Chapter 1852

"Nothing." Ding Yiyi was frightened by her own thoughts, and the moment of unwillingness and grievance was like the water coming out of the water cup. If it was not interrupted, she would think of something terrible.

"Say it." He turned over and falsely pressed on her body, lowered his head and bit his delicate earlobe, "what are you thinking? Tell me. "

Ding Yiyi was about to cry. How could she say those dirty thoughts? She had already got love and got such a perfect husband, but she was not satisfied.

Her silence burned ye nianmo's heart. She was about to open her mouth. The door was pushed open. Ye Shuimo stood at the door of the room and looked at it curiously.

"Dad, didn't you come to get another book?"

Ye nianmo looked down at her silent lover, frowned and picked out a fairy tale book from the bookshelf.

"Don't sleep yet, wait for me."

From ye Shuimo's room, ye nianmo walks to the bedroom. The bedroom is empty. He turns and goes to the study.

The light in the study room is still on. The small figure curls up on the sofa and snores from time to time.

There seemed to be tears on the curly eyelashes. He bent down to make the two people very close, reaching out to clear the soft curly eyelashes.

Wet fingers, really cry? He quietly looking at Ding Yi's sleeping face, is there anything difficult to let go of?

"Read ink."

He opened his eyes slightly, then gently dropped a kiss on her forehead, "have a good dream."

The next day, Ding Yiyi appeared at the table on time for breakfast as if nothing had happened.

"Ink painting, you can't get up," she pushed the milk to Ye Shuimo's face and felt the gaze ahead. She turned her head, "what's the matter?"

"Nothing." Ye nianmo put the financial newspaper aside and took a sip of coffee. "There is a vacation in the near future."

"Any vacation?" Ding Yi bit a bit of bread, "is the company OK?"

"It's OK." Ye nianmo flushed out a map from the magazine. "When you have time, you can pick it and see where you want to go."

Ding Yi Yi some surprised to take the map, shake open to find is the world map.

"I'm going where I have a brother." Ye Shuimo came over and bit the bread and said.

"Yes, I haven't seen Xiaomiao for a long time." Ding Yiyi said with a smile, "or go to see ye Miao?"

Ye nianian's expressionless face drank up the coffee, "rejected, this holiday is not parent-child time, is husband and wife time."

Sophia laughed. "The relationship between the wife and the master is good."

"I'll have husband and wife time in the future." Ye Shuimo thought seriously, and he must find someone like his father in the future.

Ding Yiyi couldn't help laughing, "so what kind of person is ink painting looking for?"

Ye Shuimo thought seriously and even lost his breath of getting up. After half a sound, he said seriously: "I want to find someone like my brother!"

Ye nianmo and Ding Yiyi are somewhat surprised. From Xiaoye's ink and wash, ye Miao seems to have a deep obsession.

Montai hurried forward to coax, "miss is still young, these things can be considered after more than ten years, children do not want to discuss this topic."

"Yes, I hope to find a good man in the future." Ding Yiyi smiles.

One side of Ye nianmo put down his coffee cup and said firmly, "yes."

Ye nianmo's decision will not be changed. Ding Yiyi also wants to go out to relax. Finally, two candidates were selected from South Korea.

On the day of departure, the weather was fine, and ye Bo and ye nianmo decided on the last task at the last moment of boarding.

When the young master and his wife walked into the gate, ye Bo turned and left.

Sit in the car, pick up the mobile phone to find that there is a text message.

"I'm sorry, the school is going to hold a study lecture this evening, so we can't have dinner together."

After returning home, song Mengjie successfully found a job as a Chinese teacher in a public school. The two people's feelings were not warm and warm. Because they were very busy, they had not seen each other for a week.

Yesterday, we had an appointment to have dinner together today. In the end, it is impossible.

After work, it was already eight o'clock in the evening. Ye Bo drove to his home and turned the front of the car.

At the gate of the school, the lights of the specific teaching building are on, and the students are studying on their own in the evening.

After nine o'clock, some students came out of the school gate one after another. About half an hour later, song Mengjie walked out of the school gate with others talking and laughing.

"It's really delicious. I'll take you to eat next time." The young man had a good laugh.

Song Mengjie holding the textbook, "it's better to choose there next time my colleagues get together."

"Mengjie." The sound of the sound is accompanied by the sound of clean feet.

Song Mengjie surprised to turn back, and then surprised, "Ye Bo, how did you come?"

"Pick you up." Ye Bo circled her waist and said to the young man who had just said, "hello."

"This is the school." Song Mengjie struggles to get out of his arms.There are students around who have not left yet. Ye Bo releases his hand and clasps her hand instead.

The car is driving on the road. Song Mengjie looks at the people around him with a tired look. "I'm very busy recently."

"Yes." He said, stop the car and wait for the red light.

Song Mengjie grabs the string of the bag, always feel that he is angry, but do not know why.

"Have you eaten yet?" Ye Bo asked.

"Yes, I did. I ate in the school canteen with my colleagues." Song Mengjie heard a topic, happy should answer.

"With my male colleague?"

"Well, because it happens to be teaching a class. He is a PE teacher. He has just come here, so he will have a meal together."

Before he had finished speaking, his cheek was caught between his fingers, his hot lips covered him, and he soon got away.

She reached out and caressed the kiss on her lips. The car had restarted, drove to the left for a while and then stopped.

Ye Bo gets out of the car, opens the co pilot's door, hugs people in his arms as if no one else is around, and strides towards the elevator.

Song Mengjie looks around in a hurry for fear of meeting a neighbor. How can I explain this appearance?

Fortunately, he didn't meet his neighbor all the way. He came into the house safe and sound. Yebo didn't even turn on the light, so he went directly to the bedroom with a man in his arms.

"What's the matter with you?" In the dark, song Mengjie worried to push his shoulder.

Ye Bo is silent. His eyes in the dark are brighter than the stars. The curtain is not closed. Suddenly, a weak orange light sweeps into the room, and the residents on the opposite floor come back.

He put his head in her neck and said stiffly, "I'm jealous."

"What?" Song Mengjie did not know why, and the body has already left, "today I sleep in the living room, sorry to scare you."

Song Mengjie got out of bed and took his wrist, "what do you want to say, just what you want to say, please tell me."

Ye Bo bowed his head and felt a little agitated. He was clearly not such a muddleheaded person. He could handle his business very well, but he was always unable to express his feelings.

"If you don't say it, I don't know what you're thinking." Song Mengjie almost begged to see him.

As soon as he was shocked, he became more anxious and spewed out a few words, "you and that male colleague."

Song Mengjie a Leng, "he is just my colleague, we do not have what, sometimes busy up simply did not say a word."

She was a little surprised. She always thought that she was the one who took the initiative. She also thought that the weight of loving him was more and more heavy than that of him. Suddenly, she felt that maybe it was not so.

Ye Bo hates such a mother-in-law himself. He pulls people over and presses them in his arms. He can't see her face. His inner anxiety is calming.

"I envy that he can be with you for a long time every day, and even that you can eat together."

Finally said, the restless heart suddenly disappeared, want to stay with the lover all the time, want to have more intersection with her, feel that this kind of bondage is too terrible, so self-sustaining, so depressed.

"Me too."

Song Mengjie nestled in his arms, "I also want to see you every day, at least have a meal together, and when I am with others, I will imagine how good it would be if the opposite person was you."

The words fall, the body has been taken back to the big bed, she was stunned to see the tall man pull the curtain, the last bit of light disappeared, only his eyes brilliant as stars.

"Yebo." She read in a low voice, trembling as soon as she was touched.

Ye Bo's eyes are dark, not enough, and touch is not enough. Only the extreme fit can make his beating heart slightly calm down.

The white sheets were kneaded and the residents downstairs were listening to the songs. The melodious songs came in from time to time, accompanied by the rhythm of the wind and rain.

Well, song Mengjie looks at her head. It's already two o'clock in the morning. Tomorrow, she will arrive at the school to accompany the students to read early.

She turned over and looked at the sleeping man.

I didn't expect that such a serious person would say something like jealousy. Song Mengjie held back her smile and leaned forward to kiss her thin and moderate lips.

If you look down, you won't have to sleep. If you force yourself to turn your back on him, song Mengjie will close her eyes.

"From tomorrow on, stick to dinner together."

Ye Bo opened his eyes, looked at the back of the man in front of him and softened his tone.

For a long time, the person with his back nodded, "OK."

South Korea

while walking on the road, Ding Yiyi is eating hot fried rice cake.

"Don't eat or walk." Ye nianmo refused to extend the fried rice cake.

She held the fried rice cake high, "but you see, they all feed lovers like this."

Ye nianmo sweeps across the street, a pair of high school students are feeding each other fried rice cakes.

Ding Yiyi said this intentionally. She had long expected that ye nianmo would not eat her food in the street because she wanted to revenge him for the long time he had done last night, which made her back ache!Suddenly his hand was caught, and ye nianmo bit off the end of the rice cake on the bamboo stick, and his thin lips were stained with some sauce.

He patted her head, helpless, "OK."

"But Yes. " Ding Yi Yi lowers head, ear root son is silent red rise.

They stop and stop in Seoul, and they don't go after the scenic spots. They even feel very casual when they book hotels. When they get to the edge of their eyes, they can live wherever they walk, which is also interesting.

A small blue and White Hotel attracted two people's attention. On the three or four stairs, a fat cat with gray patterns was sleeping very heavily. The English songs from the shop made people lazy.

"Shall we live here today?" Ding Yi likes it here.

Ye nianmo, of course, followed her. When she entered the front desk, she saw that there were Asians and she said with a smile in English. "Welcome"

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