Chapter 1005 Pretending to be an innocent boy with me? !
Chapter 1005 Pretending to be an innocent boy with me? !
Yun Xingyue was already annoyed, but when she saw Feng Chenye's bewildered look, she became even more annoyed.
That look made her look like a beast.
No girl can chew a guy's neck like that.
Even the throat is red.
"You have a lot of marks on your neck, it's not good to be seen." After Yun Xingyue finished speaking, she lowered her head and drank the porridge, not daring to look at Feng Chenye.
"Ah, Yinzi, what Yinzi?"
Yun Xingyue: "..."
She didn't want to explain any imprints.
"Could it be bitten by mosquitoes? This new house is supposed to have no mosquitoes?" Feng Chenye touched his neck, his handsome face was full of doubts: "But why don't you have any on your neck?"
That tone sounded a bit innocent, undisguised, and full of curiosity.
Yun Xingyue's pretty little face couldn't lift her head because of embarrassment, and she almost shut herself off.
In the end, she couldn't pretend anymore, she raised her head in shame and anger, clenched her small hands into fists, her bright eyes were slightly angry: "Feng Chenye, don't pretend to be an innocent boy with me!"
Feng Chenye's handsome face froze for a moment, and he seemed a little puzzled by the murderer: "What do I have to do with an innocent boy?"
Yun Xingyue felt that she had let go of her anger, and she looked very fierce, but seeing his appearance, she felt that what she said was powerless.
All right, she threw in the towel.
"Your mark, yesterday! I gnawed it! If someone else sees it, I won't be able to live!"
Yun Xingyue said it almost through gritted teeth.
Feng Chenye was taken aback for a moment, then after recollecting it, he scratched his head a little embarrassedly: "It's okay, they are married anyway."
"Something's wrong! You forgot that we have three chapters in the agreement! One year later, the personality is not suitable, and we divorced."
"Let's talk about it after that year." Feng Chenye lowered his head and drank the porridge.
The subject of divorce was clearly not intended to be discussed.
"Anyway, as long as you remember, don't treat me as a brother, you rely on me." Yun Xingyue said.
"En." Feng Chenye muffled in response.
After breakfast, Yun Xingyue's grandma called.
Yun Xingyue picked up the phone and was about to ask if the two of them should go back to have lunch, but before she could ask, the grandma over there said that she would not have dinner together today. Get a good rest and then think about where to spend your honeymoon.
Anyway, just not to disturb the sweet time of the two of them, and hung up the phone after speaking.
Yun Xingyue, who was holding the phone, was stunned.
"What's the situation?"
Feng Chenye packed the dishes and brought her a glass of lemonade, and Yun Xingyue took it out of habit and drank it.
"Grandma told us not to go back for dinner..."
"Then..." Feng Chenye stood beside her, squinted at her pretty face, and pursed his lips.
The two were silent...
"Come on, play black, let's play games."
The happiness of otaku and otaku women is so simple, it just happens to be able to divert attention.
"it is good."
Seeing that he also agreed, Yun Xingyue stepped on the chair and put on her shoes. She didn't know whether she had huddled in the chair for too long or felt uncomfortable because she was too indulgent last night. She just stood up and took a step, her legs softened.
The whole person fell directly to the front, and spilled half of the water he drank.
Feng Chenye immediately reached out and hugged her.
"Slower."
Yun Xingyue froze, then turned her head to look at the man with a straight face, and then looked down at her body leaning forward.
His face was expressionless, but his temperature gradually rose.
Seeing her stunned, Feng Chenye immediately recovered after three seconds.
But at this time, the hand could not be retracted.
"On purpose? Huh?" Yun Xingyue raised her head again, and asked with gritted teeth.
The place where his hand was grabbing made her want to jump up and blow his dog's head off!
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