The big brother's little dick is sweet and flirtatious

Chapter 244

Hearing the words, the latter raised his deep and slightly pale yellow eyes, and asked him back: "What about you, why did you help grandpa do those things in private? As I said, we don't want to mess with the Yan family's property. Why don't you just do that?" listen?!"

Yan Shiyu avoided his father's oppressive gaze, and only replied, "Dad, you don't understand, but you will understand later."

In the study, Old Man Yan angrily smashed all the things into tatters.

Anything he can't control will be ruined!

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When Song Ning woke up, it was already night, with her back against the man's warm chest, her head resting on his long arm, and her slender fingers were playing with the man's fingers, intertwined.

Suddenly, a big palm was placed on her forehead, trying to feel her temperature, and then holding the thermometer, she raised her arm, put the thermometer down for her, and hugged her tightly: "Does your head still hurt?"

"It doesn't hurt anymore."

Song Ning shook her head, turned around a little apologetically, the man's big hand protected the side where she placed the thermometer, raised his chin and kissed the corner of his lips, and said softly: "Tomorrow we will get up early, and we must go to the temple."

"Don't worry, it won't be too late to go after you recover your energy."

The girl's body immunity is not high, and Huashan is very cold in the morning, and Yan Yan is worried that she will not be able to bear it.

Song Ning really felt that there was nothing serious about her body and that she could go up the mountain, but it was useless to beg several times.

In the end, she didn't know what to think, and looked at the small automatic vending machine on a small cabinet in the room.

Pointing solemnly, eyes full of seriousness: "Buy one, I'm really healed, all problems are gone."

"Ningling, don't make trouble."

Yan Yan took a little breath, restrained the darkness in his eyes, took a deep breath, wrapped his arms around her slender waist: "Good boy."

Song Ning took out the thermometer under her armpit and looked it at the light. When it was below 37 degrees, she put the thermometer back on the table and scanned the code with her mobile phone.

There were all kinds of things inside, Song Ning's cheeks seemed to be blush, she didn't know how to use the rest, she just took out the square box, threw the small things along the man with broken hair, and got into bed.

"Okay."

"........."

For a long time, there was no movement at all, Song Ning looked at him with open eyes, a little puzzled: "Why are you not moving?"

"You still need to take care of yourself."

Yan Yan answered very simply, without even thinking about it, he threw the human cub's fart into a far corner of the room.

Song Ning opened her eyes wide, a little confused. Yan Yan couldn't agree with the various behaviors of men mentioned on the Internet, and her self-control ability was too strong.

"Tomorrow is really okay, I have no problem, I can go up the mountain."

Song Ning hugged him and acted like a baby, grinding him.

"I beg you."

"I'm really fine, nothing happened."

For a long time, Yan Yan was unmoved. Song Ning knew that he was worried about her, but she was really sure that she was fine.

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In the end, Song Ning showed her petty temper and would not let Yan Yan touch her, she sat on the bay window from the bed, and then sat on the sofa from the bay window.

The two chased tirelessly, and finally Yan Yan compromised.

"Okay, I promise you."

Hearing this, Song Ning pursed her pursed lips: "You can't lie to me!"

The man finally hugged her, carried her back to the bed and covered her with the quilt, thought for a while, and stared at her little face: "Since you said you are all right, let me prove it in the old way, can I?"

"Prove it, but you wash the clothes!"

Those scenes came to mind, Song Ning was a little bit antiju, every time her clothes were dirty at the end, if they were left unwashed for a while, they would be dry, she was a little dry, she had to wear clothes in the future.

Yan Yan has always indulged Song Ning without a bottom line, but Song Ning has nothing to do with him.

In front of Yan Yan, she is a soft and waxy little rabbit who can be manipulated by others.

The man leaned against her shoulder, pursing his lips in satisfaction: "Okay, I'll finish the work later."

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Song Ning arrived in the middle of the night, and opened her eyes in a daze. She was so sleepy that she couldn't open her eyelids much, and saw the man busy with work.

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The next morning.

Song Ning relied on Yan Yan to brush her teeth. Holding the toothbrush in her hand, she was trembling faintly, and she heard a smile coming from her side.

The girl stepped on his instep unceremoniously.

Her coquettish appearance fell into Yan Yan's eyes, and her eyes couldn't help being filled with tenderness and banter.

Song Ning and Yan Yan held hands and walked slowly on the steps. There were not many pilgrims today, and the temperature suddenly dropped a lot.

Yan Yan was worried, so he put another thin coat on her.

The further Song Ning walked to the back, the more out of breath she became. After Yan Yan fed her a sip of water, he picked her up and walked away.

"No, what kind of sincerity is there?"

Song Ning's hair was wet, sticking to her cheeks and ears, her skin was white and rosy, as delicious and sweet as a peach.

Yan Yan hugged her tightly, his eyes were sincere, and his tone was always magnetic and stable: "It is enough that I have enough sincerity."

All he wanted was Song Ning, and he didn't ask for anything in return.

Song Ning raised her lips and smiled, then got off the ground, held his hand tightly, and looked devoutly: "Husband and wife are of the same heart."

The man's black eyes were deep, and he looked straight at her for a moment, with a smile at the tip of his eyes: "Okay."

From morning to noon, I finally arrived at the temple on the top of Huashan-Ruming Temple.

Passing through the gate, Song Ning knelt down on the futon first, followed by the man, and looked up at him: "Aren't we together?"

After Yan Yan stared at the Buddha for a moment, he slowly bent his knees and stood side by side with the girl, at the moment he lowered his head.

Song Ning's hands were stretched open by a pair of big hands, fingers clasped together, and she knelt down.

Song Ning's brows moved slightly, the indescribable sweetness melted in her heart, and she bought two blessing cards.

The girl took a pen and wrote the words, and soon hung them on the century-old towering tree full of blessing cards.

Where she thought she was high, Yan Yan could actually touch her.

May Yan Yan be safe and successful.

Song Ning wanted to read what he wrote, but Yan Yan hurriedly hung it on the branch, the difference in height was so great that she couldn't see it.

"Why don't you let me see?"

Yan Yan stroked her hair and comforted her: "I didn't believe in Buddhism, but because of you, I am willing to believe."

"No matter what you write, the only thing you can think of is you. Whether you read it or not, it is you."

Song Ning didn't expect him to say such polite words, she blinked her eyes and bent into a crescent shape: "Then let's hang another concentric lock."

The bridge over the entire lake was covered with locks. Song Ning took two locks and chose a place to hang them together.

Looking up at the man: "I suddenly... want to tell my fortune."

At the entrance of the temple, there are several fortune-telling old gentlemen who seem to be very knowledgeable.

Seeing the girl so excited, Yan Yan wanted to refuse, but finally nodded.

For fortune-telling, if you tell me that your fate is rough, I'm afraid Song Ning will think too much.

(End of this chapter)