Dear Mr. Shi

Before dawn, Wen Zhaozhao woke up. When I opened my eyes, I found that Annuo was also awake, looking at him with steadfast eyes.

Even if they have been married for a while, they have done the most intimate things many times, but they haven't become a relationship like an old couple.

Wen Zhaozhao was a little nervous under Shi Annuo's gaze, only feeling dry and dry.

As a result, she shyly stretched out her tongue to moisturize her lips, and without waiting for her tongue to leave her lips, she was wrapped up by Shi Annuo's tongue.

"Well, I haven't brushed my teeth yet...not so good...well..." The intermittent voice overflowed from Wen Zhaozhao's mouth.

Shi Annuo's lips left her lips, using the kind of **** voice that belonged to the morning: "I'm afraid I dislike you for not brushing your teeth, because you also dislike me for not brushing your teeth..."

"Of course not!" Wen Zhaozhao quickly denied.

"That's it!" Shi Annuo finished speaking, his lips moving straight in again.

Not only that, his body was also covered up, and at the same time, his hands were not all covered by the ground and moved away from her body.

The big hot hand seemed to be on fire, making Wen Zhaozhao all numb. She raised her hand and gently pressed Shi Annuo, wanting to move to her own hand: "Annuo, it wasn't that last night... it was already... you Why..."

"Last night was last night, and morning was morning," Shi Annuo bit her infamous earlobe: "Could it be that if you had dinner last night, you can skip breakfast in the morning? Huh?"

This, this... Wen Zhaozhao doesn't know how to answer. Under Shi Annuo's provocation, the whole person is already weak and weak, turning into spring water, letting him do whatever he wants...

Song Qinghuan asked Aunt He to call Shi Anuo and Wen Zhaozhao to have breakfast in the morning, only then did they know that neither of them had returned to the floor last night.

After eating breakfast, when Song Qinghuan was about to call Shi Annuo, Shi Annuo and Wen Zhaozhao came back. The two of them were sleeping in the open without washing or changing their clothes. They looked a little embarrassed.

Moreover, when he saw Song Qinghuan and Jin Lin, Wen Zhaozhao seemed a little embarrassed, as if he had become a bad child.

Jin Lin looked at the back of the two of them preparing to go upstairs, grinning openly, and said, "It seems that I was looking for excitement yesterday and went to the field."

puff! ! Song Qinghuan almost spewed the porridge from his mouth.

Wen Zhaozhao's face blushed to the root of his ears, and he almost ran upstairs like an escape.

Shi Annuo coughed dryly, then looked back at Jin Lin with a false and serious look: "Auntie, Zhao Zhao is thin-skinned."

Jin Lin waved her hand: "I see, I feel sour. Go take a bath."

Shi Annuo turned around and was about to take a step, when Jin Lin said again: "I don't know if anyone has been photographed. The first two people have taken a group of photos and put it on the Internet. It's amazing, I want to see it!!"

Hearing this, Shi Annuo looked depressed.

He almost fell, and her aunt's brain hole was too big. They were in the tent but in the middle of the night. He didn't hear the sound of the car. He believed that no one would be full, so he walked there to take pictures.

But Song Qinghuan couldn't help it anymore, pounding the table and burst into laughter.

Shi Annuo hurried upstairs following Wen Zhaozhao, and then Jin Lin was okay, turned out a group with her mobile phone, and handed it to Song Qinghuan: "I didn't lie to you. If you don't believe me, check it out. WeChat Moments broke out.

In the end, Song Qinghuan was unable to do this group of photos because she received a call from Shi Yuhan.