The Overbearing Chief Husband’s Favorite: Baby

Shi Yanyang was slightly stunned, and his chest seemed to be gently scratched by something.

The princess who was favored by Shoujia from a young age, such a big thing happened tonight, if the family knows, should it be a taste?

Although Shi Yanyang felt that it was not appropriate for the two men to be left alone, he could listen to the weak voice of Tong Yan, and he agreed. "Good."

Tong Yan didn't seem to expect him to talk so well tonight, his eyes swept to him standing in front of the window. She didn't mean to be grateful. Instead, she asked for it. "Do you give me the bed?"

Shi Yanyang glanced at her with a cool look, and her face was slightly distorted.

"Cut, stingy!" Only when he was not happy, Tong Yan whispered softly.

"I went to sleep on the sofa!" She did not care, holding the pillows and sheets on his bed, came to the sofa next to him, just wanted to sit down, and the wrist was suddenly pulled by Shi Yanyang.

"How? Conscience found, generous?" Tong Yan looked up at him and even made a joke with him.

"The bed is for you! I went to sleep in the room!" Shi Yanyang's gaze glanced at her and turned, and he left the room.

He seems to have no interest in this room.

It’s so late, the lonely man and the widow are in a villa, and the two are still in a single room, but he seems to have no chemical effects.

That feeling, as if he was facing a childish face, but a same-sex creature, walking very simply.

Such a person, let the look of the child look stunned.

The faint loss of the chest opened, turned and just wanted to go to bed, the door of the bedroom was suddenly pushed open.

Shi Yanyang stood at the door of the room, and his face seemed a little unnatural. "I just forgot, there is no bed in the next room."

"No one is robbing you of the sofa in this house." Tong Yan squinted at the sofa by the window, and he continued to walk to the bed.

Such a woman, let Shi Yanyang face distorted again.

Does she take up his bed for granted?

Tong Yan lay down on his bed, buried his face in the bed, felt the soft temperature of the quilt, wanted to sleep, but smelled the alcohol on his body, and his brow wrinkled slightly.

She has a small cleansing, and smelling these tastes can be very uncomfortable and she can't sleep.

"Shi Yang, I want to take a shower!" Looking at the man behind him, she looked at his bright red.

"What? Want me to help you?" Shi Yanyang followed her words and answered with a blank expression.

Obviously it is a tone of love, but it is naturally said by his words, his face has not changed.

Tong Yan’s face doesn’t know if it’s hot before, or because of his words, it seems to be redder at this time.

A faint blush, like licking honey, reflecting the white skin, some sultry.

Shi Yanyang looked at her like this, and then thought of the touch of her face just touching her face. The scorpion was slightly dry.

In the room, the atmosphere was a bit subtle.

Quiet for a while, Tong Yan some unnaturally broke the embarrassment, "You help me find clothes."

"I only have men here, do you want to wear it?" Shi Yanyang tonight, talking is always a playful tone, looking at her eyes, and a bit of interest.

"Only a man?" Tong Yan reminisced about his words, his eyes faintly looking at him, followed by a sentence, "Is there no woman to live?"