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Suddenly, there was a huge movement upstairs, it was Feng Yi who was furious, and his roar could be faintly heard.

Feng Shen must have been scolded by Feng Yi, Wen Mei gloated with schadenfreude, and Liang Weirong still looked like she had nothing to do with herself.

Feng Chen went upstairs, pushed open the door and saw Song Zhiyue sitting on the wide windowsill, looking down as if he was drawing something.

The spring sun shone through the glass, and her body was covered with a halo.

The hair that she pinned behind her ears and draped over her shoulders was also dyed by the sun.

Her white side face became more and more delicate and delicate, and the whole person was quiet and beautiful.

Feng Chen stepped forward and glanced at her drawings, which were a completed wedding dress design draft.

He hooked his lips and asked, "When was it designed?" ”

"It's been designed for a long time." Song Zhiyue felt that there was one place that he was not satisfied with, so he revised it again.

Feng Chen thought that she wanted a wedding for a long time, but he didn't give it to her.

"Yueyue, I'm sorry, I'm just making up for you now."

Song Zhiyue knew that he had misunderstood what he meant: "This wedding dress was designed before we got the license, and I used to lie in a quilt with Shengsheng and fantasize, wear a wedding designed by myself, and marry the man I like." ”

Feng Chen nodded: "The wedding date has been changed to the tenth of next month, although it is only half a month, but fortunately, you designed it in advance, and the wedding dress should be able to be made at that time." ”

Song Zhiyue was stunned: "Why did you suddenly change the date?" ”

Feng Chen's voice said softly: "I want to marry you home as soon as possible." ”

Song Zhiyue's face was slightly red, and she muttered in a low voice: "Isn't it all your person for a long time." ”

Feng Chen looked at her white and cute bun face, and wanted to take a bite: "But I want to tell everyone that you are the one who seals the dust for me." ”

Song Zhiyue's heart was pounding, and the corners of his mouth were filled with a sweet smile: "Then those who like you will no longer follow you one after another and revolve around you, won't you feel that you don't have a sense of superiority?" ”

Feng Chen raised his hand and pinched her delicate earlobe, the delicate and delicate skin was very comfortable to the touch, and there was a hint of softness in his heart: "It's enough to have you." ”

And it would be better if those women were self-aware, so as not to bother him.

Take, for example, nursery rhymes.

His thumb and forefinger kneaded her earlobes as if they were playing with a toy, and a tingling sensation hit her whole body like an electric shock, making her breathing uneasy and her mind couldn't help but fantasize about beautiful images.

Song Zhiyue, Song Zhiyue, you are a big pervert.

In broad daylight, you, you, you-

Didn't he just pinch your earlobe, and you actually reacted, and you actually wanted to ......

She licked her dry lips, and her eyes were wandering and she didn't dare to look at him: "Don't pinch my ears, it's a little itchy." ”

Feng Chen pinched it twice: "Where is itchy?" ”

"Itchy ears, of course."

"Are you sure?" Feng Chen smiled evilly.

Song Zhiyue had the illusion that her dirty thoughts were misunderstood, and her face became more and more red: "I'm sure and sure." ”

Where would Feng Chen have thought that her mind had gone astray, and the sentence "Are you sure" was just teasing her.

But seeing that her face was so red that she could drip blood, his eyes became deeper.

He let go of Song Zhiyue's earlobe and hooked her jaw: "Tell me honestly, do you want to be crooked?" ”

Song Zhiyue was forced to look at him, his face was red and hot, and he denied it: "I didn't." ”

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