He Is Warmer Than Time

Zhuang Fengqin smiled and said, "It's all considered engaged, so don't leave tonight. I have prepared a room for you. I cleaned up Haitao's room. It is very beautiful. You two will sleep in it later."

Song Xuan's hand pinched Yang Haitao's leg under the table, and Yang Haitao quickly said: "Let's go back, it's not far."

Zhuang Fengqin was in a hurry. Just about to speak, Yang Zhiguo gave a light cough: "Well, follow them, follow them."

Zhuang Fengqin used the excuse to go to the kitchen to see if there were any unserved dishes, and ran to the yard, where his son's car was parked safely in the yard. She chuckled, and Jiang Zonggui was still old and spicy.

When Yang Haitao finished eating with Song Xuan, he came out to see that the tires were flat. One of him and one of his father were flat.

Yang Haitao slandered. His mother really paid the cost in order to keep them. He coughed lightly: "Xiao Xuan, the car is broken, or else, don't you leave tonight?"

Song Xuan glanced at him and whispered: "Did you sneak out and punctured your tire?"

Yang Haitao suddenly felt wronged, he was more wronged than Dou E, but his mother, can he confess? Obviously, he could only help his wife to cover, and then vaguely said: "Maybe it was just accidentally stuck on the way."

Song Xuan followed him into a room like this.

The room is spacious and bright, the wooden floor is polished very brightly, the curtains are newly decorated, and the brown-yellow chest of drawers exudes the smell of wood.

The big bed was covered with... a scarlet quilt, embroidered with dark flowers on the satin surface. Song Ran walked closer and found that the dark flowers were the Chinese characters "Happy".

Yang Haitao was a little guilty: "I really didn't know my mother prepared this."

Song Xuan was calm: "Your mother is so hard, why do you feel a little guilty of conscience?"

Yang Haitao touched the back of his head: "Do I have it? I don't have one."

Song Xuan calmly sat on the bed: "Then wash, watch TV for a while, and go to sleep."

"Why... how do you sleep?"

Song Xuan walked to the bathroom: "How do you want to sleep?"

Yang Haitao followed her step by step: "Ah...I want to sleep with you."

What he wants to say is, I want to sleep with you. That way, I'm going to have to slap you, forget it, let's say something else.

Song Xuan turned around and stared at him angrily: "You haven't gotten married yet, do you think too much?"

After finishing speaking, he entered the bathroom, Peng Di closed the door, and Yang Haitao, who had eaten the door behind closed doors, reached out and touched his nose, and muttered: "I want to sleep with you, and I want to sleep with you. Is there a big difference?"

I thought again, who said that last time, I didn’t want to be in a small hotel for the first time. It’s not good for a small hotel. Isn’t it good for his house, the wedding room that his mother arranged for them?

Well, these, he only dared to think about it in his heart, saying that he would be beaten, he wouldn't say it.

The two of them both took a shower and sat side by side on the big bed. The TV show was about a love movie of Hong Kong and Taiwan. Song Xuan watched it seriously and did not notice the uneasy person sitting on the side.

Yang Haitao felt hot, and felt a raging fire burning vigorously in his body.

Can it be hot after eating so many oysters and sea cucumbers at night?

He coughed slightly and asked Song Xuan, "Do you... don't you feel hot?"

Song Xuan's attention shifted to him: "How can it be hot?"

Only her closed lips were left in Yang Haitao's eyes. He leaned against her without a trace: "You touch my forehead to see if I am hot."