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 this?"
She tiptoed, circled around his neck, and took the initiative to hand it over.
When the lips touched each other, Jiang Yaojing's stiff body vibrated for a while.
She left gently, "Are you angry?"
Without waiting for Jiang Yaojing to answer, he said, "I wrote a diary."
Jiang Yaojing pressed his eyebrows calmly.
I didn't seem to have expected it.
She will take the initiative to say it.
Song Yunyun circled his neck and put her feet on her feet to press her chin against his shoulders. She rubbed her sexy neck lightly, "When I was writing that diary, I was only fourteen or fifteen years old, and I was in adolescence, and I still don't understand it.
What is love and what is love? When I have a hazy feeling of the opposite sex, after that time, I have long left this person behind me."
"Is that true?" Jiang Yaojing was half-believing and half-doubting.
"Yes, your behavior is strange. I accidentally noticed that you were angry because of that diary. I looked at it and then I realized why you were unhappy. I threw away that diary. For me, there is no memory.
It is necessary and has no meaning to save it. You are my future."
Faced with Song Yunyun's frankness, he was excited.
The eyes were pitch black, "Yunyun."
Song Yunyun looked at him, "Hmm?"
Jiang Yaojing pinched her chin, raised it slightly, leaned over and kissed her mouth.
From shallow to deep, hot to lingering.
His aggressiveness was too strong, and Song Yunyun almost stood firm. Jiang Yaojing hooked her slender and soft waist. Her waist was like a willow branch, soft and weak. As long as he puts a little force, he can break it.
He picked up the man and sat on the low cabinet by the window, pushed her legs apart, and stood between her legs.
This posture made Song Yunyun blush.
She nipped her pink lip, "It's not good to be here..."
Jiang Yaojing pulled the curtains casually.
Song Yunyun pushed him, "Wait a minute, I didn't take a shower."
"It's okay." Jiang Yaojing kissed her again, and carefully picked up the buttons of her collar, followed her delicate collarbone, and grabbed her white softness.
Song Yunyun bit his lips and endured it, while Jiang Yaojing attacked strongly.
All that remains is boundless waves.
Song Yunyun is as soft as water.
Jiang Yao and Jinglie are like fire.
This will surely be a lingering and boudoir event.
...
Twenty days later, good days are approaching.
There are three days left to divorce.
Song Yunyun's injuries have healed.
The appearance has been restored to the same level as before, but there are still a little trace of the wound, and you can't see it if you don't look carefully.
After applying medicine in the later stage, it will be basically completely cured.
Now that the wedding date is on the agenda, there are many things to do.
She tried her wedding dress and makeup yesterday and was satisfied.
No problem.
The wedding dress is a well-known foreign brand, customized style, and the style was personally selected by Jiang Yaojing. He knows his woman's figure very well and knows what kind of clothes she looks good in.
Although everything was arranged by Jiang Yaojing, as the wedding date approached, there were many things that she still needed to finalize in person.
Gu Ailin and An Lu were upstairs and decorating a new house. Song Yunyun was tired and lazily nestled on the sofa, lying in her arms, eating strawberries while fiddling with Transformers.
"Mom." Both pouted.
Song Yunyun bent over and sucked a piece of paper to wipe his mouth, stuffed the strawberry leftovers into his mouth, and brought him a big and red one.
The doorbell suddenly rang, and Wu Ma went to open the door. There were three tall and burly men in black suits standing at the door.
She also wore black sunglasses on her face.
They were wearing white gloves and carrying suitcases in their hands.
With a sense of oppression, Wu Ma was stunned by the scene, "Who are you?"