sweet strawberry love

Chapter 370 Is this person a chatterbox?

When Sheng Ying heard this, the raised slender hand under the quilt suddenly froze.

Sniffing carefully, you can smell the ointment inside the quilt, and the hands that are stiff in mid-air cannot move, and it is difficult to advance and retreat.

At this time, a big warm palm stretched out from under the quilt and pressed down on her hand, and he sighed, "Yakoko, you still love me after all."

Sheng Yingbu's face suddenly turned cold, she pulled out her hand, turned her back to Shangguan Yi, her soft voice was slightly cold, "You're thinking too much, I just don't want to bother the doctor in the middle of the night."

Under the warm yellow light, the man's sharp hawk eyes stared at the woman's flawless white back, and a pang of sadness rose in his heart.

It was like this every time, when he thought he could finally walk into her heart, a basin of cold water would pour down from the top of his head, penetrating the coldness in his heart.

Sheng Ying closed her eyes tightly.

The breathing behind her became very light, so light that she couldn't hear a sound.

There was a factor called embarrassment flowing in the air, Sheng Ying's limbs seemed to have become unconscious, only her brain was clear.

pat!

The lights in the ward were turned off, and the room was plunged into darkness for a moment, and all the senses were magnified at this moment.

The man's warm chest was pressed up from behind, and the long arms around her slender waist tightened, pulling her into his arms.

"Sakura, the average life expectancy of the Chinese is 75 years old. We are almost 40 years old. Half of our lives have been wasted. Let's live the rest of our lives well, shall we?"

The man's deep and magnetic voice is very low, with pleading and humbleness down to the dust.

This woman is the rib closest to his heart, he can live with her, and death is no different without her.

But now he is half dead.

Sheng Ying felt sour in her chest.

It is so easy to live a good life.

Shangguan Yi's big palm landed on the woman's round shoulders, trying to straighten her body, a voice without any emotional ups and downs sounded, successfully stopping his movement.

"I'm sleepy."

……

the other side.

Shangguan Tian returned home and turned on the phone.

Missed calls, text messages, WeChat messages... came one after another.

Almost every one has 99+.

These messages basically come from one person——

Ouyang Che.

The corners of Shangguan Tian's mouth twitched twice, and she clicked on WeChat.

Ou Niangniang: [Shangguan Tian, ​​why didn't you answer my call? 】

Ou Niangniang: [Smelly girl, if you dare not answer my call, you are doomed! ! !Why shut down? ? ? 】

Ou Niangniang: [Turn on the phone and call me back immediately. 】

Ou Niangniang: [Damn girl, are you deaf?Why didn't you come to my opening ceremony? 】

Ou Niangniang: [If I haven't seen you after the game, you're dead! 】

Ou Niangniang: [Shangguan Tian, ​​as long as you appear in the auditorium tomorrow, I can spare you. 】

Empress Ou: […]

Shangguan Tian slid her fingers, flipping through Ouyang Che's more than a hundred WeChat messages, talking to himself like a madman.

"Is this person a chatterbox?"

"Why don't I go, don't you have any clues in your mind?"

"Dead? If you dare to bully me, let my father beat you to death. Let's see who dies first!"

Shangguantian pursed his mouth, muttered a few words in a low voice, blocked Ouyang Che's mobile number, deleted WeChat, threw the mobile phone aside, then lay down on the bed and hugged the half-person-high Papagou to meet Zhou Yue.

As for Ouyang Che, who cares?
(End of this chapter)