Chapter 502

On purpose?

Mingming communicates so well in the bathroom on the first floor. He knows what he asks and what she answers.

Except for Song Zi's answer, it's just that the boss doesn't want to talk to Song Zi more.

Lin Man Yue knocked on the edge of the bed again: "Dong Dong Dong?"

Sheng hanxuan thumbed her lips and said, "I love you, too."

Lin manyue

She's asking "what's going on?" not "I love you so much."

The doctor just reminded us to speak less, not to say a word, or we would be dumb.

It's OK to bear to say a word. When he was ready to open his mouth, he forced it to close.

"Shh, protect your voice. Let me know what you want, and I'll get it for you."

Does she want anything?

There is nothing for the time being.

If you want to speak, you can't speak with your lips pressed.

Lin Man Yue knocked on the edge of the bed: "Dong Dong."

"Want to kiss me?" Sheng hanxuan approached her, "you are sick, I will certainly meet your little wish."

What the hell?

What she wanted to say was, "get out of the way."

Forget it, Lin manyue gave up using percussion to communicate with him.

Anyway, no matter how many sounds she made, he would only say what he meant.

He fell on the bed and he was up there, kissing her gently on the lips.

Not deep, just a kiss on the lips.

After a while, instead of kissing her on the lips, he moved to her neck and gently kissed her throat.

The throat under the skin is a little sore. It hurts when you swallow water.

Outside the skin, his lips itched.

Pain and itch intersect, there is a feeling on the neck that can not be described.

Midway, Sheng hanxuan stopped, chin against her shoulder, said in a hoarse voice: "if a child falls or where it hurts, his adults will tell him, if it hurts, I'll blow it for you. Little thing, do you have a sore throat

Nodding must be painful.

I want the doctor to prescribe painkillers for her, but she didn't mention it because there are so many.

It's not like cutting skin on your hand.

When you have a sore throat, the whole head follows.

"Pain, then I give you blow, give you Huhu." Sheng hanxuan didn't lift her head. She continued to kiss her neck, blowing and snoring.

The heat gathered around her neck and turned into an invisible plaster to relieve pain, wrapping her throat.

It seems that it doesn't really hurt.

It's also effective to cheat children.

What photos, what women, what secretly photographed, in Sheng hanxuan so careful treatment, she did not have other thoughts.

Toilet paper is used a lot. Maybe water has been spilled on the table for washing.

You can't think about toilet paper in that way. You need to reflect on your impure self.

In a word, Mr. Sheng has his business to do. He can't tell her everything. She can't be suspicious!

Between husband and wife, trust first!

In the world, can't find a deep nod, Ren Jiaqi echoed: "don't want to be involved, the buyer who pays is not a fool, just get a deck car."

This... Ren Jiaqi said casually, is the truth.

Lin manyue asked Xiang Yilun. When he went to buy eggs, the dead old man did fake the license plate.

Ha ha, it's said that the old man is so selfish that he won't leave a handle to outsiders.

Seeing off Ren Jiaqi, Lin manyue returns to the house and sends a message to Xiang in turn.

In the evening, Xiang Yilun came back, saying that he got off the plane and took Lulu back to Xiang's home.

The situation here is too complicated. Zhang Donglai is a local villain, and the Xiang's Red River forces abroad are beyond Zhang Donglai's interference.

be beyond one 's grasp.

"Do you need me to ask you for clues about your biological father?"

"No need."

Lin Man Yue didn't know why, but she refused.

"Ask, while the old man is still alive."

"Didn't he lose his memory? Ask a fart"Amnesia yes, but isn't he still very repentant to his daughter? It might be related to memory. "

"Whatever you want."

"That's all my uncle can do for you."

"Go away."

Put down the mobile phone, Lin manyue laughed.

If you don't laugh, you'll have a sore throat.

The biological father does not know which angle in the world, the enemy father is still in the mental hospital, does not worry about food, does not worry about clothing, does not rain, does not blow.

It's a little hedonistic, like retirement.

It's just that there's no freedom.

Lin Chengli wants freedom? Dream!