Rebirth, the character of Baifumei cannot fall

When they reached the corner of the second floor, Song Jiajun grabbed the angry little girl in front of him and trapped her between himself and the wall.

"What's wrong? Are you so angry? I didn't provoke you!"

Song Jiajun lowered his head, and the two of them were nose to nose, and the man's breath sprayed on Lin Wanyue's face.

Lin Wanyue didn't know what was going on. They had been together for a long time and had done more intimate things.

When it was so ambiguous now, Lin Wanyue couldn't help blushing.

"You... don't be here... my parents are downstairs!"

Hearing the voices coming from downstairs, Lin Wanyue's heart almost stopped, and her hands slapped Song Jiajun like a seal clapping.

Song Jiajun put the little girl's hand around his waist, "It's okay, I observed, we can't see it here."

Lin Wanyue didn't dare to gamble. Even if she couldn't see it now, what if someone went upstairs? Isn't this a complete social death scene!

Song Jiajun held Lin Wanyue's waist and pulled her forward, their bodies pressed tightly together, "Baby, tell me, why are you angry with me?"

Lin Wanyue couldn't stand it, "I say, I say, let me go first..."

"No, just say so."

Lin Wanyue had heard Shuhe and Chunsheng say they were going upstairs to sleep, and was afraid that if she kept dawdling, she would really be seen.

"It's because you made too much noise at night! My mother just said... let us pay attention to safety, don't..."

Song Jiajun couldn't help laughing, but was covered by Lin Wanyue.

"Shh!! Don't make a sound! Why are you laughing so loudly? Don't let my parents hear it!"

Lin Wanyue was also convinced that she was sneaking around at home with her boyfriend who was open and aboveboard.

"It's okay, there's a cartoon playing downstairs!"

Song Jiajun bent down and lifted the little girl's buttocks, and with a little force, he held Lin Wanyue and sat her on his arms.

Then he went upstairs in two steps.

Lin Wanyue was startled, and her arms tightly wrapped around the man's head, hugging him tightly.

At this angle, half of Song Jiajun's face was sunken in the softness.

Lin Wanyue sat on Song Jiajun's arm and struggled slightly.

"Don't move." Song Jiajun's voice was a little hoarse.

Lin Wanyue didn't dare to move for a moment, for fear of irritating Song Jiajun and falling to the ground again.

Song Jiajun carried Lin Wanyue into the room, kicked the door shut with his foot, and put Lin Wanyue on the bed.

He leaned over and pressed down, supporting Lin Wanyue's side with both hands, his eyes full of lust.

"Baby is a good baby, we must strictly abide by mom's words, pay attention to safety!" Song Jiajun raised a sly smile at the corner of his mouth.

Lin Wanyue's face immediately turned red, and she pushed Song Jiajun, "Don't mess around..."

However, her resistance seemed a little weak, and Song Jiajun's eyes made her heart beat faster.

"No, I'm just doing business..." Song Jiajun whispered, and then kissed Lin Wanyue's lips.

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Lin Wanyue opened her eyes again at noon the next day. She felt that she was too decadent now.

Since she had made substantial progress with Song Jiajun, there was basically no morning. Every time she woke up, she went straight into the afternoon.

She moved her body, and the soreness between her waist and legs made her gasp.

What did the dog man do last night? He is almost 30 years old, how can he still have such good physical strength?

Lin Wanyue glanced at the trash can. Very good, five.

He is really a person. Sooner or later, he will die in his hands.

When Lin Wanyue was cursing and getting dressed, Song Jiajun also went upstairs to call Lin Wanyue to eat.

"Get up, baby, it's time to eat."

It would be better if Song Jiajun didn't say anything. Lin Wanyue was even angrier when he spoke.

Without caring what was in her hand, she threw it at Song Jiajun, "You still have the nerve to call me to eat, I don't even have the face to go down to eat!"

She came down to eat at this time for two consecutive days. Except for Chunsheng and Xiaorizi, who knew what happened?

This was a disguised public execution.

"Don't worry, uncle and aunt took Chunsheng to the old house to find grandpa early in the morning. They said they would come back in the evening. There are only two of us at home now."

Hearing that her parents were not at home, Lin Wanyue breathed a sigh of relief.

Although she was an adult, a 19-year-old adult and a 29-year-old adult were two different concepts.

Who would not be embarrassed by such a thing, except this shameless person in front of her.

"Give me the clothes!"

Song Jiajun only remembered at this time that he was holding the clothes that the little girl had just thrown over.

When he was about to return it to Lin Wanyue, he suddenly realized that he had never seen the clothes in his hand before.

When Lin Wanyue saw the clothes, her alarm bells were instantly raised! Who found this clothes?Come on!

Song Jiajun used his index finger to pick up the two shoulder straps of the clothes, and there was a distance of two people between the two people.

Song Jiajun took the clothes and measured them. The length was just right to the girl's thigh.

"You take it!" Lin Wanyue rushed forward to grab it back.

Song Jiajun turned his hand and moved the clothes away from the girl's sphere of influence.

"Baby, when is this pajamas from? Why haven't I seen it before?"

Lin Wanyue's face flushed red, and she reached out to grab the clothes from Song Jiajun's hand, "Give it back to me!"

I'm going to die, it's all Xu Silin's fault. When she went shopping before, she insisted that a woman's wardrobe would always lack a sexy pajamas.

She didn't know why she had a brain twitch at the time, so she listened to that girl and bought this nightgown.

After returning home, she felt so ashamed no matter how she looked at it, so she hid it in the back of the closet.

She remembered very clearly that she had hidden it, so how come the one she just grabbed was this skirt! !

Song Jiajun deliberately held all the clothes in his hands and raised them high so that Lin Wanyue couldn't reach them.

"Song Jiajun! Hurry and give them to me!!"

Song Jiajun held the little girl in his arms, and rubbed her waist with his big hands, "Calling me by my full name? Sure enough, there is something wrong."

"What's the problem? Don't talk nonsense here. I just bought a nightgown and didn't like it anymore. It's no big deal."

"Really? When did baby like this kind of...thrifty pajamas?"

Lin Wanyue smiled awkwardly. It sounds good to say that it's thrifty. The fabric used in this nightgown is not enough to make a big pair of pants.

"I bought it on a whim. Now I don't like it. Let's throw it away. It takes up space at home."

Lin Wanyue said as she continued to reach for the nightgown in the man's hand.

"Don't throw it away. It's so wasteful! I bought it. Why don't you wear it for me?"

Song Jiajun has a good eye. This little nightgown must look great on the little girl.

Of course Lin Wanyue couldn't agree to it. Putting aside the question of whether it was shameful or not, if she wore this nightgown, she would not be able to leave the room this afternoon.