It suddenly started to rain heavily in the middle of the night, and the originally gentle night wind became wild. As the raindrops hit the delicate winter flowers in the flower bed, the flowers shaking and unable to bear it.

The room on the fourth floor was pitch black, but someone suddenly struggled to jump off the bed, and reached out and pulled the curtains up with a random thorn.

Looking back, he seemed to see a gap. The figure barely suppressed his eagerness and carefully tugged on the cover. Then he turned around and jumped back to the bed with a full of heat.

Someone pulled the quilt open in advance. When the figure rushed in, the quilt was pulled randomly by his hands and feet, and he had no time to force the person who had just come up.

"Well, is it cold?"

Because the curtains were tightened, the street lights that barely snatched in outside the window were blocked, and the room was pitch black.

A man asked in a hoarse voice, and before the end of the speech ended, a woman's muffled groan sounded again.

"No, ha, not cold."

Feeling the misconduct of the head on his chest, Rong Qian gasped and responded reluctantly.

Yan Lang snorted, raised his head and leaned into Rong Qian's ears, causing him to make him feel like Rong Qianjiao, who had been pressed down by all beards and tails. Her body suddenly trembled, just like the flowers in the flower bed downstairs outside her school were also being beaten by the sudden wind and rain in the wind and rain.

"I'm here, are you ready?"

Yan Lang was worried that Rong Qian would not be able to adapt, so he was so swelling and painful that he could not bear it, so he helped her with his hands.

The nectar on the stamens was squeezed so moist enough that Rong Qian raised one of her arms to cover her red face, but Yan Lang reached out and touched her arms and grabbed her fingers, and then tied her fingers, clasped her hands tightly against her palms, and supported her on both sides of her head to take advantage of the force.

"Yeah, OK, OK."

Rong Qian's voice was trembling, but she was not afraid because she was about to become his woman.

Yan Lang suppressed the feeling of depression in her ears, hummed twice, and then took advantage of Rong Qian's body being soaked by his voice that her whole body became weak and her waist sank down.

Rong Qian shouted softly, afraid that Yan Lang would hesitate when he heard it, so he quickly swallowed the remaining half of the pain and bit the corner of his lips and frowned.

Yan Lang, however, was as if he could see things in the dark, and accurately landed a kiss full of love gently on Rong Qian's eyebrows.

The hot lips flattened her frown brows and then fell lightly downwards to the tip of her eyes and nose. Finally, they stayed at the corner of Rong Qian's chewed lips, tian took two mouthfuls, and then gently pried open the lips and teeth.

Gentle, he slid slightly under his body. When Rong Qian's teeth revealed his first comfortable and light mouth, Yan Lang finally revealed his loyal side as a man, let go of his tight hands, pressed Rong Qian's round and smooth Yue Er's shoulders, and rose and fell, and opened and closed.

Rong Qian frowned and shook her head in a bit unbearable, and her hands were placed on Yan Lang's arms that were constantly bulging out of muscles as she moved.

Yan Lang knew that Rong Qian liked to listen to his mouth. In order to please his partner and to get more benefits, Yan Lang breathed and rested without any repression. The mouth and mouth, which were sometimes high and sometimes low, sounded clearly in the dark room with the most sincere praise of Rong Qian's body.

It is difficult for women to accumulate and climb quickly in qing matters, but Rong Qian's first high-profile blooms with Yan Lang's praise.

Because he did the previous work patiently and meticulously enough, how harmonious and beautiful the process was, Yan Lang tasted the sweet gains he got from pleasing his partner to the best of his companionship. Before going to bed, he hugged Rong Qian, who was so petite and soft that he wanted to rub it into his bones, and did it twice. When he was sleepy in the morning, he used his cheeky skin and the voice that Rong Qian could not resist. He got what he wanted and had a happy morning exercise for two people on the bed.

After the exercise, Rong Qian was so tired that she couldn't even open her eyelids and fell asleep again in a daze.

On the other hand, Yan Lang, a labor force who was busy with coolies, was full of energy and was not afraid of getting up early in winter and slipped off the bed, put on his clothes quickly, then went to the bathroom to open the drawer on it, took out the spare toothbrush that he had planned for a long time and started washing.

When he was spitting out toothpaste foam, Yan Lang raised his eyes and saw the bright eyes in the mirror. He took a sip of water from the water cup to rinse the foam, and then whistled happily, and the corners of his eyes and eyebrows were about to fly.

After washing up, Yan Lang went to the kitchen to open the refrigerator and picked up a few ingredients, washed rice and put some porridge into the water, then put down the cutting board hanging on the hook on the wall, took the kitchen knife and whistled without fear of death, and threw the kitchen knife in the air, caught the handle of the knife, and then started cutting vegetables aggressively.

In the morning, I made a simple shredded shredded potatoes and marinated an ultra-thin slice of cucumber. In winter, cucumbers must be peeled, and then carefully served in the greenhouse. The skin never had the fragrance of the season, but it was rough and bitter.

Without hesitation, he decided to have breakfast. While Yan Lang was waiting for the porridge to cook, he used a large basin of washing clothes to connect half a basin of warm water, flushed it in and pressed the dish soaking detergent several times, then poked the sponge mop in and stirred it a few times, pulled the squeezing rod and squeezed out the excess water in the sponge, and happily mopped the floor.

The porridge takes a little longer, and the air in the pressure cooker has to be released.

After that, I had to scooped out two bowls to cool down, and the dishes were fried at the end.

During these processes, Yan Lang efficiently cleaned the tiles inside and outside the windowsills and walls of the entire home.

When the dishes were fried, Yan Lang sprayed the detergent on the kitchen wall tiles to clean the oil smoke in time.

Seeing that the whole house was clean and neat, Yan Lang blew a whistle of praise with his waist stretched out his tone, and felt a sense of accomplishment.

"Qianqian, get up and have dinner."

Yan Lang successfully achieved his dream and awakened his sleeping wife with a wet and cold kiss in the morning.

Wow, it’s a pity that I can’t call her wife openly now, but it’s almost done in the past two days.

Today I was going to the Zhang family. Rong Qian wanted to sleep, but suddenly remembered this and could only endure the pain of her body and rub her eyes and sit up.

After the quilt slid across his shoulders and the cold air touched the skin, Rong Qian realized that she still had no thread left on her body.

Yan Lang had already pulled the quilt and wrapped her chin tightly into the quilt. "Lying down first, I'll get you clothes. Those who were definitely not worn yesterday will definitely not be worn."

It was not that Yan Lang was too rude when he took it off, but the two finished it twice. Because they didn't want to get the paper, Yan Lang stretched out his arms and touched the bedside table for a while but couldn't find it. He simply picked up a soft clothes beside the bed and wiped it twice.

The virtuous Mr. Yan Lang just now took all his clothes to the bathroom and washed them first and threw them into the washing machine to wash them. Naturally, it was impossible to wear them again.

Rong Qian blushed and said "um" in a low voice. She was so obedient that Yan Lang couldn't help but hold Rong Qian's face in both hands and squeezed hard into the middle.

Now Rong Qian has been raised by Li Defang and Yan Lang and his son, and her face is rosy and full of energy. Even the flesh is longer. After being squeezed on her cheeks, she feels more fleshy.

Yan Lang smiled and sipped a loud "mua~" on Rong Qian's pouting lips, then rubbed Rong Qian's hair, got up and went to the wardrobe next to find clothes for Rong Qian.

Open the first drawer, take out a soft light blue underwear, close the drawer, and find a pair of underwear of the same color from the drawer below.

With a little lace edge on his underwear, Yan Lang felt that he was already a husband and wife. He blushed and covered his nose with shameless eyes.

After watching it, he looked back at Rong Qian with guilt. Rong Qian still obediently shrank his neck and hid in the quilt, waiting for him to help her get her clothes.

Yan Lang cleared his throat and asked himself to do his job quickly. He also found a pair of socks in the bottom drawer, and then he began to get Rong Qian a neatly matched winter dress.

"Is it good to wear the red and white skirts in the skirt?"

The one I bought for Rong Qian on the last New Year's Day. Most of the clothes that Yan Lang bought for her were gray and black. The skirt that Yan Lang bought for her was the most dazzling set in her wardrobe.

Red is the most picky person. If you have a bad figure, if you have a arched back, collapsed shoulders, and hold your chest, you will look vulgar and have no temperament. If your skin is not good enough, you will easily become low.

But although Rong Qian is not tall, she is better because her figure is slender and well-proportioned, and her shoulders are wide. She would unconsciously bow her head. Now, with Yan Lang who gives her enough sense of security, Rong Qian will also hold her head up and her chest up.

Even if you can't see anything during the steps, every step you take is solid enough because she believes in Yan Lang and believes that he can point her direction, whether it is every step in life or every step in life.

The skirt is bright red, with some edges with white lace edges.

Perhaps men have a feeling of lace that they cannot explain, and it is no wonder that those online loves are always the sales volume of lace hollow skirts in interesting stores is higher than that of yarn and silk.

The waist and back are the two parts that test the curve of women's figure, which are the most challenging for women's body curves, and the knee-length simple A-hem skirt is below. Rong Qian's buttocks are narrow, and the A-hem skirt can also be worn to create a slender and elegant feeling.

When Yan Lang bought it, he matched it with a whole set. Now he can just take it out and remove the clothes hanger.

Rong Qian blushed and wanted to wait for Yan Lang to go out, but Yan Lang just sat by the bed, and rolled up Rong Qian's leggings very considerately and carefully, asking Rong Qian to put on her underwear quickly, "Hurry up, otherwise the food that has been set on the dining room will be cold."

He spoke very righteously and harshly and full of the openness of a gentleman, as if he stayed here and made Rong Qian feel embarrassed to lift the quilt and put on clothes. He was not himself.

In the end, he still won with shamelessness. Rong Qian blushed and hid in the quilt, and then she barely put her clothes on her body.

Yan Lang smiled beside him with his hands in his arms. Seeing Rong Qian's face blushing and wanting to get into the quilt, he still didn't continue to say anything shameless. He held Rong Qian's hand and accompanied her to the bathroom. He squeezed toothpaste and washed his face throughout the whole process. Rong Qian was so attentive that she was not used to it.

"You, don't do this!"

Rong Qian whispered the bubbles in her mouth.

Yan Lang disagreed, "Mom said that you should do what you want me to do. From today on, you must work hard to adapt. I am also working hard to adapt. This is to make our future lives more harmonious and we are doing drills."

Rong Qian couldn't help but pursed her lips and smiled, muttering in her heart: "The dog is righteous and stern, and these two unrelated words are really suitable for this guy!"

The author has something to say: The little cuties who clicked in, don’t raise them, okay? I only have such a stroller left. If the report is confiscated, there will be no one!

Yesterday’s update, my friends were so powerful. I originally thought about accepting the results tonight, but what did I see? You actually achieved your goal last night. You are definitely the best update team I have ever met.

However, you will also spoil me, the big fairy girl. If there are only a dozen or twenty friends in one chapter, the big fairy girl will feel abandoned and broken up... - The big fairy girl is waiting for you to coax her
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