Hidden marriage sweet wife is so wild and overwhelming

Song Rao's response made Fu Sicheng cry and laugh: "every time I give you a gift, my attitude is very serious, okay?"

Song Rao glanced at him: "your attitude is serious, but it has nothing to do with whether things are decent or not."

"It's done. Have a look." Fu Sicheng handed the thing hidden behind him to song Rao.

"Household register?"

Song Rao looked at Fu Sicheng and quickly took it and opened it.

Fu Sicheng, head of household.

Song Rao, relationship with the head of household, wife.

Fu Yao, relationship with the head of household, eldest son.

Fu Sicheng said to her, "there are three people in our family. It's in a hukou book."

Song Rao holds the household register of a family of three. She has an unspeakable sense of sureness and belonging in her heart. She looks at Fu Sicheng and her mood is fluctuating: "I like this gift very much."

Fu Sicheng said, "it's just a little thin. When we have more children in the future, this book will be thick."

Song Rao glanced at him with a smile.

The sound of the water lasted more than ten minutes. Fu Sicheng opened the door of the shower with his short hair and warm air.

As soon as he looked up, he found song Rao standing in front of the mirror in the bathroom, finishing her hair. His hair wiping hand slowly stopped. Gradually, the wolf's eyes went up along the black silk on Song Rao's legs, followed by a tight in her abdomen. The dark eyes scattered aggressive light and wrapped song Rao into her own territory.

The tall body suddenly approached. Song Rao was picked up by the man from behind with one hand and his feet off the ground. The man's chest full of water stains was close to her back, hot. He attached to her ear and vomited: "dressed like this, is it to add members to the Hukou book?"

"You don't like tearing," Song Rao said.

Fu Sicheng's heart trembled, and he suddenly crisped: "I'll buy you a new one." he said, urgently putting the man on the washing table.

The moonlight hid in the clouds as if to lengthen the night.

The things on the washstand were overturned, and many fell to the ground and lay with the bath towel. I don't know whether it is hand sanitizer or song Rao's skin care water. It's everywhere. Even the faucet is carelessly not closed. It's really messy.

The shower in the shower was turned on and off for a while. Song Rao was drenched all over, and her back rubbed against the cool wall. Song Rao felt both ice and fire in the middle.

Hands clinging to Fu Sicheng's shoulder: "Fu Sicheng... I love you... I love you..." she told him again and again.

Fu Sicheng: "how much love?"

Song Rao smiled. The next second her face twisted slightly. He stopped to let her say.

Song Rao looked at him and opened her red lips: "I want to die under you."

Fu Si stroked her flushed cheek: "goblin."

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Song Rao has been away for three months. Everything in the camp is as old as before.

It's just that some things are missing. Maybe I haven't seen the lovely little guy come to his mother with a pillow on his back for a long time. Because his mother is not here, I can't see it in the future.

The day song Rao left, it suddenly rained heavily. The rose planted in succession was originally in good bloom. Yanhong grew here, which was noble and incompatible with this. But he was hit by the heavy rain, falling and dying.

Liansheng didn't go to rescue, so he stood in front of the window of the house and looked at the direction of the rose, and didn't let others rescue.

After the rain stopped, it was too sad to see.

Liansheng didn't take care of it, and no one was allowed to take care of it. They lived and died by themselves. Now there are many weeds, only a few trees are surviving, and there is no complete one.

In a short time, it will return to the way it was before the roses were planted. No one will know that such beautiful roses have been planted here, as if they never existed.

The second floor cabin where song Rao once lived was locked and no one could enter. Even Sheng himself didn't go in again. He wouldn't even pass in front of the house. He didn't know that the pistol he gave song Rao was left on the table, in this place and returned to him.

Not two days after Song Rao left, Liansheng returned to Thailand. He lived for three months and hasn't returned to the camp yet.

A grand wedding was being broadcast on TV, which stopped Lao Liu who was just about to turn off the TV and get ready to go out.

Immediately turned to look upstairs, and then turned down the voice.

Three months later, Lao Liu saw song Rao and the little guy he missed and remembered again.

You look great in a little suit. Lao Liu smiles.