Hidden marriage wife, too provocative!

Looking at her cautious eyes and vaguely nodding her head, she seemed to agree with what she said.

Song Yunchi doesn't know whether to cry or laugh.

Marrying a beautiful wife feels like marrying a child.

The nature of mind is completely a child's nature of mind.

You can't argue too much with her at all, otherwise you will still hurt yourself.

forget it.

I'm a big man. What do you care about with her?

He raised his hand and rubbed her head. Song Yunchi sighed, "what you say is what you say."

I can't explain.

Blame him, too.

The impact of Xiao Yahan has not been completely dealt with.

I don't blame her for being angry until now.

After all, being provoked by women who call and send photos with a big stomach during pregnancy must be very angry.

She should be angry with him now.

If she is not angry, he should worry.

There's one thing she's right.

He is also responsible.

Xiao Yahan was responsible for the trouble, but he was also jointly and severally liable.

If he didn't pay attention at ordinary times, he wouldn't let Xiao Yahan have an opportunity, let alone let her take those misplaced photos.

From the beginning, he should eliminate the source.

You shouldn't be on the same occasion as her.

Lu Meng bit her lip, watched him get up and leave, and left in silence.

I didn't say a word more.

The bedroom door closed and became quiet.

In the air, it seems that there is still a clear male breath on him, which can't be dissipated.

Lu Meng scratched his head, lowered his eyes, looked at his sleeping son, and poked his face with his index finger, "Jingxing baby, do you think I should forgive your father?"

Jingxing was sleeping.

"He looks... A little pathetic."

Jingxing smashed his little mouth.

Lu Meng lay down again and leaned his head against Jingxing's small head. "Alas, it's so annoying."

A brightly lit hall.

Lu Yin tilted her long legs and sat on the sofa. Her suit and coat were thrown aside.

The black shirt unbuttoned a few buttons, casual and sexy.

Slender fingers, holding a cup of coffee, are gracefully lowering their heads and sipping.

Song Yunchi went downstairs disheartened. Lu Yin raised her eyes and glanced, "have you been driven down?"

Words, quite a smile.

Song Yunchi reluctantly stood up, "your original intention is to see me driven down?"

It sounds good to ask him to bring soup to Lu Meng himself. In fact, he just wants to see his joke.

That's all.

Who let him break Mengmeng's heart? As the eldest brother-in-law, it's reasonable for Lu Yin to be angry.

Transposition thinking, if Lu Yin hurt his sister, he would beat him into the ugliest pig head.

It's just a laugh. It's already very face saving.

What's more, Jingxing was surnamed song with the consent of Lu Yin.

He was very grateful to Lu Yin for this.

Sitting opposite him, song Yunchi sighed in a low voice, "brother, how long do you think Mengmeng will be angry?"

"How do I know?" Put down the coffee, Lu Yin picked up a financial magazine and looked through it.

That posture, quite a matter of self-concern, hanging high.

"You are Mengmeng's closest relative. You don't know. Who else knows?" Anyway, a high hat can be fastened first.

Song Yunchi smiled again and tried to flatter his brother-in-law. "Besides, you are the most adoring person. Why don't you know how to coax her? Brother, for the sake of my piety, just tell me. "