The 99th Divorce

"I am not Shen Manting."

Shen Manting was somewhat lost, "I am used to it, you are calling me Manting, but Manting is gone, can I still be Manting?"

Shen Luoan sighed softly and gave her a glance.

Holding the steering wheel in one hand, she held her hand in the other.

Looking at the road ahead, he whispered: "What stupid words, no matter who you used to be, really who is Shen Manting, now you are you, you are Shen Manting, today I am just curious to come and see.

"That husband, will you still be my husband in the future?" Shen Manting opened his big eyes, looking at him with doubt and expectation.

Shen Luoan suddenly heard this kind of words, and his heart swelled.

Side face, to meet her dark and clear eyes.

Inexplicably awkward, it took a long time to whisper: "As long as you want, we will always be husband and wife."

Shen Manting's original low mood became joyous.

With a smile on his face, he bowed his head and played with his skirt, and said with delight: "Of course I am willing to say, well, we will always be husband and wife."

Shen Luoan looked at her deeply, don't open her eyes.

Chest was dull, palms were trembling slightly and retracted.

Looking at the bright sky ahead, the voice with temptations and pleadings seemed to be a self-talk, saying, "Then, let's go to the Civil Affairs Bureau tomorrow."

"Huh?" Shen Manting didn't understand clearly. "Hub, what are you talking about?"

Seeing her clear and ignorant eyes, Shen Luo'an only had the courage to summon up, and then all shrank back.

There was some dryness in the larynx before saying, "It's okay."

When we returned to the city, it was already afternoon.

Shen Manting was hungry and took her to dinner outside. It was already three or four o'clock in the afternoon.

Because Shen Manting woke up, Shen Luoan had not been to the laboratory for several days.

Lao Wu's phone calls one after another.

After all, Shen Luo'an still couldn't pull the eldest, so he had to give a few words, leaving Shen Manting at home, and went out.

Before going out, Shen Manting seemed a little flustered and shouted, "Her husband."

"Huh?" Shen Luoan turned back, "What's wrong?"

"When will you come back?"

"In the evening," Shen Luoan rubbed her little furry head and said softly, "I'll come back as soon as possible."

"Oh..." Shen Manting was somewhat lost, "Can't you take me with me?"

"It's okay to stay at home, obediently." Shen Luoan looked helpless. "Just accompany his son, you are his mother, and I want to cultivate and cultivate feelings with him."

"Okay," Shen Manting finally reassured, dragging his clothes reluctantly, said: "Then ... you come back early."

"Well." Shen Luoan released her hand, and immediately turned around.

But without taking two steps, I heard another shout, "Husband!"

Shen Luoan turned around and saw Shen Manting flushed and ran towards him.

Shen Manting tipped her toes at once and kissed his lips a big kiss, saying, "I'll wait for you to come back."

Shen Luoan felt a little itchy in her heart. One couldn't help it, clasped her head with one hand, and immediately blocked her lips.

The flexible and powerful tongue pierced into her, gently prying off her tusks, piercing it shallowly, and bullied and greedily rolled her out, lingering on.

His kiss was a little heavy, and Shen Manting hadn't tried this feeling at all. For a while, he didn't know what to do.

With both hands placed somewhere, the next moment, a warm palm came up from the waist.