Chapter 2964
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Huarong sits cross legged on the bed, gnawing at the chicken leg brought up by the Phoenix brocade.
The man leisurely walked over and opened the curtain.
The gold like sunlight spread all at once, and the room was full of light.
Huarong raised his head and looked at Fengjin leaning against the windowsill. His hands were encircled by his chest, and his tall back blocked part of the light and shadow. His face was clear and handsome.
Put the chicken bones into the garbage can, Huarong took out a paper towel, carelessly wiped his slender fingertips, and said: "if there are any problems, just speak up."
"When did I do it with you?" Feng brocade looks at her, Mou color is very deep, "I calculated the time, the day that the child is born with you and Yan Chuxi open a room date not to leave."
Huarong leaned leisurely on the head of the bed, stretched his hands and feet with long hands and feet, raised his eyebrows lazily and said with a laugh: "how can you really believe my words? You didn't go to the hospital for examination. Maybe I lied to you
She had a long ending, a florid charm in her voice, and she did not answer his questions seriously.
Feng Jin was cold and calm, "did you steal my essence / son?"
“……” Huarong was silent for a moment, shocked by Feng Jin's narcissism, "I can't see that you are still quite shameless."
"Because I can't think of a time when we had sex."
When Huarong was pregnant with Fengsheng and Fengge, they made the most of the trouble. She tried every means to divorce him. How could there be a time for peace?
There is also leisure in bed communication.
"Ah That one. " Huarong narrowed her narrow eyes and folded her legs. She pulled out a pack of cigarettes from the bedside table. Fengjin didn't know when she put a bag of lady's light smoke into his bedside table!
"You're drunk." Huarong said, "we did it once in the car. I wanted to go to the convenience store to buy Contraceptives, but the phone came -- "
Fengjin:" what phone number? "
The lighter snapped and lit, and the tongue licked the cigarette held by Huarong's red lips. She slowly breathed out a breath, and misty, she hooked his lips like a smile: "what kind of phone do you think it is?"
Feng Jin's brain flashed a fragment, slightly stunned - "at that time -" was not a dream?
He thought it was just a spring dream without trace, and he didn't even have time to recall what happened in that dream, because the flower family was bankrupt.
When he drove home in a hurry, he saw the empty villa next door and the dignified expression of the elders.
It turned out that in his constant anger in Huarong, even the last side refused to see him, in the night of parting, they were together.
His heart suddenly felt much better, and after nearly four years of depression, he finally faded away.
He was silent, drooping his eyes and digesting the information Huarong had just said.
When Huarong heard what he had not finished, she couldn't help laughing secretly: "why, do you still think it's a dream? Xiaofengjin, how grown-up are you? You can't tell the reality from the spring / dream? "
Feng Jin came over, pinched off the cigarette end in her mouth, smoked the cigarette in her mouth and threw it into the garbage can.
He looked down at her face, his eyes were very deep, and he said in a low voice, "do you want to know what kind of mood I had every day in those years when you left without saying goodbye?"
“……” Huarong took a look at him and shook his head decisively, "I don't want to!"
Feng Jin sneered, as if not surprised by Huarong's answer. She put her finger into her thick hair, held her back head, and kissed her lips with a faint smell of smoke.
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Huarong sits cross legged on the bed, gnawing at the chicken leg brought up by the Phoenix brocade.
The man leisurely walked over and opened the curtain.
The gold like sunlight spread all at once, and the room was full of light.
Huarong raised his head and looked at Fengjin leaning against the windowsill. His hands were encircled by his chest, and his tall back blocked part of the light and shadow. His face was clear and handsome.
Put the chicken bones into the garbage can, Huarong took out a paper towel, carelessly wiped his slender fingertips, and said: "if there are any problems, just speak up."
"When did I do it with you?" Feng brocade looks at her, Mou color is very deep, "I calculated the time, the day that the child is born with you and Yan Chuxi open a room date not to leave."
Huarong leaned leisurely on the head of the bed, stretched his hands and feet with long hands and feet, raised his eyebrows lazily and said with a laugh: "how can you really believe my words? You didn't go to the hospital for examination. Maybe I lied to you
She had a long ending, a florid charm in her voice, and she did not answer his questions seriously.
Feng Jin was cold and calm, "did you steal my essence / son?"
“……” Huarong was silent for a moment, shocked by Feng Jin's narcissism, "I can't see that you are still quite shameless."
"Because I can't think of a time when we had sex."
When Huarong was pregnant with Fengsheng and Fengge, they made the most of the trouble. She tried every means to divorce him. How could there be a time for peace?
There is also leisure in bed communication.
"Ah That one. " Huarong narrowed her narrow eyes and folded her legs. She pulled out a pack of cigarettes from the bedside table. Fengjin didn't know when she put a bag of lady's light smoke into his bedside table!
"You're drunk." Huarong said, "we did it once in the car. I wanted to go to the convenience store to buy Contraceptives, but the phone came -- "
Fengjin:" what phone number? "
The lighter snapped and lit, and the tongue licked the cigarette held by Huarong's red lips. She slowly breathed out a breath, and misty, she hooked his lips like a smile: "what kind of phone do you think it is?"
Feng Jin's brain flashed a fragment, slightly stunned - "at that time -" was not a dream?
He thought it was just a spring dream without trace, and he didn't even have time to recall what happened in that dream, because the flower family was bankrupt.
When he drove home in a hurry, he saw the empty villa next door and the dignified expression of the elders.
It turned out that in his constant anger in Huarong, even the last side refused to see him, in the night of parting, they were together.
His heart suddenly felt much better, and after nearly four years of depression, he finally faded away.
He was silent, drooping his eyes and digesting the information Huarong had just said.
When Huarong heard what he had not finished, she couldn't help laughing secretly: "why, do you still think it's a dream? Xiaofengjin, how grown-up are you? You can't tell the reality from the spring / dream? "
Feng Jin came over, pinched off the cigarette end in her mouth, smoked the cigarette in her mouth and threw it into the garbage can.
He looked down at her face, his eyes were very deep, and he said in a low voice, "do you want to know what kind of mood I had every day in those years when you left without saying goodbye?"
“……” Huarong took a look at him and shook his head decisively, "I don't want to!"
Feng Jin sneered, as if not surprised by Huarong's answer. She put her finger into her thick hair, held her back head, and kissed her lips with a faint smell of smoke.
Huarong sits cross legged on the bed, gnawing at the chicken leg brought up by the Phoenix brocade. The man leisurely walked over and opened the curtain. The gold like sunlight spread all at once, and the room was full of light. Huarong raised his head and looked at Fengjin leaning against the windowsill. His hands were encircled by his chest, and his tall back blocked part of the light and shadow. His face was clear and handsome. Put the chicken bones into the garbage can, Huarong took out a paper towel, carelessly wiped his slender fingertips, and said: "if there are any problems, just speak up." "When did I do it with you?" Feng brocade looks at her, Mou color is very deep, "I calculated the time, the day that the child is born with you and Yan Chuxi open a room date not to leave." Huarong leaned leisurely on the head of the bed, stretched his hands and feet with long hands and feet, raised his eyebrows lazily and said with a laugh: "how can you really believe my words? You didn't go to the hospital for examination. Maybe I lied to you She had a long ending, a florid charm in her voice, and she did not answer his questions seriously. Feng Jin was cold and calm, "did you steal my essence / son?" Huarong was silent for a moment, shocked by Feng Jin's narcissism, "I can't see that you are still quite shameless." "Because I can't think of a time when we had sex." When Huarong was pregnant with Fengsheng and Fengge, they made the most of the trouble. She tried every means to divorce him. How could there be a time for peace? There is also leisure in bed communication. "Ah That one. " Huarong narrowed her narrow eyes and folded her legs. She pulled out a pack of cigarettes from the bedside table. Fengjin didn't know when she put a bag of lady's light smoke into his bedside table! "You're drunk." Huarong said, "we did it once in the car. I wanted to go to the convenience store to buy Contraceptives, but the phone came -- "Fengjin:" what phone number? " The lighter snapped and lit, and the tongue licked the cigarette held by Huarong's red lips. She slowly breathed out a breath, and misty, she hooked his lips like a smile: "what kind of phone do you think it is?" Feng Jin's brain flashed a fragment, slightly stunned - "at that time -" was not a dream? He thought it was just a spring dream without trace, and he didn't even have time to recall what happened in that dream, because the flower family was bankrupt. When he drove home in a hurry, he saw the empty villa next door and the dignified expression of the elders. It turned out that in his constant anger in Huarong, even the last side refused to see him, in the night of parting, they were together. His heart suddenly felt much better, and after nearly four years of depression, he finally faded away. He was silent, drooping his eyes and digesting the information Huarong had just said. When Huarong heard what he had not finished, she couldn't help laughing secretly: "why, do you still think it's a dream? Xiaofengjin, how grown-up are you? You can't tell the reality from the spring / dream? " Feng Jin came over, pinched off the cigarette end in her mouth, smoked the cigarette in her mouth and threw it into the garbage can. He looked down at her face, his eyes were very deep, and he said in a low voice, "do you want to know what kind of mood I had every day in those years when you left without saying goodbye?" Huarong took a look at him and shook his head decisively, "I don't want to!" Feng Jin sneered, as if not surprised by Huarong's answer. She put her finger into her thick hair, held her back head, and kissed her lips with a faint smell of smoke.
