Marriage is natural: supernatural home girls play flash marriage

Hu Yueyue broke free from the restraint, and first put her hand on her back and rubbed it a few times.He could see that the teeth marks on Song Tianlang's fingers were bleeding, and there was some uncontrollable embarrassment on his face, but there was a burst of slander in his heart, she deserved it.

Wrinkling her nose full of mourning, Hu Yueyue glanced at the three people not far away and stared. Inhaling with a 'hiss', it really hurts.The mist-stained pupils fluttered.Then he continued rubbing the painful back that was strangled by the barbarian for a while——

Yay, it's too savage, so ruthless, its arms and chest are as hard as iron.

But she miraculously didn't hate or dislike her, and when she thought about it more deeply, it was a move that people didn't want her to continue biting her lips.

Just thinking about it like this made my heart beat uncontrollably.

Why is this man doing this?What exactly does he want?At the airport, she cried and he consoled her with a handkerchief. When they met again on the plane, he sent her back to her seat and asked someone to bring her food.She was grateful, but now his behavior made her a little confused, but it made her heart beat faster and she was still slightly moved in her heart.I'm a little confused...

Song Tianlang stared coldly at her ever-changing fleshy face, and asked again in a low voice: "Does it hurt?"

Uh?

Hu Yueyue froze for a moment and shook her head violently, "It's okay, it's okay, it doesn't hurt very much!" As she spoke, she spat at herself and opened her eyes and told nonsense, she actually felt so painful that she wanted to cry.

Song Tianlang heard her words and saw her appearance.The thin lips were tightly pursed, and he didn't say anything more, but picked up the previous question, "Your name?"

Hu Yueyue raised her eyes and glanced at Song Tianlang's face again, she moved away instantly, her nerves tensed, she forcefully pulled out a standard Hu Yueyue smile, and parted her mouth, "My name is Hu Yueyue."

"Hu Yueyue?" Song Tianlang frowned and repeated, seemingly thoughtful.

"Well, Hu Yueyue, because my name contains the character for three months, and I was born in the lunar calendar, so friends I know like to call me March in the lunar calendar!" Hu Yueyue smiled lightly, explaining every word seriously, just because Her own name is too common, not as good as the names of her good friends.So she used to be annoyed by her own inferiority complex.

Song Tianlang raised his eyebrows and remained silent.

In the hospital hall, there was a strong smell of disinfectant, but it made people feel peaceful inexplicably.

Hu Yueyue, March of the lunar calendar.At that time, it was warm and cold in spring.Just like in the Guqin song "Yangchun": the spring breeze dances, the Jincheng is springy, the grass is lingering, and the song is walking.You will get a taste of it.The mulberry leaves are green in the silkworm moon, the willow flowers are white when the warbler is on the scene, and the mist and rain are light and colorful, covering the spring of Fenyang, which is the best mark of March in the lunar calendar.

But at this time, in Song Tianlang's eyes, such a lunar March is Hu Yueyue.It looks fleshy and very cute.But she has her own charm and brilliance.

She can exude an aura that attracts his attention and a faint fragrance from her body without doing anything deliberately.That's why he was attracted at the airport and followed the smell.Seeing her tears, seeing her biting her lip, subconsciously wanted to stop and comfort her.

His eyes darkened, he leaned forward and approached, clamped Hu Yueyue's shoulders with his big hands, made her look up at him, and asked in a deep voice, "What fragrance do you wear?"