Is there?

“……”

Is there?

… so want to know?

Song Qingcheng said that it seems to have

Yu Tingchuan looked at her seriously, but she didn’t mind, so the so-called smile came to her face, and then she seemed to slow down and said, Not before you.

You must have lied to me when you hesitated just now.

I won’t lie to you

The whole song dynasty slowly evokes the lip angle. What do you want to say? Sleepiness strikes and smells the man’s body. He sleeps in his arms.

Early the next day, Song Qingcheng woke up in the middle of a dog barking.

She is already alone in the big bed.

Song Qingcheng uncovered the quilt, put down the pajamas, and then went to the balcony outside the master bedroom. The sun shone through the winter dead branches and fell on the balcony fence.

Yu Tingchuan is playing with a black and white sheepdog in front of the lawn outside the villa.

Yu Tingchuan was dressed in pure black casual clothes, and the whole person looked extraordinarily slender and tall. He was half squatting in underpants and wearing a black vest. One person and one dog looked like a father, which made people feel better.

Yu Tingchuan had a cigarette in his mouth and rolled up his sleeve. When he threw the frisbee in his hand, his underpants flew out immediately and then the green lawn ran happily.品茶

The black-and-white sheepdog found the frisbee and ran around its mouth, then shook its head in front of its owner.

A look of seeking praise and reward.

At this time, Yutingchuan will touch its head and take the frisbee conveniently.

The balcony of the whole Song Dynasty is very interesting. One person and one dog keep repeating this game. I don’t know how long it has been in the past. It seems that Yu Tingchuan has long eyes behind him and turned his head to look at the second floor.

The underpants next to him screamed whoa because they had a good time.

Pack up the line of sight Song Qingcheng obediently returned to the master bedroom.

When she finished washing, Yu Tingchuan was wiping the underpants at the Xuan place. Looking at him, he raised his underpants and patiently wiped the forelimbs. Before Song Qingcheng remembered, he heard others say that a dog-raising man, if the dog was obedient and sensible, said that this man had a strong sense of morality and responsibility, and he was considerate and careful everywhere in his life.

There is a pot of hot porridge in the restaurant.

Aunt Gong hasn’t come back yet.

Think of this porridge may be who cooked the whole song some flattered.

At breakfast, she learned from Yu Tingchuan that the underpants were in estrus recently, and they often barked at night, which caused a lot of opinions in the neighborhood品茶. Today, at dawn, the old house sent a car to send the dog back, and it seemed that they didn’t want to stay for a moment.

It’s good for shorts to live here.

Song Qingcheng stretched out his hand and touched the shepherd’s head. I like dogs very much.

At the moment, the underpants are squatting beside her.

Yu Tingchuan sat opposite and watched her bow her head and tease her underpants with a smile looming. Aren’t you afraid it will bite you again?

… Song Qingcheng took back his hand and sat up straight. He looked at it affectionately and picked up the porridge spoon. His ears were a little hot. I’m not afraid that it won’t bite me if it is around you.品茶

Yu Tingchuan went out to work around noon.

Lao Zhao: No, he drives by himself.

Song Qingcheng stayed at Yunxi Road, holding underpants and going out for a walk.

At ten o’clock, Aunt Gong came back from home. There was nothing in the refrigerator of the villa. Song Qingcheng didn’t let Aunt Gong go to the supermarket to buy it. I thought that last night I made an appointment with Shen Che and made a message. Two people met for lunch.

Shen Che saw that she was blowing her eyes, but there was nothing to look at.

I just sneezed at the table, so I sneezed five or six times first.

Caught a cold品茶? Song Qingcheng asked

Shen Che stared at her. You go and try hanging around like a psycho in long pants and flip-flops in the middle of the night.

Song Qingcheng poured a cup of hot water and then pushed the glass to him. I didn’t know you would come out like this, or I would have told you to wrap yourself up.

Where did you remember your heart at that time?

Their Shen Che didn’t good the spirit.

Song Qingcheng smiled and took a sip of hot water and heard him ask, Are you sure you won’t change your mind this time?品茶

-digression–

Little Fanwai—

The day Mrs. Yu became a supermodel

After Victoria’s Secret Fashion Show, I was interviewed by the media.

Mrs. Yu thanked my husband for supporting him for a long time, always encouraging me to silently cheer me up and give me indifference.

Looking at the camera, Husband, I love you

The newspaper reported on the Internet every other day-

On the man who quietly paid success behind the new generation supermodel