Chief husband, strong love!

Shen Enron felt he was dreaming again.

The dream has no plot at all, leaving only intermittent fragments, which are all indescribable contents.

It's really annoying. I've been haunted since I strengthened that man

"Thanks... But you're so in tune with Monroe. Maybe he wants to marry his daughter to you... Oh, talk about it..."

When I woke up, I vaguely heard a familiar voice saying something.

When she opened her eyes, she saw that the man sitting by the bed was wearing a Bluetooth headset, with his long fingers buttoning his shirt buttons, slow and elegant.

It's just a side face. It's pleasing to the eye.

Shen Enron narrowed his eyes and felt a terrible hangover.

Thinking of filming today, she forced herself to sit up.

The man who hung up turned his head.

The curtain of the room was opened, and the light was very bright. The light falling on him spread a warm color of dawn.

She felt for no reason that the chill in his bones seemed to have been dispelled a lot.

Shen Enron rubbed his eyes. The pain on his body was unbearable. He hardly had to think about what it was because of.

She doesn't let go when she drinks too much, and she's not afraid of throwing up on him

"My clothes..." she held the sheet in front of her chest and gently sipped her lips.

She can't touch it under the sheet. It's terrible.

"What happened to the clothes?" Yesheng Ting was still sitting by the bed, his arms pressed on both sides, and his eyes were still very deep and dark.

The sight fell on her like an invisible net, leaving people nowhere to hide.

Shen Enron turned his head and wanted to get a dress nearby and put it on, even a bathrobe

But her eyes only saw the door, a pile of familiar colors on the ground, but she could not see the cloth of clothes.

That's, isn't that the dress she wore yesterday?

The sight on her body became more and more hot. She finally raised her head as a last resort, "ye Shengting, can you..."

Shen Enron looked at the face in front of him. His facial features were still beautiful, except that there was an unusual red on half of his face.

It is not a special hole, but it is also a defect that can be seen at a glance.

His face is allergic??

No, no

How do you feel beaten.

No, no one dares to hit him.

Or, who can beat him with a slap.

"On your face..." she looked at him with concern and pointed. "I don't know if it's allergy or what's going on. Do you want to see a doctor?"

The handsome face in front of him was suddenly cold.

He drew a sneer from the corner of his lips, sat closer, stared at her, raised his fingers and gently pointed back and forth on that half of his face, "don't you know how to do it?"

"I don't know..."

"You don't remember anything about yesterday?"

Shen Enron held the quilt and fidgeted, "yesterday, what happened yesterday?"

The unfathomable look of yeshengting made her feel that things were not simple.

She thought about it carefully. Perhaps the most outstanding thing she did yesterday was to kiss him with the strength of wine after being stabbed by his eyes at himself at the party.

But that doesn't explain his face.

Yesterday, sir?

She won't make any trouble again. Does he fight with others?

Mr. Shi doesn't look like a man who can slap him

Yesheng Ting glared at her, almost holding her head and racking her brains. He faintly spit out a sentence, "Mrs. Yeh doesn't admit when she wakes up. You're very good. Didn't you go out when you slept with me yesterday?"

"I, I sleep with you?!"