His Long Love

"Well, it's late. Go to bed." Meng Qingge said, "I will go to Mr. Fu's home for acupuncture tomorrow morning."

"Yes." Ji Wanzhou should say, "will you accompany me tomorrow?"

"Of course." Meng Qingge said, "I have asked for leave with the director. I'll make up for the part in arrears."

"Hard work for you." Ji Wanzhou said, "filming every day is so tired, but I still have to accompany me for treatment."

Meng Qingge picked her eyebrows, "don't you also go to work? Deal with so many things every day. OK, stop talking. Go to sleep. Good night. "

"Good night." Ji Wanzhou said.

A few minutes later, Ji Wanzhou said again, "wife, I want a good night kiss."

Meng Qingge frowned and decided to pretend to be asleep and ignore Ji Wanzhou.

Ji Wanzhou knows that she is not asleep, because Meng Qingge's sleeping voice is not the voice, "wife, I know you're not asleep. If you fall asleep, you will snore."

Hear the words of Ji Wanzhou, Meng Qingge frowns, will she snore in sleep? Why doesn't she know? Do you think you're asleep, so you don't know you snore?

Well, since Ji Wanzhou said that, she had to act like some, didn't she? So Meng Qingge began to snore gently.

"Poof..." A, season evening boat didn't hold back to smile, "wife, I lied to you, you never snore when you sleep."

Meng Qingge found that he was cheated by Ji Wanzhou, and immediately called out, "Ji Wanzhou!"

"Wife, I'm here!" Ji Wanzhou said with a smile, "wife, I want to kiss! I want a good night kiss

Meng Qingge stretched out his hand and pinched his eyebrows. He said helplessly, "Ji Wanzhou, you are mentally ill, but it doesn't mean you are a three-year-old child with mental retardation, OK?"

Ji Wanzhou ignored what she said and raised the volume, "I want to kiss my wife! Wife, I want milk

Suckling? What milk!

Meng Qingge's face was red, and he could not help his anger any longer. He stretched out his hand and photographed it to Ji Wanzhou, "eat your sister!"

Ji Wanzhou's tone is serious, "report your wife! I don't have a sister

Meng Qingge was impatient, but he was helpless.

Season evening boat is like a human body repeater, has been repeating a sentence, and a voice than a high, "wife, I want to kiss! Wife, I want milk

"Are you bored?" Meng Qingge was so annoyed that she had to touch the dark, reach out and touch Ji Wanzhou's face. Then she got up and quickly dropped a hasty and reluctant kiss on Ji Wanzhou's forehead, "OK! Give me sleep

Ji Wanzhou satisfied with the hook lip, "I haven't kiss my wife good night!"

Meng Qingge blows hair, "Ji Wanzhou, if you don't want to sleep, get out of here!"

Know Meng Qingge angry, season evening boat hastily convergence attitude, obediently came a sentence, "wife good night, love you."

Meng Qingge doesn't want to pay attention to him. He pulls the quilt and covers her whole head in the quilt. His face is full of resentment. This man is really annoyed! Do it! Good night, kiss a fart! Still sucking! Think beautiful!

The next morning, after breakfast, Ji Wanzhou and Meng Qingge went to Fu's villa.

Mr. Fu first reexamined his pulse and then began acupuncture.

Meng Qingge thought it was just a needle in his head, but he didn't expect that other bodies and body parts were all punctured, more or less.

Naturally, the head has the most needles, followed by hands and feet.

Even in the face, she was also punctured.

Meng Qingge looks at the season evening boat is tied into this appearance, eyebrows are congealed together, a sourness on the heart, and then ran out of the eyes.

Two lines of clear tears spilled from the eyes and ran down the cheek.

Mr. Fu finished his needling and wiped the sweat on his forehead with his handkerchief. "When the needle is finished, wait for half an hour."

Seeing Meng Qingge's eyes red and tears brushing, Mr. Fu's eyebrows gently raised Yang, "heartache?"

Meng Qingge felt that he was a little bit out of form. He quickly wiped his tears with his hand and sucked his nose. He didn't wriggle and replied, "yes, it looks like it hurts."