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Song Zhiyue thought she was talking about this "happiness", and nodded sweetly with a smile: "He is very good to me now." ”

Su Wansheng smiled ambiguously: "It's better to be more leisurely these days, otherwise on the day of your wedding, the marks on your neck and collarbone are still there, I'll see what you do." ”

After Song Zhiyue reacted to what she said, her face was slightly red, and she nodded to indicate that she knew.

Thinking that Feng Chen was usually cold and indifferent, and he could say anything in bed, she asked Su Wansheng, her face was flushed, and she said hesitantly: "Did Senior Lu tell you...... Ever said that kind of thing...... Not only did he say it, but he forced you to say ......"

She said something unclear, and Su Wansheng looked puzzled: "What words?" ”

"It's when I'm in bed......" Song Zhiyue's face was as red as a pomegranate, and even the roots of her ears were flushed.

Su Wansheng understood what she was talking about.

She also thought that only Lu Zhenming was a cold male god in front of people, and he was a bastard beast behind him, so it turned out that Feng Dust was too.

"Men are well-dressed beasts, especially men who have opened meat."

Song Zhiyue nodded in agreement.

"Let go of the bed and let him be satisfied, and occasionally say something like that to add some spice."

If she said this to others, she would be embarrassed, but her relationship with Song Zhiyue was here, except for the slight dryness of her face at the beginning, she slowly became calm.

Song Zhiyue saw that she didn't make fun of herself, and her shyness slowly faded: "What you said reminded me of what I said on the Internet, men like coquettish-women in bed." ”

Su Wansheng stood behind her and put the strap behind her wedding dress: "It seems to make a little sense." ”

***

Liang Weirong came back from outside, didn't say hello to Wen Mei, and went upstairs directly.

Outside the bedroom, she was about to push the door when she heard a voice talking on the other side and glanced sideways.

The door of Feng Chen and Song Zhiyue's room was half open, and in addition to Song Zhiyue, Su Wansheng was also in the house.

Song Zhiyue was wearing a wedding dress, the two were talking about something, and Song Zhiyue had a sweet smile on her face.

She only felt dazzling, she should have been the one who wore the wedding dress for the dust, but now she has become this woman.

She looked at Song Zhiyue's eyes with undisguised hatred, and the nails she was holding the bag were almost overturned.

Song Zhiyue inadvertently tilted her head and saw Liang Weirong who was staring at them, and the smile on the corner of her mouth condensed slightly.

Liang Weirong retracted her gaze expressionlessly, turned around and entered the room.

Hearing the sound of slamming the door on the other side, Su Wansheng glanced at it and asked Song Zhiyue suspiciously: "Who lives opposite you?" ”

"Liang Weirong and Feng Shen." Song Zhiyue replied.

Feng Shen was still at work at this time, so Su Wansheng guessed who it was.

She said, "I think it's better for you to live in Xijing Garden." ”

"Let's talk about it after the wedding."

She can't be the master of this, so she has to discuss it with Feng Chen.

After the wedding dress was worn, Song Zhiyue looked at herself in the mirror, and couldn't help but fantasize in her mind that on the day of the wedding, she would wear this wedding dress and hold flowers to marry the man she loved.

Just thinking about her makes her excited, and she looks forward to the arrival of that day more and more.

"My phone is on the table, you take a picture for me."

Su Wansheng teased: "Can't wait for him to see you in a wedding dress?" ”

When she said the central matter, Song Zhiyue's face was hot, but she didn't admit it: "How can I be, can't I stink and be beautiful?" ”

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