80s: Little Sweet Wife

"Meimei, don't pay attention to Han Boyuan in the future, huh, what a Han Suqin, my heart is completely black!"

Yan Xinya only thought that Han Suqin was in front of her before, bragging about how good her nephew was, and also said that Han Boyuan was simple and would be shy when holding hands with girls... Bah!

Nonsense!

"I know, it's too late for me to bother with the surname Han!" Meimei changed the platform and responded casually, Han Boyuan was not even her friend, and as far as possible to avoid, it is best not to have a relationship for ten lifetimes . ◢щЩш.suimEnG.1a

Yan Xinya glanced at the photo again and sneered, even more contempt for Wu Yue.

Sure enough, it was He Biyun, who was self-deprecating, and now he doesn't even want to have any face, and he would actually agree to have **** with a man in such an environment!

A woman doesn't even value herself, how can a man respect you?

Yan Xinya threw the photo on the coffee table and looked at Meimei with relief. Her daughter was beautiful and sensible, and she was ten million times stronger than He Biyunsheng.

"Meimei, you must respect yourself in the future, and you must never trample yourself like Wu Yue, understand?" Yan Xinya said with puns, and observed the changes in Meimei's expression.

In the past, her daughter was still young, so she was not worried about being with Yan Mingshun, but now her daughter is charming and moving, more beautiful than she was when she was young. Yan Mingshun is at a vigorous age, so it is strange that she can hold it back.

This requires Meimei to be self-respecting, that's why she said that.

Meimei heard the meaning of Yan Xinya's words, and could not help but blushed, and lowered her head shyly.

"Brother Ming Shun is not Han Boyuan, he won't mess around."

The voice was as thin as a mosquito, and Yan Xinya pressed the TV to mute, and she barely understood.

Her brows were so embarrassed that her face turned purple. How could she know that it was only two **** photos that stimulated her queen mother and even gave her a physiological hygiene class.

It's really embarrassing to discuss this kind of thing with my mother-in-law!

Yan Mingshun and Zhao Yinghua also raised the issue of chastity in the study. Zhao Yinghua's eyes widened and he said coldly, "If you dare to touch my daughter's finger, I will definitely let you know how the flowers turn red!"

"How did you let me know?"

Yan Mingshun just tapped lightly, and with a click, the desk became five corners. He looked at Zhao Yinghua, who had changed color indifferently, with a playful look in his eyes.

Zhao Yinghua picked up the corner of the desk from the ground, the cracks were very smooth, there was not even a thorn in the wood, his heart skipped a beat, his hands trembled, he took a few steps back subconsciously, staring at Yan Mingshun's slender palm.

"Are you a special force in the army?" Although Zhao Yinghua did not join the army, he still knew the army very well.

Yan Mingshun nodded slightly.

Zhao Yinghua's complexion changed slightly, but he admired Yan Mingshun even more~www.wuxiaspot.com~ But the problem is——..

"The special forces are not good. If you don't get it right, you will have to burp. I don't want my daughter to be a widow in the future." Zhao Yinghua shook his head again and again.

Originally, he was dissatisfied with Yan Mingshun going to join the army, and he didn't know how hard the military wife was, but his daughter only liked this kid, so he could only reluctantly agree.

But now he has changed his mind again. The military wife is hard, but the wife of the special forces is even harder. How could he be willing!

Yan Mingshun said solemnly: "I will definitely live longer than you and live a hundred years!"

Zhao Yinghua glared angrily and turned back to the topic just now, "Anyway, please remember that you are not allowed to touch my daughter before marriage, otherwise, even if I can't beat you, I will have to kill you!"

In case Yan Mingshun burps before marriage, his daughter is still an innocent big girl!

Yan Mingshun snorted softly, "Do you think I am you? Self-control is so poor!"

After he finished speaking, he opened the door and left, too lazy to take care of Zhao Yinghua, who was jumping up and down.