After My Death, The Villain Blackened Again

At that time, Fei Jiayu could only hear outside voices, and saw these traces on Yange with his own eyes, only to know how cruel he was.

He was really anxious to go to work with his elder uncle right away.

Seeing the song shrinking, he was obviously afraid that he would see him. He resisted the anger and grief in his heart and picked her up and went to the bathroom.

He helped her clean her body carefully, and helped her clean up that place.

She kept her eyes closed, her body shuddering, her fingers pinched tightly together.

She was nervous, afraid, afraid.

She must be extremely helpless at this moment.

He bowed his head, kissed her face, kissed the bruises on her body, and even her flowers, he held the kiss slowly, the pious look was like kissing some holy place.

He moves very softly, like kissing a fragile porcelain doll. His expression is focused and infatuated. He muttered and said to her over and over again: "Mian Mian, you are so beautiful, you are so good, can marry you My blessing, I will be good to you, I will love you forever, and I will protect you from now on, I will always protect you. "

His kisses were lingering, and he hugged her, petting him softly, as if every attack was to please her, and every time to pet her.

"Mian Mian, I like you, I like you, I really, really, especially like you. Tomorrow, tomorrow we will get married, and we will be one family in the future. You and me, our two families, will depend on each other in the future, regardless of each other. "

"Mian Mian, Mian Mian, you are so good, so good ..."

Unlike the fierce fierce with Fei Yunze, this time Fei Jiayu and her are like a trickle, gentle, long stream, a love, she can even feel his infatuation with himself.

What men like most is to be a prince who can step on colorful clouds to rescue the fallen princess. They all want to be a savior subconsciously.

Men who have experienced strong winds and waves are no exception, and young calves who have just debuted are no exception.

Yan Ge rounded Fei Jiayu's neck, resting his head on his shoulder, and his face was crimson, as if he had been fascinated by his tenderness.

Afterwards, he knelt beside the bed and said to Yange: "Mianmian, Mianmian, I will pick up my male companions early in the morning, and the bridesmaids and makeup artists will come early. You can't oversleep at that time."

Yange lay on the quilt, turned his head and smiled shyly at him. He took her face and kissed reluctantly: "I want to sleep here with you tonight."

She blinked and whispered, "No."

"Then I will bear it tonight." He was very energetic, and just the one time just awakened the **** in his body.

Fearing that she was disgusted with this kind of thing, he didn't dare to do whatever he wanted. After venting it once, he didn't dare to continue. Even if he was uncomfortable, he just endured. "Mian Mian, Mian Mian, you are my woman, and I will protect you in the future."

She raised her head slightly and kissed him under the chin: "Hmm!"

His patience shattered between her kisses.

Holding her face and kissing again, lingering in her mouth, this sweet smell, he felt that he would not be greasy in his whole life: "Mianmian, Mianmian, you will be the most beautiful bride."