Song Yuyi bowed his head.

Gently kissed Ye Qinqin's forehead.

Warm as a breeze.

Brushing her forehead, it was warm, light, and gentle.

Ye Qinqin closed his eyes.

I feel a deep affection that is as gentle as water.

"Qinqin." The low, metallic magnetic voice lingered in Ye Qinqin's ears.

Ye Qinqin felt bursts of warmth and moistness, and slowly moved from his forehead to his eyes, and then from his eyes to his cheeks, directly surrounding and covering his lips.

——

Song Yu's eyes became more and more obsessed.

In my ears, there was a sudden sound of hurried footsteps.

He raised his eyes.

The eyes of love and fascination suddenly became cold and arrogant.

He looked at Song Lianfeng, who came close and was covered in **.

His eyes tightened.

"Song Lianfeng has seen the head of the family." Song Lianfeng saw Song Yuyi and saluted Song Yuyi respectfully.

Song Yuyi said coldly: "Excuse me." ”

"Master Xie."

Song Lianfeng was anxious, he looked up, and saw that Ye Qinqin was also beside him, his eyes suddenly lit up, and he hurriedly said, "Miss Ye, please delete my photo." ”

Ye Qinqin coughed lightly.

"No, I've already taken a picture, it's mine, I won't give it to you." Ye Qinqin opposed,

"Qinqin." Song Yuyi stretched out his hand, pinched Ye Qinqin's cheek, and solemnly reminded, "I am yours, and the others are not as good as me." ”

Ye Qinqin looked at Song Yuyi's implicit vinegar words.

Come back to your senses.

Hurriedly took the initiative to hug Song Yuyi tightly with both arms.

"I know, Brother Yi, don't be angry, I have you is equivalent to having the whole world, and other people can't even compare to a hair of yours." Ye Qinqin saw Song Yuyi's gloomy face, and hurriedly coaxed Song Yuyi.

Song Yuyi obviously knew that Ye Qinqin was talking and coaxing him.

But I can't hide the joy in my heart.

"Qinqin, I like to hear you say compliments." Song Yuyi smiled slightly, staring at Ye Qinqin intently, "What I like the most is to listen to you." ”

Ye Qinqin glanced at Song Yuyi with disgust.

"Brother Yi, you are talking so sweetly now, sweeter than honey." Song Yuyi looked at Ye Qinqin dotingly.

Ye Qinqin smiled.

"It was meant to be!"

"You!" Song Yuyi pinched Ye Qinqin's white and tender cheeks with her hand, and said softly: "You leave first, I'll look for you later." ”

Ye Qinqin looked at Song Yuyi's appearance of Chengzhu Zaiqu.

Nod vigorously.

"I see, I'll wait for you at the stone table." Ye Qinqin said softly.

"Okay."

Song Yuyi reluctantly looked at Ye Qinqin's departing slender figure.

Until he looked at Ye Qinqin's figure, he was not among the branches and left.

He turned around and looked at Song Liansheng with a depressed face.

Song Yuyi's expression was calm on the surface.

In my heart, I knew what Song Liansheng meant when she ran over.

However, he must help his wife and mother.

"Song Liansheng, your body, is it okay now!" Song Yuyi said directly.

Song Liansheng's expression froze.

He wanted to forget the stupid thing he had just done.

However, Song Shao, the head of the family, intentionally or unintentionally, reminded him that the moon cakes made by himself jumped into the pool hotly.

"It's all right, thank you for your love." Song Liansheng saluted respectfully.

Song Yuyi said lightly: "Song Liansheng is the elder of our Song family, so your body is very important, don't waste your body at will." ”

"Yes." Song Lian was born in front of Song Yu's sharp eyes, useless.

Song Yuyi looked at the obedient Song Liansheng in front of him.

A faint nod.