Letting Loose After Marrying A Tycoon

"You woke up, didn't you?"

The person on the bed was still asleep and did not give any response.

Yan Jiang's throat rolled, he sucked his nose vigorously, and stopped the tears and snot that almost fell. Sitting down by the bed, Yan Jiang looked at Song Fei's ruddy and petite face, and suddenly said, "Song Fei, you were photographed by the reporter when you left my house this morning."

After Yan Jiang said this, he saw Song Fei's eyelashes trembling. Upon seeing this, Yan Jiang's emotions suddenly became agitated. He squeezed Song Fei's hand, and the voice broke when he spoke again, "It's really you, did you wake up, right, Song Fei?"

Song Fei couldn't pretend anymore, she slowly opened her eyes, and saw a handsome face that wanted to cry or not. Song Fei was in a daze. Eight years later, the coward hadn't grown much bigger, but he was more crying.

"Why are you crying?" Song Fei sneered contemptuously, "It looks ugly when I cry."

This was the first time Yan Jiang heard Song Fei's voice as an adult, as cold as the white snow on the mountain.

He likes it so much!

Yan Jiang suddenly took Song Fei into his arms. He pressed Song Fei to his chest, choked and said, "You really woke up, it's not an illusion, you really woke up!" There is only the real Song Fei. , Will have such a haughty and disdainful look, when she looks at him, she will always look like iron and steel.

Suddenly embraced by an adult male, Song Fei felt unhappy about being violated. "Let go." Song Fei is not used to being close to people.

Realizing what he had just done, Yan Jiang was embarrassed and guilty. He let go of Song Fei, and moved back, his eyes flickering, and he did not dare to look directly into Song Fei's eyes.

Song Fei stared at his Yan Liying [abiquge520www.biquge520.vip]jun's face, and asked with some doubts: "Have a facelift?"

Yan Jiang shook his head hurriedly, his face flushed. He hurriedly explained: "I didn't have a plastic surgery, I have a tooth correction." Yan Jiang used to have a mess of teeth, but after correction, the mouth shape has changed and it looks more refined.

Fearing that Song Fei would not believe it, Yan Jiang grinned openly, revealing a large, neat white tooth. "Look, are my teeth neater?"

Song Fei waved his hand in disgust, "Stay away." It was too silly to look straight.

Yan Jiang's old solid wood sat aside, not daring to make trouble.

Song Fei leaned against the head of the bed, feeling uncomfortable, she picked up the pillow to cushion her waist. Seeing her frown, Yan Jiang said thoughtfully, "Is the bed uncomfortable? I'll send someone a leather bed tomorrow that can adjust the head and back of the bed."

Song Fei didn't speak, but stared at him coldly. Yan Jiang was upset in his eyes, and he didn't dare to speak anymore. In front of Song Fei, Yan Jiang will always be the little counselor who was bullied but didn't even have the courage to fight back.

Song Fei suddenly curled her lips and asked in a dangerous tone: "Wife?"

Yan Jiang: "Huh?" He was a little embarrassed, and he was embarrassed to correct Song Fei: "I am a man, I should be old... old..." Yan Jiang didn't say the name of her husband, for fear of being hammered. .

Song Fei laughed at Yan Jiang's innocent and lovely picture. "Are you dreaming?"

Thinking of Yan Jiang holding her and yelling at a wife in the past two days, Song Fei feels a little confused. Unexpectedly, this little **** would actually like her, to the extent of paranoia.

Song Fei questioned Yan Jiang: "Who gave you the courage to call me your wife?"

Yan Jiang's head banged, exploded! He looked up in shock, looked at Song Fei in astonishment, and questioned in disbelief: "You have been pretending? When did you wake up?"

"The morning before yesterday." Thinking of something, Song Fei glanced at Yan Jiang's well-dressed appearance, and complimented: "Good figure, but the habit of not wearing clothes is not good."

What not to wear?

After thinking about it carefully, Yan Jiang realized that after taking a shower last night, he did come out without clothes.

"You peeped at me!" But that was last night... Thinking of something, Yan Jiang looked at Song Fei's eyes a little hurt, "You woke up yesterday? Why didn't you tell me when you woke up! I'm so fooling. Fun?"

Song Fei sneered, "Then what do you say about kissing me secretly?"

Yan Jiang covered his mouth.

Song Fei: "I don't know if you did anything disrespectful to me when I was in a coma. I can't tell. Not only did you persuade you, you were also a pervert."

Song Fei's contemptuous eyes stimulated Yan Jiang. He lowered his head deeply, and a few small dull hairs on that blue hair trembled, looking a little cute. Song Fei stared at the dull hairs, enduring and forbearing, and restrained the urge to go for a handful.

Song Fei broke through the sordid things he had done in the past, but Yan Jiang felt relieved. He suddenly raised his head and stared directly at Song Fei boldly, his eyes deep as never before.

Meeting Yan Jiang's eyes, Song Fei was a little surprised.

Her hand was suddenly held by Yan Jiang.

Song Fei looked at Yan Jiang silently, without saying a word, but did not pull out his hand either.

Yan Jiang's handsome cheeks are reddish, but his expression is so serious. He is a little cautious and cramped. This kind of Yan Jiang exudes an addictive magic power that wants to treat him better.

Song Fei actually felt a little uncomfortable. She wanted to take her hand out, but Yan Jiang felt her plan, but squeezed it tighter.

Song Fei couldn't move anymore.

Looking into Song Fei's glacial and snowy eyes, Yan Jiang had a sincere and sincere gaze. He said to Song Fei: "It's been eight years, Song Fei, I'm Yan Jiang."

Song Fei pouted, "I don't have plastic surgery, I can recognize it."

Yan Jiang brewed a full stomach of truth, and almost broke his work. He calmed down, adjusted his mood, and then said to Song Fei, "I haven't told you something."

Song Fei: "Just say it."

Yan Jiang: "Don't rush me."

Song Fei: "Oh."

Yan Jiang: "..."

Yan Jiang suddenly didn't know where to start.

The ambiguous atmosphere finally created was completely destroyed by Song Fei. Yan Jiang gave up on the romantic route. He simply said: "Eight years ago, on your fourteenth birthday, I was the one who stole the love letter in your bag."

Song Fei thought for a while, only to remember that there was such a thing. She faintly said, "There are too many love letters, which one belongs to you?"

Yan Jiang:!

He grinds his teeth up and down, and asks without expression, "Too many love letters?"

Song Fei nodded, her sister's charm is not lacking in the confident look of the suitor, "Well, you know, I'm smart and beautiful, I have a lot of fans and brothers, and love letters, isn't it normal?"

Yan Jiang didn't believe him. He said, "Song Ci said, you grew up so old that you received a love letter on your birthday that year."

Song Fei's expression was a bit uncontrollable, she sneered, "What does that little idiot know!"

Yan Jiang was a little suspicious. He was depressed and depressed. He said, "I wrote the love letter that was two long pages without a signature."

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