This Warm Marriage is Bone-deep Sweet

  Chapter 113 Why is there an illusion of forced marriage?

Next to the step railing, Yan Shiqi smiled and greeted Lin's wife. She was wearing a gray and white waist and ankle long skirt. The small V-neck design was not exaggerated but also a bit sexy, and her symmetrical figure was slender. , Skinny and elegant.

  The distance from the steps to the kitchen, the man seated steadily, his deep eyes always locked her figure.

  He seems to have just taken a shower, his hair is still a bit damp, the ink-colored casual shirt and household pants, leisurely and casual, revealing a bit of laziness.

   Seeing her approaching, Qin Baiyu slowly raised his hand, his lips slowly raised with a cheerful smile.

  Yan Shiqi put his lush white fingertips on his palm, looked down at his skirt, and asked him, "Does it look good?"

   "It looks good, but you still like it?"

"Of course I like it!" Yan Shiqi put one hand on his palm, and the other hand was arranging the hem of the skirt. He looked like he couldn't put it down: "When did you prepare this skirt? I haven't seen it a few days ago. VD This is a new product in the early autumn of this year, and it has been sold out as soon as it went on sale!"

   "Just like it, sit down and eat!"

Hearing the words, Yan Shiqi pouted the corners of his mouth, Yu Guang caught a glimpse of Lin's wife leaving quietly, and the smell of breakfast was still wafting in the quiet kitchen.

Her pupils flickered, and she held the man’s fingertips with slight force. In the expression of his raised eyebrows, she slowly leaned over, squinted her eyes to the man’s cheek, and said softly and cutely: "Mr. Qin, you always It’s a surprise for me, should I also say something?"

  The man smiled unabated, and Qingrun's pupils were filled with gentle and soft light, and she was indulged in playful indulgence: "How do you plan to express?"

Yan Shiqi saw the pain in his eyes, they faced each other, and she could smell the sweet and fresh smell of the man, as if she had been bewitched, her eyes became passionate and she smiled at the man. In the manner of, he leaned close to his cheek and dropped a kiss with a bang.

   After the kiss, Yan Shiqi let go of his hand, sat down opposite him, took a bite of the toast, and the corners of his eyebrows and eyes were sweet and warm.

   "Mr Qin, are you satisfied with this expression?"

  She used actions to express her gratitude.

  The man’s sight from across the table was deep and dark, as if the ink was stained with whiteness. Mysterious and timeless, his thin lips were slightly lifted, and he was a little bit joking. He said quietly and steadily: "Do you need my gift in return?"

   "Cough cough cough..."

  Yan Shiqi was choked by a sip of milk that he had just drunk, coughed a few times, and his cheeks were red.

  She covered her mouth, twisted her eyebrows and stared at him, and two blushes that were more delicate than rouge flew across her cheeks, mating her ears.

  The man smiled and shook his head and wiped the corners of her mouth with a tissue, and then handed her the milk in front of him again, "Stop making trouble, eat well!"

  Yan Shiqi lowered his eyes, covering his embarrassed look. He wanted to force him, but he was counterattacked. It was really embarrassing!

  After eating the toast, Yan Shiqi sipped the milk in his mouth, followed the rim of the cup to look at the opposite man, and after several times, he put down the cup and said: "I seem to be free this afternoon."

  The words fell, she lowered her head, her ears were red again.

  How can there be an illusion of forced marriage? !

   is an illusion!

  Actually, in the car last night, she said to a man the words "want to be Mrs. Qin", which almost used all her courage.

  She vaguely remembered that the man did not answer her at the time, but he sighed and took her into his arms, his arms very tight.

  Until... fell asleep soundly in his arms.

  So, when will you get the certificate?

  She was not ashamed to ask directly, she could only use this curvilinear way to save the country to express her determination.

  (End of this chapter)