In the bathroom, Shang Yinran looked at herself in the mirror in the suspender pajamas, blushing in shame.
Moving to the bedside in small steps, Shang Yinran deliberately threw himself on top of him.
She looked up at him timidly, she blinked her innocent big eyes, creating a very watery effect.
Finally, Severe Han Feng's eyes closed, and he and her looked at each other.
"Get off."
If it's cold, it's not warm.
"Li Han, are you still angry?"
Laughing sternly and coldly, with a raised eyebrow, "Why am I angry?"
With that said, it is still angry.
"Don't be angry, I was wrong. I shouldn't say those things, nor should I not answer the phone."
"Heh!" Severe Han sneered, holding her hands and wrists, and took her hands away from her neck.
Shang Yinran was pushed away by the severe cold, and fell into a big horn.
Taking the book slowly, he kept looking down.
Severe Han looked sideways, looking at the bulging hillside, the corners of his lips rose unconsciously.
This woman is stupid.
"Go back to sleep on your tatami."
Shang Yinran grasped the quilt with both hands, as if swearing to the death.
"I'm sleeping here!"
Severe cold curled his eyebrows and snorted, "Whatever you want."
Reaching out, he turned off the bedside lamp.
The whole bedroom went dark in an instant.
The two lie side by side, breathing each other.
Shang Yin moved, and lay on her side with her arms under her head. She looked at him.
Gradually, the sleepiness hit, and Shang Yinran moved dazedly, and his foot accidentally touched the severe cold leg.
How did everything happen
Shang Yinran didn't know, he only knew that a force was dragging her, and when she reacted, the whole person had fallen into severe cold hands.
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When she got off work, Shang Yinran learned that Taozi was in the hospital and hurried to see her.
It may be tired. She was not in a good mood when she returned to Yan's house.
Entering the door, Old Lady Yan saw her and immediately beckoned her to go over, "What's the matter? Her face is so ugly?"
"I'm a little tired." Shang Yinran said softly, "Mom, can I go back to my room and have a rest?"
"Go quickly, go quickly." Old Lady Yan said quickly.
Nodding, she walked to the stairs.
Old lady Yan looked at Shang Yinran's listless look, worried.
Yan Yuxi thought for a while and took out her mobile phone to call Yan Lihan, "Your wife is in a bad mood, you will come back soon."
There was a long silence over there, and the male voice was low: "I see."
After half of the entertainment was over, handed over to Cheng Lin to deal with, Yan Lihan returned to Yan's home.
Pushing open the bedroom door, someone nestled on the tatami.
The quilt was shaking, and Feng's eyes were cold, he bent over and lifted the quilt.
Shang Yinran exclaimed, and instantly raised his hand to cover his eyes.
Tears flowed down her fingers, and she didn't know how long she had been crying, and the tip of her little nose was red and affectionate.
Severe Han squatted down and helped her sit up.
The voice was cold and low: "What's the matter?"
Shang Yinran just cried and didn't speak.
Severe Han waited for a while, but when he saw her still crying, he lost patience, frowned and opened her hand.
"What's the matter?"
"I said, will you help me?" She didn't know what was going on, so she asked.
In fact, deepest in her heart, she hoped that he could help herself.
"It depends." Yan Lihan shaved her eyelashes. "It's ugly."
Shang Yin's mouth slumped, and she told the story about Taozi again.
After listening, his eyebrows frowned.
Looking at him, she asked cautiously: "Can you let the prevailing essay let go of peach?"
Looking down, he met her begging for hope and moved in his heart.
On the second day, Silent Night.
Sheng Xingwen pushed in and found that there was only one severe cold in the private room.
He also guessed half of his intentions.
"What's the matter with Shang Yinliang's friends?" The male voice was thin.
The prevailing text curls lips, "What else can happen? She, I'm attracted to her. It's that simple."
"Awen, give me a face." Yan Lihan said, clinking glasses with Sheng Xingwen.
Sheng Xingwen sneered and shook his head: "Did your little wife cry to you?"
"Awen!" warned coldly, and the severe cold phoenix eyes became colder.
Sheng Xingwen was surprised, "What? Really tempted? Isn't she? Didn't you find you to deal with the old lady?"
"Just say, let it go or not let it go."
"I promised that I won't look for her again, but if she herself appears in front of me again, Li Han, don't blame me."
"Ok."
After get off work, Shang Yin crept into the house with no one in the living room, so Shang Yin went upstairs and returned to the house.
Pushing the door open, I saw Yan Lihan standing in front of the French window with his back to the door.
Closing the door with her backhand, she whispered: "I'm back."
When she finished speaking, Severe Han turned and looked over.
With his eyes facing each other, Shang Yinran turned his face away.
At that moment, the guilty conscience overflowed in my heart.
Holding the strap of her shoulder bag, she stood stiffly in place.
Severe Hanfeng's eyes flashed, and he stepped towards her.
Standing in front of her, he asked quietly: "Go to the hospital?"
"Yeah." In response, she bit her lip, "Well, me, I'm going to take a bath."
After speaking, she stepped to the bathroom.
As soon as I took a step, my wrist was held.