Jiang Yaojing lowered his eyes and stared at her deeply.
Song Yunyun smiled, "What's wrong with you? Why are you looking at me like that?"
She stood on tiptoes, hooked her arms around his neck, and took the initiative to put her lips on his.
When their lips touched each other, Jiang Yaojing's stiff body vibrated.
She left gently, "Are you angry?"
Without waiting for Jiang Yaojing to answer, he said, "The diary I wrote."
Jiang Yaojing frowned calmly.
It seems that it was not expected.
She will take the initiative to say it.
Song Yunyun circled his neck and used her feet to rest her chin on his shoulder. She gently rubbed his sexy neck, "When I wrote that diary, I was only fourteen or fifteen years old. I was in adolescence and didn't understand.
What is like and what is love? When I have a vague feeling about the opposite sex, after that period of time, I have long forgotten this person."
"Really?" Jiang Yaojing was dubious.
"Yes, you behaved strangely. I accidentally noticed that you were angry because of that diary, so I took a look at it, and then I realized why you were unhappy. I threw away the diary. There is no memory for me.
It is necessary and there is no point in preserving it. You are my future."
Facing Song Yunyun's honesty, his heart surged.
His eyes were dark, "Yunyun."
Song Yunyun looked at him, "Huh?"
Jiang Yaojing held her chin, raised it slightly, leaned down and kissed her mouth.
From shallow to deep, fiery and lingering.
His aggression was so strong that Song Yunyun almost lost her footing. Jiang Yaojing hooked her slender and soft waist. Her waist was like a wicker, soft and weak, and could be broken as long as she exerted a little force.
He picked her up and sat her on the low cabinet by the window, spread her legs and stood between her legs.
This posture made Song Yunyun blush with embarrassment.
She bit her pink lips lightly, "It's not good here..."
Jiang Yaojing casually closed the curtains.
Song Yunyun pushed him, "Wait a minute, I didn't take a shower."
"It's okay." Jiang Yaojing kissed her again. He opened the button of her collar with a familiar hand, followed her delicate collarbone, reached in, and held her soft body.
Song Yunyun bit her lip and held back while Jiang Yaojing attacked forcefully.
All that's left is the boundless wave.
Song Yunyun is as soft as water.
Jiang Yao is as fierce as fire.
This will definitely be a lingering affair.
…
Twenty days later, good times are approaching.
There are still three days left before the wedding date.
Song Yunyun's injury has healed.
The appearance has been restored to almost the same as before, but there are still a few traces of the injury, which cannot be seen without looking carefully.
Later, after applying some medicine, it will basically be completely cured.
Now that the wedding is on the agenda, there are a lot of things that need to be done.
She tried on the wedding dress, makeup and hair yesterday, and she was satisfied with both.
Can't fault it.
The wedding dress is a well-known foreign brand, customized, and the style was chosen by Jiang Yaojing himself. He knows his woman's figure very well and knows what kind of clothes will look good on her.
Although everything was arranged by Jiang Yaojing, as the wedding was approaching, there were many things that she still needed to finalize personally.
Gu Ailin and An Lu were upstairs, decorating their new house. Song Yunyun was tired and lay lazily on the sofa, both lying in her arms, eating strawberries and playing with Transformers.
"Mom." They both pouted.
Song Yunyun bent over and took out a piece of paper to wipe his mouth, stuffed the remaining strawberry butt into his mouth, and gave him another big and red one.
The doorbell rang suddenly, Wu Ma went to open the door, and there were three tall and burly men in black suits standing at the door.
He also wore black sunglasses on his face.
They were wearing white gloves and carrying suitcases.
There was a strong sense of oppression, and Wu Ma was frightened by this battle, "You, who are you?"