Snatch marriage with love: I'm afraid of the dark husband

Han Dong on the other end of the phone felt shocked and unable to breathe. He gasped like a fish pushed to the beach by the tide.

After taking a long breath, Han Dong found his voice: "Xiaomei, what did you say just now?"

"What happened to you just now? I said can you be my boyfriend?" Lome asked knowingly at the end of the phone, but the voice in the receiver was patient and waiting for Han Dong, with a trace of expectation and embarrassment for women.

"Of course not!" Han Dong smiled very happily. Finally, he felt that happiness came too fast. It was like a dream, so he stretched out his hand and pinched his leg. It really hurt. He was worried about whether he had hallucinations, so he asked LOM é for confirmation. "Xiaomei, is what you said true?"

"Really, it's more real than pearls!" Lome smiled proudly on the other end of the phone. She turned and looked at Qi Yu's villa opposite. It was still bright. The smile on the corner of her mouth couldn't help but be a little proud. She wasn't wanted by no one, and Han Dong's ability was no worse than Qi Yu.

On the contrary, Ling Yan, without Qi Yu, only a scum man like Zhong Jin wants her. He is still better than her, isn't he?

There's no need to feel inferior in front of her. "Xiaomei, I'm so happy, you know? I'm so happy. I like you for a long time. I fell in love with you at the first sight when I saw you..."

Listening to Han Dong's confession in the receiver, Lome was more happy.

"I know, I'm not stupid. How can I not know if you like me? I'm sorry to have kept you waiting for so many years. I'll never chase feelings that don't belong to me again!"

Lome's words successfully dispelled Han Dong's previous doubts.

Isn't that right?

Luomei put down, no longer like Qi Yu, but looked back at him. She was willing to associate with him. So, what else could he tangle with.

Last second, he was still in hell. This second, he has climbed to the paradise of happiness. Happiness comes too fast. Han Dong doesn't know how to be happy.

"Are you so happy that you don't know how to talk?" Lome doesn't want to spend more time with Han Dong. He doesn't talk. She's going to hang up!

"Yes, Xiaomei, I..."

"Well, it's getting late, go to bed quickly, pick me up tomorrow morning, and I'll go to work with you!" Lome has begun to urge Han Dong.

"Your body hasn't recovered yet..."

"It doesn't matter. If I feel tired, I'll rest. I don't want to stay at home alone. I want to stay by your side!" Lome's last sentence completely dispelled Han Dong's idea of asking her to rest at home.

"That's good!" Han Dong said on the other end of the phone.

"Good night!" said Lome at once.

"Good night!" although Han Dong was reluctant, he thought that her body was poisoned by gas and she was discharged early. It was time to rest. He had to hold back his thoughts and hang up the phone, but he was so excited that he couldn't sleep all night.

In the Lily Garden, Lome took down her mobile phone, smiled proudly at the corners of her mouth and looked at Qi Yu's villa opposite.

Ling Yan, don't you know I like Qi Yu? Then I'll let you see with your own eyes who I like now!

As long as you relax, it's time for me to attack.

After making the decision, LOM é's mood is much better. Liang Shengwei is dead, and she has nothing to fear. Next, just act according to the circumstances!

In short, Qi Yu is her!

Opposite Qi Yu's house, Ling Yan took a bath first and was lying in bed watching gone with the wind. Qi Yu quickly took a bath and came back without pajamas. He just wrapped a bath towel around his waist and came out directly.

"Why don't you wear pajamas?" Ling Yan looked at him suspiciously. "Be careful, you catch a cold!"

In early summer, the day was very hot, but the night was still a little cold. He took a bath and his pores were opened. At this time, the cold was most likely to enter the body. It would be bad if he caught a cold.

"Don't wear it." Qi Yu did it directly on the bed, pulled the bath towel around his waist, pulled the quilt over, and people got in, "anyway, it's going to take off, why bother!"

"You..." Ling Yan was about to say something. He had pressed himself. When he saw her holding a book in her hand, Qi Yu grabbed it, "look at gone with the wind again. Is it good? What is it?"

"So you didn't read the books in your study? When they were furnishings?" Ling Yan narrowed his eyes and looked at him as if he had discovered the new world.

But I know he is not such a person, because the books in his study are military, economic and philosophy, which are very abstruse, and even many are handwritten copies. It can be seen that he is not the kind of person who can buy books for appearance.

But why did he keep these famous novels in his study?

This is strange.

"Because these are for my wife to see!" Qi Yu threw the book gone with the wind to the bedside table.

With a snap, the book landed firmly on the bedside table.

"Like the Tess of the d'Urbervilles?" Ling Yan immediately remembered the Tess of the d'Urbervilles in his room in the sea blue manor.

But that book should belong to another person, a woman.

So why is that book in his room?

"That book is not mine!" Qi Yu gave her an ambiguous answer.

That book is really not his. It's one of the few things that Wei'er left him before he disappeared.

"I see!" Ling Yan wanted to ask Qi Yu whose book it was and why it was in his room.

But he didn't know how to ask. He knew very well that once she asked, the atmosphere between her and Qi Yu would change, and even the feelings between them would be affected!

This is not what Ling Yan wants to see, nor can she accept.

So she chose not to ask.

"All the novels I prepared are for you!" Qi Yu hugged her and tried to kiss her lips.

"Lie, what if you marry someone who doesn't speak good English?" Ling Yan doesn't believe that the novels she prepared are original English versions, both British and American. If you don't master English, you can't read them at all.

"No, my wife, must understand, wife, you have to believe my eyes!" Qi Yu said, having captured her lips and never gave her a chance to talk more.

But Ling Yan always thought about her words, so he took the initiative to respond to him and bowed slightly close to him. Qi Yu immediately couldn't hold it. He kissed away from her lips, bit her chin, and came to her snow neck as he wished.

"What if I can't speak English? Don't you want me?" after Ling Yan gasped for breath, he quickly asked him with a charming voice.

"Shh, at this time, we don't want to discuss this problem!" Qi Yu hung up and put his hand on her lips. "Yan'er, I chose you because you are you, not because of anything else!"

Ling Yan blinked and recalled his words. It seemed that he didn't understand some places, but he didn't give her a chance to ask again.

Ling Yan couldn't, and slowly fell under his caress. There was nothing else to do except to cater to him.