"Sister Xuexue, I understand, I understand!" "

It's me who takes the initiative, I take the initiative." "

You're a gentle lady, how could you do such a thing, right~" "

Hmph(◦'~ ́◦) Xiao Chenchen, this is what I said.

"I didn't force you. "

The smell of steamed buns came from the kitchen.

Ning Feixue sniffed her upturned little nose.

Her little belly instantly sounded "grunt", after last night's two-hour battle, Xiao Chenchen was very powerful, and she felt that she could lose weight with all the energy consumed.

And she got up late tonight, it's ten o'clock now, and she's almost hungry with her chest pressed against her back.

Although theoretically, her breasts couldn't fit her back at all, because it was too drumming.

"Xiao Chenchen, hurry up and take me to dinner.

Ning Feixue stretched out her white and tender arms and motioned for Jiang Chen to hug.

What can Jiang Chen do?

Hug, what else can you do?

"Come on, it's time for the pigs to eat.

"Nasty!" Ning

Fei sat down at the dining table and jerked a drawer of xiaolongbao, plus two bowls of lean porridge.

"Hiccup~~~"

Ning Feixue burped a lot.

She didn't care at all now.

If he was already in front of Xiao Chenchen, he would be ashamed to die.

Now I'm not afraid at all, I'm an old husband and wife, and my body is all gone, so what's it like to burp.

Jiang Chen couldn't help laughing.

He took out a tissue and wiped Ning Feixue's greasy little mouth.

"Sister Xuexue, look at you. "

Not reserved at all. "

Hiccup—————— Ning

Feixue burped again, "Xiao Chenchen, do you dislike your sister!"

"There's no way to dislike it."

Jiang Chen said deliberately.

"Okay, Xiao Chenchen!" "

You still dare to dislike your sister!" Ning

Feixue directly resorted to her best stuffy killing.

smothered Jiang Chen's handsome face on his chest.

The two of them fought and returned to the living room.

"Watching TV watching TV.

Ning Feixue turned on the LCD TV and sat in Jiang Chen's arms.

She held the remote control and pressed it for a long time.

As a result, there was not a good show.

"Little Chenchen ( ๑ŏ _ ŏ๑ )"

"Sister Xuexue, you are."

"It's work time, so there's no good show."

Jiang Chen rubbed Ning Feixue's little head.

"Xiao Chenchen, when it comes to going to work, you should take a few more days off. "

Uh-huh?"

"That way you can play for a few more days."

"It's you, Sister Xuexue.

"In my little brain, I want to play every day. "

Hmph.

Ning Feixue pouted: "Sister has done everything now, what can I do if I don't play."

Jiang Chen glanced at Ning Feixue.

Set a small goal first, such as tens of billions.

"Xiao Chenchen, I sold the company for hundreds of billions. "

Uh..."

Damn, the female president is so arrogant!

【...】

[Host, you're also the president]

Oh, that's fine.

Ning Feixue changed the rooftop for half a while, but none of them looked good.

She simply turned off the TV, threw the remote control aside, and leaned on Jiang Chen's broad chest to pretend to sleep.

Jiang Chen also silently used his fiery big hand to help Ning Feixue massage the bulging little belly that had just finished eating a drawer of buns.

The two snuggled up to each other and enjoyed the quiet time of the years.

Since that time with Sister Xuexue, Jiang Chen has felt more and more that this moment is extremely warm.

When there was no such thing before, Jiang Chen also helped Sister Xue Xue massage her little belly as usual.

But I always feel that there is something missing, and there is no such taste.

After a two-hour protracted battle last night, Jiang Chen finally felt a slight difference.

It is a kind of body-to-body blending, mind-to-heart communion.

At this moment, Jiang Chen really felt the feeling of raising his eyebrows and foaming at each other.

Let's talk about the old husband and wife that people often talk about.

"Little dust. "

What's the matter, Sister Xuexue?" Ning

Feixue, who was leaning on Jiang Chen's body and pretending to sleep, suddenly called out to him.

"It's time for us to settle the ledger. "

Ahh

Sister Xue Xue said that she came here, what kind of general account is

it? Wasn't the two hours last night enough?

He shrunk his neck and looked at Ning Feixue.

"Sister Xuexue, what kind of ledger is

it?" "Hmph, Xiao Chenchen, you won't forget who you are, right

?" "Uh..."

"Who else can I be?"

Ning Feixue stretched out her white tender finger and poked Jiang Chen's forehead.

"Hmph, you are a financial district with 11.2w fans, 'Ning Feixue is a pig'. "

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