Sir Ares,Goodnight!

Perhaps in order to completely eliminate the possibility of their mistakes, the next day, Zhan hanjue will autumn lotus and tiger son received the emperor.

A family of three, living in a small suite inside.

Unlike the siheyuan in the countryside, which used to have a single bedroom, it is a courtyard and dam to go out. He lived with Jincao and avoided the same room with Qiulian,

Now Zhan hanjue and Qiulian look up but don't look down. Although they are husband and wife, they feel very depressed.

Qiulian thought differently from him.

She took him as her man, after taking a bath, wearing a thin suspender skirt, she held him from behind and said, "husband, you haven't slept with me for a long time. There was Jincao in the past. It's inconvenient for us to take care of him. But now... "

Zhan hanjue frowned at the smell of rosemary from her wet hair mixed with the fishmaid's natural smell.

He tried to hide the discomfort in his stomach. Bear in mind that he is Qiu Lian's husband and has the obligation to perform her husband's duties.

"Well." He frowned and nodded.

Qiulian stretched out her hand to unbutton his shirt. When her hand, with some rough friction, came to his delicate skin, Zhan couldn't help it any more.

Pushing her away, she ran to the bathroom and then vomited.

Qiulian stood at the door of the bathroom, Ai Ai sighed, "what strange disease do you have?"

After a long time, Zhan hanjue came out weakly and leaned on the sofa, "Qiulian, I'm sorry. You give me some more time. "

Qiulian nodded“ Well

She had no choice but to wait.

The couple had nothing to say.

In the evening, Qiulian comes to her son's room with a quilt in her arms.

A look of guilt appeared on Zhan hanjuejun's face.

Qiulian treats him well. He also hopes that he can play harmoniously with her, but he just doesn't understand why Qiulian is uncomfortable when she approaches him.

He stood up and walked slowly to the next room. He wanted to use his willpower to overcome his eccentricity, but when he got to Qiulian's door, he compromised again.

Quietly back to his room.

......

Without you, my world will collapse!

Yan Zhengling immerses himself in the bathtub, and his mind has been echoed with Zhan hanjue's heartless words:

"If you miss the chance, you should accept your fate."

"I have a good wife in my family. I won't do anything wrong to her. There's nothing wrong with Miss Yan liking me, but she can't control her emotions. It's wrong to let her develop. "

In the heart of Yan Zheng Ling, the bubble with a trace of hope seemed to be ruthlessly piercing, and her world began to snow.

Tears were streaming down her face until she found that her eyes were a little blurred. She was alert that her intermittent blindness had come to her again. Yan Zhengling did not dare to vent her emotions any more, and held her tears back with her head raised.

Quickly climbed out of the bathtub, a head of long curly hair wet on the back, that does not have any make-up mark face fresh as just peeled egg yolk.

Pure and charming mixed temperament in the sad face more charm.

Every time he lost his sight, Yan Zhengling asked Impatiens for help.

With blurred vision and ghosting, she clearly wants to call Zhan Fengxian, but accidentally presses the following name, Zhan hanjue.

Zhan hanjue frowned when he saw Yan Zhengling's telephone number.

Reluctantly connected to the phone, voice full of impatience, "Miss Yan, what's up?"

When Yan Zhengling heard the sound of thinking day and night, his memory was always soft and indulgent, and he suddenly became so alienated and impatient.

Yan Zhengling's tears fell.

Several times, he rolled his throat and stopped talking.

Zhan hanjue was stunned. "Are you crying?"