The 99th Divorce

Me too, love love.

The naive words echoed in Shen Luoan's heart.

When I got home, it was already very late.

Xiaoyueer still slept in the room of grandparents tonight, the two crept into the room, and Shen Manting was lying on the bed tired.

Seeing her look, Shen Luoan chuckled her lips and smiled: "I got down so quickly and I haven't bathed yet."

"No washing, no washing," Shen Manting covered her bed, "tired, I just want to sleep."

"Sleep so early," Shen Luoan pressed her up, "I still want to discuss something with you."

"Discuss?" Shen Manting looked up at him. "What's the matter, don't discuss with me."

"Um ... this is a matter for the two of us. You can only make a decision if you promise me."

"What?" Shen Manting couldn't help but ask curiously, "Isn't it always my husband's saying what is all the time? I have no opinion."

Hearing this obedient and obedient words, Shen Luoan was a little bit of a horse.

Pressing her, hugging her gently, he asked softly, "Then let's have a wedding, and feast all our relatives and friends."

"Okay." Shen Manting did not hesitate.

"Wait for the honeymoon after the wedding."

"Okay."

"Then ..." The voice was very long, and he seemed to hesitate. Shen Luoan leaned over and gently said in her ear: "Let's have another child."

Warm breathing, fluttering against the ear, Shen Manting could not help shrinking, subconsciously said: "Well ... ah?"

As if reacting, Shen Manting turned to look at him, and said with a small face: "No, I heard that it is painful to have a baby."

Shen Luoan saw her small appearance, her lips raised, and gently contained her plump ears.

Shen Manting was caught off guard, but felt itchy uncomfortably, shrinking and saying, "Go away!"

Shen Luo'an didn't listen, she clung her tightly, and her lips moved slowly down, turning into a dense kiss scattered around her neck.

-

Ye Qianxi had a dream.

In the dream, the little child with pink carvings and jade carvings was pink and well-behaved, crawling towards her with bare buttocks.

With a young face, the facial features are exactly the same as Shen Zhixian.

'mom!'

The childish voice, milky and milky, reached for her and reached for her.

Ye Qianxi held out his hand to him and wanted to hug him, but the little man with a powdery jade, like a bubble, disappeared without a touch.

Darkness is still dark.

-

Shen Zhixian was standing beside her bed, leaning on a nap dizzyly.

It's just that I didn't sleep long before I was awakened by a soft cry.

An excited spirit, Shen Zhixian woke up from his sleep, and his eyes fell upon Ye Qianxi on the bed.

"Don't ..." Ye Qianxi stretched out her hands, as if dreaming of something extremely sad, her hands fluttered and tears came down.

Shen Zhixian had a sour heart, holding her palms with both hands and yelling softly, "Wife, Sissi."

"Baby..." Ye Qianxi's voice choked, almost choking into her heart.

Shen Zhixian was sore in the bottom of his heart, and the silent sourness spread from his heart to his eyes.

She leaned over and hugged her gently, and said softly, "I'm here, I'm here, don't cry, wife."

Ye Qianxi subconsciously hugged him and opened his eyes in the next moment.

There was darkness all around, and in front of me, I was familiar with the breath in my bones.

When the man's temperature came, Ye Qianxi realized that she was just dreaming.