President Daddy is super strong

Sun Zhenzhen stared at him for two seconds. He put the pillow in his hand on his face. He said angrily, "I'll get the candle for you. Take it and roll quickly."

"No, what if I'm ill later?" Yang Yilin continues to lie on his back, just because he doesn't want to leave.

"What does death have to do with me!" With a furious scolding, sun Zhenzhen pulled his slippers into the bedroom, searched for a short candle in the dark, and threw it on Yang Yilin. "Get out!"

Yang Yilin's face looked worried. "That's all. It won't be long before it's burnt out. What can I do after it's burnt out?"

Sun Zhenzhen handed him a look that had something to do with me. He was determined to let him go.

Yang Yilin held the broken candle in his hand and said pitifully, "it was really a misunderstanding just now. I promise that nothing can be done. Please let me stay first. I'll leave immediately after a call. Otherwise, no one will know if I really die."

"Aren't there many warblers, warblers, swallows and swallows around you? Can you come and accompany you on any phone call? " Sun Zhenzhen is angry. He stares at him coldly by the dim light of his mobile phone.

"My cell phone is dead." I thought she would say that. He turned off his cell phone before going out.

Sun Zhenzhen helps his forehead, and is really half dead because of his anger. "Then you stay here. I'm tired. I'm going to sleep. Please call and leave consciously."

"OK!" Yang Yilin promised to be happy.

But Sun Zhenzhen was called back before he took two steps.

"Well, do you have a lighter? How can I light this candle? "

Sun Zhen is really going crazy. Angrily, he goes into the bedroom to find out the lighter for camping and throws it to him. Then he points to him and warns, "don't move anything about me, let alone disturb my rest, or I'll look good to you!"

As she said this, she waved her fist at him, held up her cell phone and went back to the bedroom. She slammed the door and locked three safety locks.

Listening to the sound of her locking the door, Yang Yilin, leaning on the sofa, squinted.

Really think a small door lock can stop me? Hum.

The small candle light swayed on the tea table, which set off his beautiful and feminine face to be more and more charming. His lips were gently hooked, and a greater plan was brewing in his heart.

······As soon as Sun Zhen climbed to bed, Su Yan called.

Staring at Su Yan's words on the screen of her mobile phone, her little heart beat hard.

There was a delicate smile on the corner of her mouth, and her fingers shook slightly to open the answer key.

Su Yanwen's soft voice came from all kinds of telephone receivers. "Really, did you sleep?"

Hearing his pleasant voice, sun Zhenzhen's little heart beat away, and his voice couldn't conceal his joy and excitement.

"Not yet, ready to sleep, and you?" Sun Zhenzhen's voice was full of shyness, especially thinking of how close he was when he untied the seat belt for her... "I haven't got it yet, I'm empty at home, I want to find someone to talk to for a while, and then I can't help but call you." The soft voice is like a subwoofer, and Sue and sultry.

Sun Zhenzhen purses his lips excitedly, holds the joy in his heart, and tries to be rational and calm.

"Then you mean, I'm your trash can. Listen to you tell me about your troubles?" Sun Zhenzhen joked.

"Why, you are my pistachio..."