Young Master Lu's Warm Wedding and His Lovely New Bride

Ye Luo felt that her rejection was already obvious.

However, Song Jiqing can still chat with her awkwardly?

In her impression, Song Jiqing is not so brazen!

Ye Luo hadn't recovered from the shock, Song Jiqing had already walked over and held her shoulders: "Go."

Ye Luo: "..."

After entering the door, Ye Luo gave Song Jiqing slippers, only to realize that she hadn’t prepared men’s slippers, and looked at Song Jiqing apologetically: “You might be... grieving a bit.” Then, he handed Song Jiqing a pair of pink women’s slippers with uppers. There is also a pair of cute rabbits on it.

Song Jiqing frowned, and decisively refused: "I don't want it."

"If you don't want you, you can only be barefoot." Ye Luo helplessly spread his hands, "I don't have men's slippers here."

"..." Song Jiqing reluctantly put on the pink rabbit slippers and touched Ye Luo's head, "Next time I go to the supermarket, remember to buy slippers for me." After speaking, he walked towards the living room naturally, completely returning to his home. same.

Ye Luo felt that Song Jiqing's appearance was really annoying, and made a face at him.

Song Jiqing sat on the sofa and surveyed the living room casually.

The apartment is not very big, and the furniture is simple, but the windows are bright and clean, the scenery outside the window is unique, and the warm colors of the interior make the overall look very warm.

Ye Luo obviously didn't tidy up the living room very much. On the white coffee table were spread books and unfinished snacks. The TV remote control fell into the cracks of the sofa. The pillows were twisted and twisted. A cashmere blanket was half lying on the sofa. The other half has fallen on the carpet.

However, all of this does not appear to be messy, but very lifelike.

Ye Luo noticed Song Jiqing's gaze, "cough", and said frankly: "I...I don't know how to clean up, you still have time to break up now!"

Song Jiqing touched Ye Luo's head and signaled her to rest assured: "I will clean up. We get married, and we complement each other."

"Hey, stop!" Ye Luo emphasized, "I didn't say I want to marry you!"

Song Jiqing frowned, "Luoluo, when we were in the park, we had already talked about children."

I've talked about children, doesn't it mean to get married?

Ye Luo thought for a while "struggling", and Feng Qingyun said "Oh", "It was just a casual chat."

Song Jiqing's expression suddenly became serious.

He looked at Ye Luo and said in a loud voice, "Luoluo, I didn't just get back with you!"

"..."

Ye Luo looked at Song Jiqing's serious look, and suddenly felt that her joke seemed to be over.

Hey, how do you answer Song Jiqing?

Ye Luo hadn't thought about it yet, Song Jiqing's warm lips had already been printed, and she kissed her lips|petals.

She subconsciously opened her teeth, entangled with Song Jiqing's lips and teeth.

This time, Song Jiqing didn't bite Ye Luo, but used a skilled kiss technique to lure Ye Luo unable to think and could only respond blankly to his kiss.

Ye Luo didn't know how he was pressed onto the sofa.

She only knew that when she recovered, Song Jiqing had already kissed her shoulder.The zipper of the little dress on her body was pulled down.

She didn't know whether she was going to obey or accept, she pushed Song Jiqing weakly and called his name: "Song Jiqing..."

Song Jiqing kissed Shang Ye Luo's collarbone, his voice was as hot as his kiss: "Luo Luo..."

Ye Luo felt as if his chest was scalded, and his heart softened so much that he could no longer refuse Song Jiqing.

She hadn't heard Song Jiqing calling her that in too many years.

However, when he called her that again at this time, those long memories were suddenly awakened.

Song Jiqing's voice was exactly the same as she remembered, gentle and full of love.

Perhaps he never changed to her.

Isn't she the same to him?

Seeing that Ye Luo gradually lost his reaction, Song Jiqing slowly regained consciousness.

He had just reunited with Ye Luo, so he was really anxious.

They will have a long life in the future, and there is no need to rush this moment.

Song Jiqing loosened Ye Luo and zipped up her skirt.

Ye Luo blinked and looked at Song Jiqing puzzled: "What's the matter with you?"

Song Jiqing's Adam's apple moved, and her voice was a little hoarse: "Go and change your clothes, I..."

Before Song Jiqing could finish speaking, Ye Luo interrupted him suspiciously: "What kind of clothes should I change? Are you trying to play the system|fuyou|drama?"

System|Serve the game?

Song Jiqing frowned and stared at Ye Luo: "Who taught you?"

"Who do you want to teach?!" Ye Luo snorted, "Don't forget, I came back from America!"

Song Jiqing squinted his eyes and picked up Ye Luo.

"Ah!" Ye Luo exclaimed, and hurriedly grabbed the slid dress, "Song Jiqing!"

Song Jiqing's eyes did not know when it became full of aggressiveness.

He bit Yeluo's shoulder bitterly: "I planned to let you go. But now, it seems that it is unnecessary."

Ye Luo was stunned for a moment--

So, Song Jiqing asked her to change clothes just now, is it very serious to let her change a dress?

Hey, where did she think of it?

Return system|Serve play!

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Ye Luo wanted to finally struggle to explain, but Song Jiqing had already thrown him onto the bed in the room.

She looked at Song Jiqing in horror, with a hint of begging in her tone: "Brother Ji Qing..."

Song Jiqing tore off Ye Luo's dress, smiled, and stared at her like a wolf: "It's useless to call my brother now!"

The sun outside the window was extremely warm, and the wind swept by was less chill.

In the severe winter, such warmth makes people greedy.It may even give an illusion-always feel that spring is about to come.

The daylight in winter is very short, just after five o'clock in the afternoon, the indoor light has become very dim.

Ye Luo didn't remember how many times this was. After it was over, Song Jiqing still refused to let go of her. He domineeringly wrapped her in his arms, kissed her shoulder, or kissed her back.

She was panting, curled up in Song Jiqing's arms like a helpless worm, indifferent to Song Jiqing's kiss.

She is so tired.

Seeing that it was almost six o'clock, Song Jiqing kissed Ye Luo's earlobe, and asked in her ear: "Get up to eat?"

Ye Luo shook his head with a lazy voice: "I don't want to move."

Song Jiqing pondered for two seconds and said meaningfully: "I can move."

Ye Luo dropped a fist on Song Jiqing's chest, then hugged him, and said coquettishly: "I'm so hungry."

"Is there any food in the refrigerator?" Song Jiqing's voice was almost doting, "I'll cook for you."

Ye Luo shook his head: "The refrigerator is empty. You don't know, I can't cook."

Song Jiqing hugged Yeluo: "Then get up, let's go to the supermarket to buy vegetables. By the way, buy some other items."

When he arrived at the supermarket, Ye Luo knew what Song Jiqing meant by "other".

It is nothing more than a series of daily necessities such as men's slippers, toothbrushes and towels.

She looked at Song Jiqing speechlessly: "Why are you buying so much?"

Song Jiqing said calmly: "I will often use it in the future."

Ye Luo: "..."

After buying daily necessities, the two went to the fresh food section.

Ye Luo would instinctively ignore this area when visiting the supermarket. Today, she plans to watch Song Jiqing go shopping.

Song Jiqing moved quickly, took a few bags of vegetables, and picked a few more fruits, and then went to the meat counter. Some meats were sold, and they filled a corner of the shopping cart.

He remembered that Ye Luo liked to eat meat.

After buying the fresh food, the two went to the seasoning area again. They bought all the oil, salt, sauce, vinegar and tea. Song Jiqing also took two bottles of wine.

When checking out, Ye Luo watched Song Jiqing put things on the conveyor belt of the cash register, and suddenly said: "Song Jiqing, looking at you this way, it really looks like a good man at home!"

Song Jiqing took advantage of the time to put things, looked back at Ye Luo: "What is it like? It was originally!"

Ye Luo wanted to refute, but thinking of relying on Song Jiqing to prepare food for a while, he nodded: "Okay, yes, yes!"

When he got home, Ye Luo was in charge of cooking. Song Jiqing made the soup first, and then began to prepare other dishes.

The meal for two people is still very quick to prepare. When the soup and rice are ready, Song Jiqing also cooked a green pepper fried beef, a vegetable dish and two steamed eggs.

Ye Luo couldn't wait to open the steamed egg, and saw the golden and smooth surface of the steamed egg, floating with minced meat and shrimp, and green onions as garnishes, tempting people to move their index fingers.

Her stomach screamed, and she gave Song Jiqing an awkward glance.

Song Jiqing said lightly, "Don't worry, I'm used to it." Then he handed Ye Luo a bowl of soup.

Ye Luo was still a bit resentful at first, but was quickly overwhelmed by the taste of the soup. He yelled while drinking, "Song Jiqing, you are getting better and better!"

Song Jiqing raised her head and asked slowly: "Which aspect do you mean?"

"Cough!" Ye Luo choked on the soup, coughing hard, "cough cough cough cough..."

Song Jiqing not only had no guilt, but smiled, calmly handing Ye Luo a glass of water.

Ye Luo drank his saliva, which was a little better. He watched Song Jiqing emphasized: "I mean the aspect of being a hooligan!"

"Really?" Song Jiqing still looked calm and light, "If you like, I can let you see it again before going to bed."

Ye Luo was taken aback, and finally knew why Song Jiqing bought towels, toothbrushes and the like.

Is he planning to spend the night here?!

Ye Luo shook his head decisively, and refused: "I will send you back after dinner."

Song Jiqing ignored Ye Luo's words and asked herself: "What do you want to eat tomorrow morning?"

Ye Luo's attention was suddenly diverted, and he said without hesitation: "The triangular rice ball you made this morning is delicious, I still want to eat it!"

"Okay, I'll make it for you tomorrow." Song Jiqing looked at Ye Luo and said confidently, "The premise is that I stay."

Ye Luo knew that Song Jiqing's problem was a trap.

Naive!

Does he think she can't help it?

"You can stay." Ye Luo pointed to the sofa, "But, where do you sleep tonight—"