he looked like a serious old man.
Wan Jingting locked his eyes and presented a Sichuan character in the center of his eyebrows. He said coldly, "change it for me!"
Tong en lowered his head awkwardly and was dumbfounded by his eyes. He slowly spat out a sentence: "it's just a remark."
The note on her mobile phone is really Lao Wang next door.
The man's eyes seemed to be filled with water. The steady water trembled, looked down at her, knelt down and looked into his eyes. He took her hands and gently held them in his hands: "this is the note you gave me?"
Tong en was immediately embarrassed and reached for his mobile phone.
Wan Jingting, indifferent, browsed the software in her mobile phone and squinted: "Lao Wang next door?"
Originally, I wanted to talk about Xiaoxiao, but I didn't think there was anything to talk about, so I simply talked about something else.
"Wang Yi." Tong en didn't have any expression. He slowly turned to look at him and said, "give me back my mobile phone."
Long black hair spread over her shoulders, covering her side face. Wan Jingting caught a glimpse of her quiet look.
Wan Jingting came out from the bathroom and saw Tong en looking down at her mobile phone in a daze. He walked over and suddenly grabbed her mobile phone.
Looking at her back, Wan Jingting faintly laughed.
"Do you know why people are not happy enough? It's to push yourself into a dark cage and block yourself. It's not a place where you can make yourself quiet or precipitate impetuousness. If the heart wants to be free, the soul will have a room to place He pressed her shoulder: "Tong en, you are too bound to yourself. You don't know how to be happy if you bind yourself for something ethereal."
Tong en heard it, but he didn't dare to respond to his happiness.