Flash marriage president is too dominant

The next day, when Feng Yiting opened his eyes, it was just a little bright.

Feeling the tenderness in his arms, his heart fell to the ground again. He gently hugged her in his arms and couldn't help but kiss her gently in her hair:

If only she could always be so good by her side? A woman is so assertive. It's really not a good thing!

He just didn't have time to clean up his past tail, but she backed out? Now, did she just wait to grab his little tail and run away?

The thick finger belly gently scraped on her pink cheeks. Feng Yiting suddenly missed the figure shuttling for him in the kitchen. Is the quiet company the so-called quiet years in poetry and painting?

However, before he could grasp it, she was like the fading tide?

Turning over, Feng Yiting felt a box of cigarettes from the bedside table, smoked one and lit it.

In his sleep, he also vaguely smelled some choking breath, wriggled uneasily and "coughed" twice. Ji Qianyu instinctively looked at the natural warm source and leaned back. Half of his body lay greedily on his side, with one arm across his waist. Like a shrimp, he curled up his body and arched hard:

"Well, don't..."

"So tired, let me go, let me go ~"

The head tilted in a direction and adjusted the most comfortable position. Ji Qianyu hummed and fell asleep again.

He snuffed out the cigarette butt, and Feng Yiting waved in front of her to disperse the slightly thick smoke, like stroking her favorite pet. He raised his hand and gently stroked her hair:

"What should I do with you?"

Looking at the gentle and soft, small temperament is so just and hot!

It's just a few old photos. What happened? He deleted the photo, he changed the password, but she also changed?

He stroked it under his palm. He thought of something. Feng Yiting's sight fell back to his side again. Instead, he picked up one side of the mobile phone, turned on the night light at the head of the bed, adjusted the angle, took a few photos, chose the safest one and saved it in the photo album.

Then he slowly moved down, hugged her in his arms, and involuntarily whispered, "yu'er --"

In his sleep, I don't know whether he really heard it or was talking nonsense. Ji Qianyu really should be in harmony: "Hmm ~"

"Don't leave me, let alone betray me!"

Whispering, Feng Yiting closed his eyes: "don't let me down, I'll hurt you all my life!"

She is his wife. He wants to work together all his life!

This time, it was a deep and dead silence that responded to him.

In a trance, Feng Yiting slept again, while Ji Qianyu, vaguely, actually heard it, but thought he was dreaming.

When Feng Yiting opened his eyes again, the breath in his arms was still calm and uniform. He slowly put her away and covered her with a quilt. Then he crept to wash.

After looking at the time, Feng Yiting gave up his plan to have breakfast with her and picked up his mobile phone.

He was about to go out. As soon as he turned around, he saw a pair of dazzling dolls on the sofa. He turned around, grabbed his ears, and he carried them out.

When she was tossed into the middle of the night, Ji Qianyu's physical strength obviously couldn't keep up. She slept in the dark. When she opened her eyes, her whole body was sore as if she had been beaten violently.

Oh, my God! It's nine o'clock!

Ji Qianyu couldn't help crying: Fortunately, she can be lazy occasionally in her work! So can toss, ordinary people who serve?

After finishing quickly, Ji Qianyu grabbed her bag and was about to go out. Her eyes inadvertently turned and she had crossed the sofa. She ran back and lifted the pillow on it and grabbed her hair in ignorance:

"Hey, where's my cute rabbit? Isn't it on the sofa? "

Turning around, she hesitated again, ran to one side, opened all the curtains, turned over the tatami, ran back to the sofa, and looked at the ground and cracks one by one:

"Strange! Where's my booty? "

Did you put it in the cloakroom? Did she go in yesterday?

Bumpily, she ran to the cloakroom again and went back and forth. When Ji Qianyu stood still in such a large room, sweat had already appeared on her forehead:

Where's her cute rabbit? Why not?

After knocking on the forehead, Ji Qianyu wondered if she was suffering from amnesia. Her sight fell again. A ball of plastic wrapping paper in the trash can suddenly came into view, and her steps stopped again:

packing bag? Must have brought it back! That's right! Who moved her rabbit?

After wandering around again, she gritted her teeth: who else can there be in this house except her?

While walking out with her bag, Ji Qianyu took out her mobile phone:

"Feng Yiting, you bastard! Even if you squeeze me at night, you take my doll away without authorization? Give it back to me! "

At the other end of the meeting, an angry female voice suddenly sounded, and the huge conference room was suddenly quiet. The manager closest to Feng Yiting couldn't help laughing when he heard the voice on the phone, with a faint or heavy "smirk" or uncomfortable "cough"!

After roaring angrily, Ji Qianyu also felt a little strange. He looked at his mobile phone, suddenly shivered, and his momentum suddenly wilted:

"You... What are you doing?" Why does she seem to hear a lot of people's voices?

"Baby, I'm in a meeting!"

Ji Qianyu's head boomed, raised his hand and pressed the hang up button. At the door, he paced his feet, and his face turned red into a persimmon:

attend a meeting? attend a meeting! faint! What does he answer for the meeting? What did she just say!

When she looked up, she saw two things like rabbit ears in a dustbin not far from the car.

After walking slowly, Ji Qianyu saw that in the big trash can, two cute rabbits were all ripped out, and the trash can outside was a collection of garbage. At this time, the corners were contaminated with dirty things, and cotton wool was exposed in some places.

Staring, Ji Qianyu was almost mad:

This black sheep, who provoked him? Take it out on her doll! I hate it!

Swearing all the way, Ji Qianyu rushed to the company. As soon as I entered the door, I saw a bunch of delicate pink tulips on my desk, with a cartoon rabbit on it. The rabbit held a card in his arms:

[Yuer, good morning! Have a good day!]

The signature is a letter "t"!

"Feng Yiting! Good mood, big head! "