After cleansing and leaving the house, I am beautiful

Fat sister put off a joke, and then continued: "It was Secretary Ye of your family who complained to our leader because of your sister-in-law's almost dystocia. Also, I can borrow the staff kitchen to cook for your sister-in-law, which was also done by Secretary Ye." Work."

He has done so many things for his family quietly...

She chatted with Fat Sister for a while, and Ye Yifan came back with one arm around her waist: "Let's go."

"Sister Dongmei, let's go first."

Before Qiu Ying finished speaking, she was carried up the stairs by Ye Yifan.

She protested: "Ye Yifan, I told you to make an appointment in advance."

He didn't answer her, and dragged her into Room 201. After the door slammed shut, without even giving her a chance to resist, he pressed her heavily against the door panel, followed by a turbulent blow. A kiss that can swallow people up.

After a while, she finally found a chance to turn her face away. She panted heavily, her face flushed red: "You agreed to make an appointment in advance, so talking is nothing."

"Try, I just need to make an appointment, and I didn't say I want to try. If you want to try, I will accompany you." He replied with unsteady breathing, his voice was as hoarse as sandpaper, and when he said the last two sentences, he was still low smiled.

"I don't want to try." She blushed, pushed him away, and sat down on the sofa.

He sat down next to her, stretched his left arm over the back of the sofa behind her, and unzipped her coat with his right hand.

She pressed his right hand: "what for?"

"You're going to sleep in such thick clothes." He laughed again.

She let him take off her coat, carried her to the bed, and covered her with the quilt.

Then, he took off his coat and got into the bed, one long buttocks stretched under her neck, and the other wrapped around her waist: "Sleep."

She leaned into his arms, put her head on his shoulders, and put her hands on his thick chest: "Ye Yifan, you said last night why you two always want me to accommodate others and care about others' feelings. The two of you, one is me, and the other is who?" She still decided to ask directly.

"Liang Annan." His voice was flat.

She stood up instantly, opened her eyes slightly, and moved her lips: "Your mother?"

He pressed her into his arms: "Well, every time I have conflicts with my eldest brother, second brother, and Ye Yilin, she always says that I am the youngest in the family, and I have to listen to my brothers and sisters, even if I am right... ..forget it. I'm done here."

"Say it, I want to hear it."

She felt that the knot in his heart brought by his native family was huge, and she had to know where his knot was in order to help him untangle it.

"Aying, I don't want to talk about it today, you should sleep well."

She decided to ask the question to the end, even if she was asked to act coquettishly.

She suddenly laid her whole body on him, put her arms around his neck, and looked at him with straight eyes: "But I want to hear it, why don't you tell me." The voice was so sweet that she thought of goosebumps.

He wrapped his hands around her waist, his Adam's apple rolled up and down, and the corners of his lips curved slightly, and asked, "Aying, are you throwing yourself into your arms?" His eyes darkened and his voice was hoarse.

Her heart skipped a beat, and she looked away for a moment, trying to climb off him...

"I want to escape, it's too late, it's too late."

As he spoke, he tightened his arms around her waist, then turned over and pressed her under him.

She couldn't help but let out a soft snort at the sudden weight.