The Sweet Wife of the Seventies

"Where's the little sister-in-law?" Qiu Haoyu asked as he walked in.

Or did he come too early and the little sister-in-law didn't get up? However, looking at Yang Yunhai's desire and dissatisfaction, it should not be that he was too strong to get out of bed last night.

If Gu Lingling knew what was in his heart, he would roll his eyes.

There is too much drama in the heart of this product.

The whole person stopped as soon as the voice fell.

Lying in the trough, Yang Yunhai, an old man, is eating tender grass in an old cow.

Yang Yunhai, "..."

Is he old?

With a dark face, Qiu Haoyu was carrying away.

"It's too early. Go back first." It's not only eye-catching, but also can't talk.

What do you mean he is an old cow eating tender grass?

Yang Yunhai was a little concerned about his age, especially his girl in the past two years. She has grown more beautiful. She is the kind of beauty that people can't see anywhere.

Yang Yunhai couldn't wait to pack her up and take her home, and never let her go out again.

Now, being said by Qiu Haoyu, I feel even more depressed.

What do you think of this second-class goods? How annoying.

"Hey, hey, don't." Qiu Haoyu shouted hurriedly, "can't I be wrong? I apologize, I apologize to the head office."

Is it useless to apologize?

My heart has been hurt.

So, throw people away quickly and close the door.

It's almost done at one go.

Qiu Haoyu touched his nose.

Stingy, too stingy.

"Isn't that bad?" Gu Lingling said.

"Nothing bad." With a dark face, Yang Yunhai turned around and asked her, "am I really old?"

After all, I still care.

Gu Lingling pursed her mouth and smiled. She walked up to him and held his handsome cheek with her hands. "It's not tiring at all. She's not handsome. She's fascinated every day."

With that, he kissed on tiptoe.

She also cares that others say Yang Yunhai like this.

Her sea brother is a handsome sunny boy. How can he be an old cow?

"Really?" Yang Yunhai hugged her and tried his best to respond to her active kiss.

If he didn't have to cook and kiss those boys to have dinner at home later, he really wanted to be here and deal with this grinding little girl at this moment.

What kind of words are reserved for the wedding night? How did he get out of his mind and say such words at the beginning?

Regret, regret.

Gu Lingling had been kissed by him for a long time, and the whole person had been soft hanging on him, "Hmm, really."

Don't forget to nod seriously.

What a good girl.

Yang Yunhai kissed her on the forehead, held her to sit on her lap, and then gently patted her back until the feelings on their faces and bodies all dispersed.

Then I went into the kitchen again.

But now the kitchen is full of pink bubbles, and the two people cooked a meal in this sweet atmosphere.

Downstairs outside the window, Qiu Haoyu silently drew circles there.

It's really heterosexual and inhuman.

It's too much to drive him out like this.

When Liu Jun and others came, they saw Qiu Haoyu standing there kicking the teeth of the road. Several people couldn't help looking at each other. What's the matter with these two goods?

I told him not to come earlier, but I didn't listen.

Come so early, it's obvious that he wants to be a light bulb. It's strange that Haige doesn't kick him out.