He Is Warmer Than Time

Yang Haitao shook his heart and looked at her nervously: "Then you...will you still come in the future?"

Song Xuan leaned on the back of her chair, looking at the people beside her a little uneasy, and smiled: "What do you think?"

Yang Haitao felt even more uncomfortable: "I think you are a little uncomfortable in my house."

Song Xuan confessed: "I was a little uncomfortable for a while, and it was really uncomfortable."

Yang Haitao licked his lower lip: "That..."

Song Xuan looked straight ahead, her voice was a bit lonely: "My mother died when I was fifteen years old, and my dad soon married Suixian. To us, anyway, there is no shortage of money and material, but the care is not as good as before. Sister, I can’t even feel more sad for a while, because my sister is younger than me. If I break down, she doesn’t even have any support, and she has always been strong. Fortunately, my sister is now stronger, even stronger than me, so …Actually, I have always been greedy for those who are warm, just like the whole family in your family, who are very warm, and I like them very much."

Yang Haitao was relieved and grabbed her hand: "My family and I will treat you well in the future and will give you the best care."

Song Xuan was moved: "Thank you, I am very happy."

The sun was shining in the afternoon, and the red skirt and white shirt seemed to make her look more and more charming, so he asked Yang Haitao to look at her, slowly leaning towards her, and slowly leaning towards the alluring red lips...

Song Xuan also forgot to push him, forgot that there were other people in the car, and just watched him get closer and closer.

Uncle Zhong couldn't see it all at once, and the young people didn't put him in the eye, right? It's really open to kiss in front of him.

He quickly coughed twice, and Song Xuan immediately reacted and pushed Yang Haitao away abruptly. Yang Haitao slammed into the car door and yelled.

Song Xuan hurriedly asked if he had a bump, but saw Yang Haitao stretch her arms and clasp her in her arms. Before the strong kiss fell on her lips, he whispered: "Uncle Zhong, don't look."

Old Uncle Zhong blushed: "Who wants to watch?"

Song Xuan was struggling, and was pressed in his arms and kissed endlessly, cold and arrogant like Song Xuan, but also winked like silk by his kiss.

The fragments seemed to refuse and greeted: "Hai Tao, don't..."

Don't be in the car, don't be in front of Uncle Zhong.

How could Yang Haitao take care of this? Hearing that she liked him and loved his family members, he was immediately overwhelmed with excitement. The best way to express his excitement is to get in touch with her.

People who used to be so arrogant, like the flower of Gaoling, now it seems that once the ice-bound disguise has receded, she is just a petite little girl, but her weakness is not easy to be discovered by others.

The afternoon sun suddenly disappeared in the crevices of the trees, sprinkled in the car, Song Xuan was indulged in it, and could not extricate herself.

She has always been a calm and self-sufficient person, she would not be such a disregard of the worldly vision, why is... there is no way to push him away?

Is his eyebrows so tender in the afternoon sun?

Or is it because drinking a little white wine at noon makes people particularly vulnerable to the unique aroma of liquor?

she does not know.

She really didn't know.

She only knew that Yang Haitao's thin lips were very soft and comfortable to the touch. Her breath was also her nostalgia, so she put her hand on his neck and gently stroked it with love.

Let Yang Haitao deepen the kiss...

It turns out that October can also be the season of love.