"No, after I wake up from sleep, I still want to be with you. I don't want to be separated from you." Liu Yueyue sobbed. This was what was in her heart at this moment.
Vows of eternal love can also come from the mouth of a beautiful woman with unparalleled beauty. Love has no distinction between high and low.
Yang Fan stroked her hair. Girls like this, just like Guoguo, are the hardest to coax, but also the easiest to coax.
You can't reason with them, you have to talk about practical benefits.
so.
"When you come back from work, I will cherish you more. If you stay with me every day, I will only kiss you a few times a day, but if you come back after a while, I will kiss you a hundred times a day. Which one do you prefer?" Yang Fan said.
"I want them all." Liu Yueyue said without any hesitation.
Yang Fan was silent.
Someone said you look like Guoguo, why are you the same as Guoguo
He wants it all without considering my feelings.
“Hello, hey, hey, where are you, talk to me, sister, Yang Fan, you…” Liu Qianqian was very angry. Why are you all ignoring me
"Okay, okay, I want them all." Yang Fan had no tissue with him, so he had to use his hands to wipe Liu Yueyue's tears.
Once again, it confirms the fact that women are made of water.
A little trivial matter can make them cry.
A child’s crying is a lethal weapon, and so is a woman’s crying.
The difference is that children’s crying is not based on the situation and usually makes people annoyed.
Women are different, they can control the degree so that the lethality is of the dimensionality reduction type. Most men will be penetrated in the heart and conquered fundamentally.
Yang Fan felt very distressed. Even though he was not wrong, he felt that he was wrong and a sense of guilt arose spontaneously.
"Yeah." Liu Yueyue deserved it and her tears slowly stopped.
What a lovely girl! Yang Fan skimmed the water like a dragonfly and pecked her.
After being kissed by Yang Fan, Liu Yueyue immediately hid in his arms shyly.
Before I even hung up the phone, my sister was already making the same noise next to me.
Yang Fan helped pick up Liu Yueyue's phone and put it to her ear.
"Be quiet and call me when you get home. I don't have time to talk to you now." Liu Yueyue said while hugging Yang Fan.
It’s really good to have a boyfriend. I don’t even have to pick up my phone to make calls. It’s so happy.
If only I had met Yang Fan earlier, I would have lived more like a princess.
"If you don't want to pay attention to me, then don't. I'm on my way and I'm free. I'll go home, take a shower and go to bed. Who has time to pay attention to you?" Liu Qianqian snorted twice and hung up the phone.
My elder sister, who is unfaithful to men, would always call me when she was outside, wanting to talk to someone. Later, when she got a boyfriend and went home to be with him, she started to dislike my younger sister in various ways.
Yang Fan and Liu Yueyue are here.
After her sister hung up the phone angrily, Liu Yueyue sat up, put the phone aside on the bed, and straightened her wrinkled pajamas.
Yang Fan's hands were a little dishonest just now, but he didn't touch her sensitive parts.
Liu Yueyue was distracted by talking on the phone with Liu Qianqian and did not resist.
The more she thought about it, the more embarrassed she felt. After tidying up her pajamas, she quickly hid in Yang Fan's arms.
Yang Fan's body was shaken by the collision, and he said in pain: "Start over, I broke the rules."
"What rules did you break?" Liu Yueyue asked in a low voice.
"It's not a foul when you hit someone while dribbling the ball, but it's a foul when I blocked him," said Yang Fan.
Liu Yueyue doesn't play basketball, so she doesn't understand this kind of professional terminology. She asked curiously, "We're not playing basketball, and I'm not carrying the ball."
"You brought them, and two at a time." Yang Fan said.
Liu Yueyue was stunned.
It took her a while to understand, she hugged Yang Fan and rocked him, saying coyly, "Don't talk nonsense."
Yang Fan's face became even more painful: "Go to bed, it's too late."
Liu Yueyue refused to get up.
Yang Fan had no choice but to reach out for the volleyball.
"Ah~" Liu Yueyue immediately jumped up and ran away in a hurry like a frightened deer.
Yang Fan fell on the bed and breathed a deep sigh of relief.
I used to think that I could only look at other people’s youth, and through that immaturity, recall my own imperfect youth. I didn’t expect that now I can not only see it, but also touch it.
In the future, I must be a good person.
Be nice to Yueyue, be nice to Shisan, be nice to Qianqian... you can be even nicer.
After all, his goal is to be a good person.
Although in this society where hard work is useless and everything depends on connections, good people don't get rewarded.
But nothing can stop me from being a good person.
Thinking of this, Yang Fan fell asleep and even forgot to turn off the computer and go to the bathroom before going to bed.
In the middle of the night, he was awakened by the urge to urinate, but he was reluctant to get up and continued to sleep.
The next day, when the alarm rang, Yang Fan didn't want to get up.
After turning off the alarm, he opened his eyes and looked at the ceiling.
I vaguely remember the content of the dream, which is wonderful, but it can only be implied but not expressed in words.
As he was savoring the memory, Yang Fan frowned, sat up and lifted the quilt.
Just as I was lowering my head to check, the door opened.
Aunt Thirteen was wearing pajamas and stood at the door and said with a smile: "I thought you overslept."
Yang Fan hadn't started the inspection yet, so he didn't see any embarrassing scenes.
Before the wall was broken through, he lived alone and naturally did not need to lock the door of his room when he slept.
After the wall was broken through, it was locked at first, but he never locked it again.
Because there was a strange phenomenon: as long as he locked the door when he went to sleep, he would be woken up by Guoguo knocking on the door the next morning.
It works every time, whether you sleep in on the weekend or not.
too painful.
If it wasn't locked, the little girl would have been able to get in without any obstruction.
But it was rare, and even if they broke in, they would usually wake him up gently.
So, after some careful consideration, Yang Fan no longer locked the door of his room when he slept.
Especially later when he and Thirteen were almost bleeding, why did he still lock the door
Are you afraid that she will see your indecent sleeping posture, or see how hard you try to hold up the sky above your head
It’s the same principle as married couples who are no longer shy about holding hands.
"Getting ready to get up." Yang Fan got out of bed, put on slippers, and shook the quilt.
A gust of wind blew over, and Aunt Thirteen, who was standing at the door, sniffed: "What's that smell?"
Yang Fan looked calm and said, "I wet the bed."
"What nonsense are you talking about?" Thirteenth Aunt did not blush. After all, they were a young husband and a young wife, so this level of communication was nothing.
As she spoke, she sniffed again: "This smell is so strange, Xiaofan, don't you smell it?"
Yang Fan was surprised. Thirteen didn’t even know what this smell was
But seeing that Thirteen didn't seem to know and was still smelling and tasting what it was, Yang Fan explained, "It smells like bedwetting."
"How can a bed-wet smell like this? Do you think that the stinky fruit that sleeps with me every night has never wet the bed?" Aunt Thirteen did not believe Yang Fan's explanation.
Yang Fan was speechless. Guoguo has grown up so much, but you are still as ignorant as Liu Yueyue and Liu Qianqian.