Madam, president loves you secrectly

With that, she withdrew the upper part of her body from Jun Xiao's arms, put her left hand on his shoulder, and raised three fingers to the sky with her right hand: "I swear, I will appear when you find me the first time in the future. If you call me, I won't let you call the second time."

After Jun Xiao's heart fell to the ground around her slender waist, looking at her such a playful and lovely look, she was really out of breath.

"Poof, come on, I'm not angry. You're at a loss if you swear so."

Song Manxi tilted his mouth and didn't answer.

Jun Xiao loosened her and walked out of the bedroom. Then he saw her handbag still on the sofa.

He was in a hurry just now. He didn't see it. His handbag is here. Where can people go?

Jun Xiao took off his suit coat and threw it on the sofa. Song Manxi followed.

After Jun Xiao changed his leather shoes into the most comfortable wool slipper, he went to take her hand and held the soft hand tightly: "you just said you were barbecue. No wonder I would be filled with a burning smell in this room. Won't you burn the meat?"

When he said this, he also took a tone of ridicule at her. He felt very stable over the years, and the dialogue was ordinary and natural.

"Er, this," Song Manxi rubbed some messy five black long hair and said in a bad way, "these people are not good at, right? So, I have tools and materials, but in the final analysis..."

Here, her words stopped, and her big eyes looked at Jun Xiao like begging.

Jun Xiao bowed his head incomprehensibly and asked her, "huh?"

Song Manxi's heart was horizontal and said, "I can't build a fire. It's too difficult. I've tried many times, and each time it will fall down. I've been piling it since the sun sets, until you come back."

The pale explanation was not enough, and she added a few words with great perseverance: "you can't blame me. Although I used to do this at Grandma's house and raised the fire, it was a stove and a fire. I really haven't tried."

While she explained, Jun Xiao listened and nodded, regretting and regretting: "so I'm busy working during the day and can't even eat the love snack made by my wife at night."

"No, I, if I cook a dish and cook a meal on weekdays, it's OK. My cooking is still good, okay?" she only focused on refuting Junxiao's superficial words, but didn't pay special attention to the key points in Junxiao's words.

"Well, so, when will my wife go with me to get a nine yuan nine book?" Jun Xiao expressed the key point of his words without face and skin.

After being molested, song man, who didn't know himself, reacted, his eyes widened: "are you proposing to me?"

"Well, you implicitly admit that you are my wife."

Song Manxi suddenly changed his face: "Jun Xiao, I solemnly tell you that you dumped me so hard. If you catch the mistake of my sentence, you want me to spend nine yuan and nine. It's not that simple."

Song Manxi said and poked his chest with his fingertips.

"How can you agree with me? Otherwise, I kneel down and you nod." Jun Xiao grabbed her hand and said piously and sincerely.

"Who wants your knees?" Song Manxi snorted. What she wanted was his one knee kneeling, the standard version.

And there is a particularly high-profile one for Gu mingshuang, the one they see.