Chapter 183

"I'm sorry, I'm used to it!"

Lin Xuan has a indifferent attitude, and then goes to the bathroom, ready to give Qin Shi Shi a bath water.

Qin Shishi changed her professional clothes and wore silk pajamas. She walked slowly into the bathroom, smiling and whispering, "do you really prepare me a bath water?"

Lin Xuan was intoxicated when he smelled the familiar fragrance. He looked up and saw the poems of Qin Dynasty. Under the silk pajamas, the graceful figure and the curvilinear beauty sketched were faintly visible, which made him lose his mind for a moment.

"Pooh

Qin Shishi couldn't help laughing. Looking at Lin Xuan, he fiddled with the water in the bathtub and splashed it on Lin Xuan's face. "OK, I can prepare myself."

"Poetry, do you smell burning in the air?" All of a sudden, Lin Xuan sniffed his nose and asked about the poems of Qin Dynasty seriously.

Qin's poems and poems were not clear, but looked at him with astonishment, "what's burning?"

"That's my heart burning for you!" Lin Xuan held his chest and said affectionately.

Qin poetry ha ha ha smile, "OK, don't be garrulous, I take a bath first."

Lin Xuan Leng Leng God, "Er" one.

"What? Do you want to come together? "

I don't know if Qin's poems are intended to amuse Lin Xuan, or do they really have this meaning.

"Good!" Lin xuanba was not allowed to bathe in mandarin ducks with the poems of Qin Dynasty, and immediately replied.

"Hee hee, you want to be beautiful. Get out of here and don't get in my way." Qin Shishi pushed Lin Xuan out of the bathroom, then closed the door of the bathroom, leaned against the door of the bathroom and took a deep breath.

A pretty face, red, like a ripe apple, heart as if there is a deer in the wild.

She shook her head, confused in her heart, what happened to her?

Is this a sign of love? Did you really fall in love with him?

If he is such a waste all his life, then, he will have to live with such a soft meal all his life. Is this really what he wants?

However, for three years, why did she never show any love to Lin Xuan before?

Recently, she shows her love to Lin Xuan frequently.

Even taking the initiative to let him taste lipstick, she raised her hand to touch the vermilion lips, as if that trace of residual temperature still remained on the fragrant lips.

She slowly raised her slender white thighs, let the whole body soak in the bathtub, experiencing the softness of the water, holding water in both hands, splashing a few faces, waking up a lot.

In retrospect, it has been three years since I got married.

After all, how many three years does one have!

The 20th of this month is the third anniversary of his marriage. When Qin Shi Shi thought of the wedding anniversary, a trace of gloom crossed his face.

For other women, wedding anniversary is a memorable day.

However, the wedding anniversary of Qin poetry is a lingering nightmare.

In Dihao Crystal Palace, the most luxurious hotel in Shenzhen, holding that wedding ceremony has become the biggest joke in Shenzhen.

From that time on, Qin poetry and Lin Xuan were despised and humiliated.

A husband who "marries" himself is a waste!

For Qin's poetry, it was more maddening than scolding Lin Xuan's rubbish. She once thought that she had schizophrenia.

What about anniversary?

It's not that there are no two kinds of days, ordinary and ordinary.

She also more or less heard rumors outside, including Internet news media speculation, this month Imperial Palace opened a quota.

And learned from the imperial Crystal Palace, this quota has been obtained.

As a result, everyone began to participate in speculation, guess who is so lucky, got such a rare opportunity.

Qin Shi Shi's face showed a sad smile. Her heart seemed to be torn open that scar. She could even see with her own eyes that her heart was dripping with blood.

Because she knows that even if the quota of this imperial Crystal Palace is so precious, how many women are most looking forward to, but the lucky one will never fall on her head.

Not only because of Lin Xuan's waste relationship, three years ago it has become the biggest joke in Shenzhen. Three years later, she can only look at the happiness of others with envious eyes.

According to the exact information, the date of the banquet held by the opening quota of the imperial Crystal Palace was actually her and Lin Xuan's wedding anniversary on the 20th.

The coincidence in the world falls on the head of Qin poetry.

She even wondered who had deliberately chosen the day to mock her poor woman.

Thinking of this, from the joy with Lin Xuan just now, a drop of clear tears fell on her cheek, like pearls, dripping on the water surface of the bathtub, splashing with water.

Lin Xuan, why were you three years ago?If it wasn't for you, would my fate be different?

Are you willing to change for me today?

What will you become?

"Poetry, are you ok?"

As if Lin Xuan has been standing outside the bathroom, even if she changes a little bit, he can immediately predict.

Qin Shishi regained consciousness, quickly raised his hand, wiped the tears on his cheek, and immediately responded, "I I'm fine! "

Lin Xuan walked back to the room and looked at the double bed. He took down the bedding from one side and spread it on the floor.

He didn't know how long he was going to sleep on the floor, but if he didn't get the personal inspiration from Qin's poems, he would never go beyond the thunder pool.

With a burst of refreshing fragrance of bath milk in the room, Lin Xuan turned to see, Qin poetry in pajamas, bathing beauty, incomparable beauty.

Such a beauty, as if all the words praising beauty in the world, are hard to describe the beauty of Qin poetry.

Lin Xuan was dazzled and excited. It's hard to believe that such a beautiful woman is his own daughter-in-law.

"What's the matter? Is there anything on my face? " Qin Shi Shi raised his hand to wipe his cheek and said with a calm smile.

Lin Xuan consciously lost his temper, and quickly met with a smile, scratching the back of his head, "Hey, poetry, you are really beautiful."

Although Qin's poems and poems are praised for their beauty, their ears are almost cocooned. But for some reason, every time Lin Xuan praises her for her beauty, her heart is like a blooming lotus, incomparably beautiful.

A scholar dies for a confidant, and a woman is a countenance to one who pleases himself.

Listen to Lin Xuan's praise, as if more than all cosmetics, can let her heart, bloom brilliance.

"You're going to take a bath. Have you been floating recently? You're always glib." Lin Xuan's enthusiasm was hit by the poems of Qin Dynasty, which made Lin Xuan dare not rush forward. It seems that Qin's poems cross a line: stop tourists, stop here!

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