Song Chengyi grabbed the troubled little hand. She was sure that this was not heavy or itchy. She was not igniting the fire? "If you don't touch it, it won't hurt." What a meaningful sentence.

But Wan Ning didn't have so much thoughts at this moment. When the fourth sister is pregnant, she will have a cute little bun at the end of the year, and then next year she will have a white and tender baby called her aunt. The more she thinks, the more she feels, the more she is, and she is almost so happy that she can't stop talking.

Seeing her smirk, Song Chengyi couldn't help but say, "Your sister is so happy to be pregnant. If you are pregnant by yourself, how many days will you have to laugh?"

Wanning returned proudly: "If I were pregnant..." Then, she understood the meaning of this sentence, and her face turned red.

The little pink fist hit Song Chengyi's chest: "Who is going to get pregnant? Are you talking about my sister? Why are you pulling me?"

Her shy look made Song Chengyi's heart softened into a pool of honey, and the strength to hug her in his hands tightened: "Ling Ning, our marriage report has been approved, and the documents will be released in a few days. By the end of August, when you get older, you will be my wife, and then you will be tied to me for the rest of your life, and we can only be the only ones for each other."

He swore a lot, but why did Mu Wanning feel very comfortable when she listened? He pressed tightly against Song Chengyi's arms and thought to himself: Song Chengyi must be God's compensation for her two lifetimes of suffering.

Without getting her response, Song Chengyi continued to ask: "Ling Ning, have you heard me speak?"

I was clearly happy in my heart, but I was going to make people hate it. I must be talking about Mu Wanning, "I heard it, but who knows? There are so many women who like you, from my house, to the coiled troops, and then to your house, so many women chased me everywhere you go. I am a weak woman, so many crazy bees and butterflies that I can't kill. I am also weak, so how can I pick so many bad peach blossoms?"

Song Chengyi felt a little distressed in her tone. He raised her chin and looked at her eyes with innocent eyes. Is it my fault if someone likes me? However, he absolutely dared not say this sentence: "If possible, I just want you to like it alone in the whole world."

There is no reason for a woman in love to say. She is stingy and cautious, but she can heal her with just one word from a lover. After Song Chengyi said this, Wan Ning was perfect, and a smile appeared on the corner of her mouth. Song Chengyi continued: "Actually, I don't remember what those women look like. Only you. When I saw you at first, I couldn't help but look at it for a while, and then slowly remember it in my mind."

Wanning wrinkled her nose: "Are you praising me for being beautiful? Then if I don't look like this, would you not like me? Then I am just a passerby to you, A, B, C, and D?"

Song Chengyi felt that he was about to be confused by her. No matter how he said it was wrong, she would misinterpret it: "Mu Wanning, I think your little mouth is just a waste of cleaning up. Now I have to tell you with practical actions how much I like you."...

One room of honey, one room of sugar, one room of warmth...

In the morning, Song Chengyi appeared in front of everyone, still staring at the sweat and mist on his head and came back for morning exercises.

Looking at the sexy man with water droplets flowing through the Adam's apple, Mu Wanning couldn't help but blush and her heart beat. Last night, he was so bad that Xiaozhi asked her early in the morning if she had eaten too much pepper yesterday.

At the breakfast table, Aunt Lu asked, "Sister Ning, do you know that you are still talking in your sleep when you sleep? I got up to go to the bathroom last night and heard what you were saying, but I didn't wake up at that time and was far away, so I didn't hear what you were saying."
Chapter completed!