Chapter 1216

Qin Shi Shi picked up the pillow on the sofa and threw it in the direction of the kitchen, "stir fry your dishes, you big idiot!"

Lin Xuan spat out his tongue, turned back to the kitchen, swallowed saliva, it seems, the time is ripe, it seems, Luo Feng said, the time is coming.

"This time, we can't miss the chance any more. Otherwise, when she is ready next time, I don't know how long the monkey will be!"

Lin Xuan in the heart, to himself, excited a lot, even waving the spatula fried dishes, are more powerful.

And Qin poetry sitting on the sofa in the living room, although a little angry, but the heart is also happy.

After all, this life, to meet such a man as Lin Xuan, so doting on their own, elm head a bit, but it does not hurt.

Besides, a person's life is long.

Only feelings that can stand the test are true feelings.

He respects himself and, in the end, loves himself.

As long as he does not want things, he will not force, such a peerless good man, the world is also unique.

However, the heart of Qin poetry is also sad, after all, she and Lin Xuan are nominal husband and wife, just one step away, is worthy of the name of husband and wife.

The round house is an account for him and a consolation to his heart.

Is also his life, entrusted to him, his most precious to him.

Three years ago, we should have taken steps to deal with all this, but it has been three years in a flash.

No matter whether it is a kind of status or a step that must be completed.

Qin's poems and poems are all ready for psychological preparation, especially after the recent time when Wu Tianxing and Miao Kui have lowered her head. She is in a dangerous situation, and Lin Xuan is still desperate to rescue her.

Such a man, what is not worth trusting!

When Lin Xuan finished four dishes and one soup and brought the food to the table, he was still as if nothing had happened and said to Qin Shishi with a smile.

Qin Shishi stood up and walked to the table. Lin Xuan moved the chair away a little and asked her to sit down. Then, she sat down on the chair opposite Qin Shi Shi.

"Poetry, eat fast!"

Qin Shi Shi picked up chopsticks, and Lin Xuan put the dish into her bowl. "Come on, have a taste, or is it not?"

Qin Shishi pursed his mouth and gazed at Lin Xuan. He couldn't help laughing, "you big fool!"

Lin Xuan looked at the poems of Qin Dynasty with astonishment, "what's the matter?"

"Well, nothing, eat!"

Qin Shishi picked up the dish, put it into his mouth, chewed it up, and beamed, "mm-hmm, it's delicious. I'm really worthy of my husband. I'm the real chef."

"It's great. It's still that flavor. My husband, I've got a sense of crisis all of a sudden."

Lin Xuan looked at her suspiciously, "what kind of talk are you talking about?"

"Your cooking is so delicious and excellent. When I'm old, those little girls will be fascinated by you."

Lin Xuan can't believe it. This is what Qin poetry said.

At least never, Qin poetry never said such sour words, he coughed twice, "poetry, do you have a fever in your brain?"

"Is that your line? After all, there are thousands of little girls I've been fascinated by, aren't they? "

"Who called your husband me, so charming!"

Qin poetry quietly smile, charming smile, while smiling, said: "husband, you narcissism, or quite lovely."

"Well, it's not narcissism. It's self-confidence in the soul."

"OK, OK, confident, confident!"

Even if it is a dinner for two people, it is full of happiness, warm and sweet.

The two love each other, completely free of those mental barriers in the past, across the gap, wandering in the ocean of love, roaming in love fairy tales.

When you're full, it doesn't matter whether it's a mess or a leftover dish.

Lin Xuan got up, went to the side of Qin Shi Shi, took her hand and held her hand tightly.

Two people four eyes staring at each other, heart lake rippling endless ripples, is the sound of heartbeat, is the gorgeous flowers.

Qin's poems and poems are like beautiful brides in a new marriage. They are charming and charming.

Lin Xuan is affectionate and affectionate. He slowly pulls Qin's poems into his arms, lowers his head and kisses her forehead deeply.

Qin poetry did not refuse, but stood on tiptoe and offered warm lips

"Take a bath first."

Qin poetry whispered swallow language, almost attached to Lin Xuan's ears, whispered honey.

Lin Xuan's mind slightly awed, as if this moment, like the soul son was hooked away, he had a bad smile, "wash mandarin duck bath together?"

"Pooh

Qin poetry smile, slender jade hand, pushed him away, "do not, Lin Xuan, you bad, really necrotic, shame to death of others!"Lin Xuan grinned and said, "am I not ordered by my wife? Don't dare not! Go to the bath and go to bed early ~ "

his clear eyes seem to indicate Qin poetry, you know.

Qin's poems are full of emotion, panic, reserve and shame.

All kinds of emotions are intertwined and extremely complicated.

However, this moment, is happy, is warm, is willing.

She strode to the bathroom, bathed first, dressed in silk pajamas, went back to the bedroom and sat on the edge of the bed, like a bride waiting for the bridegroom to lift the red cap, rather than holding her little hands.

Even if Lin Xuan and I have been sleeping together for a period of time, I still feel nervous and anxious when I get to that stage.

She thought about it for a while. She took the lead in lying on the bed with her back to the outside of the bed. She took a few deep breaths in secret, waiting for Lin Xuan to take a bath and come to the bedroom. It seemed like ten thousand years.

After hearing the "dada Da Da" of Lin Xuan's footsteps, the heart of Qin's poetry "puffs" to bump around and jump wildly, and the heart seems to be coming out of his throat.

Soon, Lin Xuan lay on the bed, two people back to back, silent.

The more silent, the more suffering, it seems that no one would like to take that step.

This kind of feeling, like a master duel, is waiting for the other side to move first.

"Poetry, I know that from the first day I joined the Qin family, I have decided that you are my only wife and will never change."

Lin Xuan took a breath to himself and broke the silence.

"Well!"

Qin's poems and poems responded to a word in a concise and comprehensive way. His hands were tightly clenched and his palms were cold sweated.

"Along the way, we have shared weal and woe together. We have experienced too much and too much. Today, I don't regret it. I just hate that the time is too short and I love you not enough..."

Lin Xuan continued to say, confused and nervous.

The original Luo Feng said, the natural course is not so simple!

"Well!"

Qin poetry is still speechless, her heart bitter ah, secretly scolded: "your elm head, is not a round room? What's all that nonsense for? Can I not know you? What a wooden pimple. I'm so anxious... "

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