Evil-Natured Husband, Don’t Tease!

Song looked at Mahjong with no worries.

Pastoral hearts praised her and praised her.

She and Xu Jingleft-wise complimented her, and even Ban Jianing picked flowers from outside to give them to her.

Gu Zheng tightened his thin lips and looked at the three women coolly, then went upstairs.

Pastor looked at his back and said surprisingly: "Sister, I think Brother Ari is jealous. ”

"" Ever since he lived with Jia Ning, his temper has become more and more like Jia Ning's. ”

“Brother Yao is terribly jealous. Go and fool him.” Pastoral Heart said.

Song looked at Makoto: “Aren't you sad about Cheng Junguo? ”

Ban Jia next door listened, his adorable eyes quickly swept past the light and glanced at the herding heart.

After listening, some of the forces laughed unconsciously, “Don't be sad, I didn't betray him, he betrayed me. It's better to break up now than when you marry him, a woman comes up to me with a baby in her arms and yells at me, okay? ”

Song Li raised his hand and rubbed the shoulder of Muhammad's heart, meaning to say profoundly: “I wish you could think of that. ”

After Song Wuoxiao went upstairs, Ben Jianing came over, his ghost eyes, with a prayer, “Pastoral heart, can you accompany me to fly the kite? ”

Makoto's worship of Song no worries did not mean that she had a fondness for Banjianing. Makoto glanced at him coldly, “I'm not interested, I hate flying kites. ”

After that, Makoto turned around and went inside.

Banjia preferred to squeeze her fingers, and the adorable look was very unhappy.

Xu Jing couldn't bear to see such a lovely big boy unhappy. She smiled and said, “Shall I fly a kite with you? ”

After a glance at Xu Jing, Benjia learned the look and tone of Makoto just now: “I'm not interested, I hate flying kites with you. ”

Speaking of which, turn around and have sex out of the villa.

Seo quietly stared at his back. What's going on?

What do you mean, you hate flying kites with her?

They never fly kites together, okay?

……

When Song went back to his bedroom, Gu Zheng stood on the balcony and looked at the distance thoughtfully.

Song Wuxi walked over and stood beside him.

She looked at him and smiled. “What are you thinking? ”

“Do you like the manor I gave you for building?” Gu Zheng's deep eyes swept past the complexity.

“'I like it,' said Song. ”

Gu Qiu turned around and looked at her. "How about expanding the estate? Make this a palace. ”

Song was not worried: “Why? ”

"Expand the area, ask the bodyguards to guard the post, and install high-tech transmission systems like Pastoral Ranch. If a stranger approaches, the system will sound an alarm. ”

"Are you worried about my safety? ”

Gu Zheng looked deeply at her: “Hmm. ”

Song Xiaoxiao smiled: “Ah, you are too worried. ”

If Cheng Junhua wants to kill her, it's useless to build a palace here. She can't live here forever, can she?

“I'm not worried. ”

“What's that? ”

Gu Qiu mumbled and did not directly give her the answer she wanted.

He held her shoulder and looked out with her.

At this time, the sun sets, late autumn evening, the wind blows, with a hint of coolness.

“Nothing, just suddenly wanting to be with you all the time.” Gu Qiu lowered his head slightly, with his side head, against Song's worry-free head.