0°C lingering: Mr. Leng's new wife at midnight

Xia Ruoqi glanced around, but still didn't dare to look at Zheng Keyun.

"You put me down, it's getting late, we have to hurry up and get ready..." Xia Ruoqi's voice was like a mosquito, so soft that she could hardly hear her own nose.

Zheng Keyun turned his head and glanced at the wall clock on the wall, "At [-]:[-], the press conference starts at [-]:[-], and there is still plenty of time. Do it again with me? Huh?"

"Why do you..." Xia Ruoqi's face became more and more bright red, her voice became thinner, "I keep thinking about this kind of thing..."

"I want two children." Zheng Keyun answered irrelevantly, "But I am so many years older than you, if I don't give birth sooner, maybe later" [

Xia Ruoqi covered his lips, and said a little excitedly, "I told you that you are not old! Why do you keep emphasizing it!"

"I'm several years older than you." Zheng Keyun sighed, his face was gloomy, as if he was really worried about this matter.

"You are really not old, you are not even 30 years old, how can you be considered old..." Xia Ruoqi was worried that he was really worried about this, so she quickly comforted him.

"You're not old, really." A kiss.

"I mean, you're not old at all." A kiss.

"You're really not old." A kiss.

"You're young, really." A kiss.

"You are really young in my heart, believe..."

All the voices behind were swallowed by Zheng Keyun's blocked lips.

Zheng Keyun hugged her tightly, his tongue protruding straight in, sucking and kissing her sweetness, until both of them were out of breath, then they backed away slightly.