Evil-Natured Husband, Don’t Tease!

“ …… ”

“If you are truly the reincarnation of Oriental Xuan, if you have the memory of the X dynasty, how will you face me? ”

Song's worry-free eyes were as clear as a Spirit Springs, glittering like a light, and he smiled and looked at Kuanzheng.

Gu Zheng shrugged his cold, thin lips and sighed: “I will not affect this life because of what happened in the past. ”

“In that case, do you blame God for being unfair? When did you become so paradoxical? ”

“I want to have that memory, to know more about you, not for what.” Gu Zheng embraced Song's worry-free shoulder, "If we had that memory, we would be like green plums and bamboo horses. ”

“Ahju.” Song Wuxi took Gu Xiao's palm and rubbed it gently. She looked up and laughed at him. “I know what you're thinking. You just want to know how much Pastor liked Song Gui Fei in the X dynasty, and guess how much he likes me now. Actually, let's not worry about Pastoral, shall we? I don't care if it was in my past life or in this life, what I love is your face. Is that reassuring? ”

“You like my face, don't you?” Look into her eyes and look her straight in the eye.

Song Xiao smiled cunningly: “Your face is more attractive than your people. Don't you know that your personality is strange? ”

“What if Pastoral cosmetics turned into my face? ”

“Copying, copying, they're all fake. The palace doesn't give a shit!” Song Wuxiang raised his jaw and tried to pull a smile, but he was happy and laughed happily.

“Stupid.” Gu Qiu was so happy to see her smile, she was also infected.

She's in a good mood, as long as she's happy, more important than anything.

“The way you just looked was even more truly silly, saying that everything was‘ uh-oh good ', and I showed serious contempt for you.” Song Li raised his head worried, pinched Gu Xiao's face, and made a ghost face like a naughty one, "a cheap ghost, vinegar jar. ”

“Don't pinch my face like that, I don't like it.” Gu Zheng held Song's worry-free, soft and boneless wrist, looked at her eyes, full of drowning and tolerance.

“So what do you like? ”

“Kiss me, kiss me hard, I love it. ”

“Beautiful. I don't kiss. Pregnant women don't kiss. What if they run out of oxygen? ”

“I'll give you artificial respiration. ”

“Oops, I looked in the ward lobby and couldn't find you, so I hid here to talk about love.” Huang Ling's toned voice rang from behind them.

Four months later, Huang Ling's hair grew longer. Under Song's guidance, dressing up was more in line with her temperament.

A simple white t-shirt with brown high waist shorts and a pair of white 5cm high heel sandals.

Simple, stylish, slim, sunny...

Hanging a black shoulder bag with a cell phone in his hand, he leaned against a column in the gazebo, smiling vaguely and staring.

“You've come at a bad time.” Gu Zheng's eyes converged, and he thought, "Give Song a kiss."

“I am the King of Destruction, don't you know?” Huang Ling glanced despicably at Gu Xiao, then went into the pavilion and clicked on a photo in front of Gu Xiao and Song Wuxi.

“A circle of friends?” Gu Jianxiao raised his eyebrows.

“NO!” Huang Ling raised an index finger and shook, “I sent to Mobson. ”

“Looks like your relationship with Mobson is getting better.” Song was not worried and curious.