Chief husband, strong love!

Yesheng Ting sat there quietly. That line of words made his mind empty.

A strange video looks like a virus advertisement.

But his mailbox never receives those messy things.

Moreover, although these words were very strange to him, he seemed to have a sense of familiarity when he looked at them.

He's breathing very shallow, very fast.

After a long time, download the video.

At one o'clock, what appears on the screen is himself——

The light in the video is very dark, only flickering candles.

At the beginning, the picture turned abruptly, and the lens moved around. It can be seen that it was secretly taken.

Take his back.

Standing in front of a birthday cake with only a pair of boxers.

He seems a little stunned in the picture.

Then the woman's light and smiling voice showed some cunning, "don't look at me, make a wish quickly."

"Childish."

"Make a wish when you are childish!"

Although his mouth said childish, he obediently blew out the candle, "it's OK."

The picture is black, but then the woman turns on the light.

She ran up to him and held him from behind before he found out. She didn't let him look back at the camera.

"Don't say what you wish just now. It won't work if you say it."

Yeshengting's temples jumped suddenly, and his head hurt more.

That voice, tone, familiar terrible.

Shen Enron's voice was a little lower and still clearly came out of the computer, "you didn't wish to be your daughter just now?"

He glanced at her stomach. "Do you need to make a wish for such a thing? It must be your daughter."

Night Sheng Ting pressed his temples, and the blood in his pupils seemed to overflow.

In the heart and brain, there seems to be something tearing strongly.

The feeling of insomnia for days and nights is like finding a vent in an instant.

His head seemed to burst, and his eyes still looked at the picture without blinking.

See she said he was painted on the cake

He picked her up, put her on the table and kissed her, "but I like it very much. Although I prefer..."

He himself is still with his back to the camera.

But the mischievous woman looked at the camera several times with a sad face and tried to struggle.

Finally, he pushed the cake aside and pulled her clothes off

The video is not long.

The picture ends with her coquettish sobs. The person has been held to one side of the bed by him and has not been photographed.

Yeshengting held her head in her hands. She was touched by the moment she met last night, together with the terrible feeling familiar in the video.

It all poured into his mind and tore.

The roar of pain made him a little unable to help himself.

The pupil and voice are turbid, struggling, even in a trance.

Along with those complicated feelings that poured into his mind, there were countless fragments that were slowly connected together.

The real memories are slowly integrated with the paragraph in the video just now.

Like memory finally opened a hole.

He couldn't breathe, and his big palm even moved from his head to his chest.

The feeling of lack of oxygen made him try his best to breathe, but there were only those pictures in his mind.

The first thing that came to his mind was that day.

He remembered all the pictures and what she didn't take.

He was so excited that he didn't even find her secretly photographed that day.

I kissed her so many times that I didn't care about the so-called gift in her mouth.

She has been the best gift of his life.