Although she had a premonition for a long time, Feng Yimo didn't expect that she would export. On the face, she didn't push her away. Between words, she was quite serious, but the euphemism was also the refusal of red fruit:

"Lanxi, I haven't divorced yet!"

"I don't mind! Mo -- "

looking up, the strength of his subordinates increased a few points, the bright red lips lured slightly Du, eager to kiss him, and the bottom of Yin Lanxi's eyes was even more undisguised initiative and begging.

[…… Who knows how many dirty women you met outside? I can't afford to die I said you were dirty! Don't touch me! "

Rino's roar suddenly burst into his mind. Conditionally, he turned his head and sealed the desert. Instead, he pulled off her hand and his attitude was cold:

" Lanxi, don't make any noise! You should know me. I hate it the most! "

Even if he loves her in his heart, even if he is impulsive again, as long as the marriage paper is still there, he will not touch her one more point, which is a matter of principle!

Bottom line, he won't touch it!

With a little shiver, Yin Lanxi suddenly realized that he had made a mistake:

Yes! His mother killed herself because his father was divorced. He would be abused, locked up in a dog cage, changed greatly in temperament, became indifferent and bloodthirsty, hated women After all, it was his father who betrayed the marriage.

This is the thorn in his heart, but also can't let go of the knot!

Lying in front of him, Lanxi dawdled in a coquettish way:

"I'm sorry, I'm out of shape, I'm just too scared to think clearly I want someone to accompany me. Mo, don't be angry with me, don't hate me, and sit for a while longer, eh? "

The woman in front of her body is thin and shows a kind of hidden morbid state, as if she can break all of them. She is really different from the healthy girl with sweet smile in her memory.

Feng Yimo's heart was soft, and his tone was unconsciously relaxed: "how could it be? Don't think too much! "

Lifting his hand, he caressed her hair fondly, as before.

In an instant, Lanxi smiled and squinted his eyes, looked up at him, and fell into memories: "before, you used to hold me like this, touch my hair, and I like to lean on your arms most, very comfortable and warm Mo, do you remember the past weekend when you were busy? I'll make coffee and bake biscuits for you. After that, we'll stay together on the sofa and watch TV. Every time we watch you, we'll make trouble. We'll kiss others secretly. What's the last TV show? I don't know every time Hee hee... "

I miss the feeling before!

"There was a time when you liked to eat melon seeds. Every time I peeled a lot for you, my nails were cracked Every time you hold my hand, you will be very sad to blow it to me. You also say that you will not let me do any rough work in the future. You should love me and take care of me for the rest of my life Only leave your hands to peel melon seeds. Now think about it, I'm glad to laugh! "

……

"Well!"

Nodded his head, but the thoughts of fengyimo had already drifted to a hundred thousand miles.

The woman in his arms is still the warmth, the familiar feeling, the familiar voice, the familiar taste and the palpitation of his heart. Why does he always feel something wrong?

In the past, every time he held her, he would be very impulsive; today, she took the initiative to give up, the moment instinct impulse, there is, but he really how all do not interest!

If we changed it to Reno now, he would have gone mad!

In fact, does he treat beauty differently? He also thinks that Lanxi in front of him is not as good as the goblin?

No, women, in his eyes, are always the same!

How about just that?

All kinds of beauties are around fat, swallow and thin. He has seen a lot. All of them are gold and jade. So, in his eyes, the most beautiful woman is also a bunch of white bones. In addition to hate, they hate!

In his world, only Lanxi is another!

She is pure and kind. She is not afraid of him. She will care for him, smile at him and give him warmth! His favorite, in front of his eyes, how can he think of her again?

That dead woman with no conscience, now I don't know where to count her small Treasury! How could he care if she thought he was dirty?

He's been run over by a car!

After a while of inexplicable agitation, he closed the desert and then returned to his mind. Then he heard Lanxi saying: "what do you think? How are you doing? "

I didn't hear what she said at all. Feng Yimo's face flashed a little flustered and embarrassed. Instinctively, he nodded:

"MMM!"

"You promised? Then next weekend, we will go to see grandma together! "

In a daze, Feng Yimo secretly called "terrible". At this time, if grandma saw her, she didn't know what she would look like!

Take back your hand, seal Yimo and think about it, saying:

"two weeks later! Recently, I have a big project to go online. There are a lot of things! You've just come back, and there must be a lot of trivia, so make arrangements first and be prepared a little bit! "

I don't know that I have recalled the past for a long time. In fact, most of Fengyi desert didn't listen to it, and didn't realize that his attitude was actually "dragging". Yin Lanxi thought that he had aroused his old love. He was thinking about himself, throwing himself into his arms, and nodded politely:

"MMM! Good! Listen to you! With you, I don't have to think about anything! My most yearning life is to have a happy home. In the daytime, I stay at home, plant flowers, cook a good dish in the evening, wait for my husband to go home and eat together... "

This is the "future" they described when they were together. The husband is responsible for making money and supporting the family, while the wife is only beautiful.

Once upon a time, this was indeed the "marriage" of the planning of Fengyi desert. There was a gentle, considerate, virtuous and quiet wife who could support a peaceful blue sky without wind or rain for her.

But at this moment, listening to her words, how could Feng Yimo not feel comfortable, and there was only a deep feeling - boring!

(it's also idle. If I work harder, I won't drag my husband down. Although it's very small, my husband can always work less hard! Besides, it's easy to go from thrift to extravagance, but difficult to go from extravagance to thrift Keep it like this. I'm really a rice bug [br >

a soft, sticky and sweet voice suddenly sounded in his ear. He once again came up with a small Treasury where he could earn rice and fill it when he was free. He grabbed it for N times. Every time, he could find out all kinds of little figures who were crooked and angry and spit blood. The lips of the desert could not help rising, but they froze on the way:

What's the matter with him? Is it evil?

He shook his head violently, sealed the inner madness of the desert, and forced his thoughts back: "won't such a day be boring?"

"Why? As long as you are with the one you love, it's fun to wait! "