Lin Fanyue: [Your mother didn’t say anything about you, right?]

Song Qingrui: [It’s not what you told me before, I didn’t listen.]

Lin Fanyue: [...So you are really going to the grassroots level tomorrow? 】

Song Qingrui: [Yes, do you want to come and comfort me?]

Lin Fanyue: [Haha, you deserve it, who made you fall in love with me.]

Song Qingrui: [There is no way, someone is very charming, beautiful, sexy, cute, sweet and capable...]

Lin Fanyue almost laughed out loud: [You praise me, why don't you continue to praise me? I haven't heard enough.]

Song Qingrui: [Uh..., I can’t praise you any more. Any more praise seems too false.]

Lin Fanyue: [Humph, angry, so this is all I have?]

Song Qingrui immediately sent over an emoticon of kneeling down and begging his wife for forgiveness.

Lin Fanyue burst out laughing, but then sent a very angry emoticon: [Who is your wife?]

Song Qingrui: [Okay, baby, in order not to make you angry, I decided to sell my beauty late at night. 】

Lin Fanyue:【???】

Her heart was beating wildly. What does it mean to sell your beauty late at night?

While he was thinking about it, Song Qingrui sent another selfie. In it, he was standing in front of the floor-length mirror in the dressing room. He was only wearing a pair of thin gray pajamas with a shirtless top. The light above his head fell on the neatly arranged clothes.

On the abdominal muscles, the downward mermaid line disappears at the edge of the pajamas, which makes people think about it.

In the dead of night, Lin Fanyue looked at the photos on her phone, feeling an unsatisfied flow of blood rushing to the top of her head.

This is so lively and lively.

Although one time when she went to see him in the morning, she accidentally saw him shirtless last time, but at that time she only took a quick glance at it, unlike now where she can stare at the photo and study his figure carefully.

She remembered that he didn't seem to have so many abdominal muscles last time, so he must have been practicing secretly recently.

He is indeed a scheming man, very scheming.

Lin Fanyue studied his figure covetously for a while, and then typed a very shameless reply: Bastard, you are so shameless, why are you wearing pants?

But after she finished writing, she felt something was not right, as if she was trying to imply something by provocative means.

Just as he was about to delete it, Yueyue, who was sleeping beside him, suddenly snorted and cried and opened his eyes.

She quickly threw her phone on the quilt, hurriedly bent down and patted Yueyue's chest gently.

Yueyue moaned and cried for a while, and after tossing and turning for five or six minutes, she fell asleep again.

She picked up her phone and was shocked to find that the WeChat message just now seemed to have touched the quilt and was sent out inadvertently.

Two minutes ago, Song Qingrui sent a WeChat message: [What does "blushing" mean? Do you want to provoke me into taking a photo without pants? ]

One minute ago, Song Qingrui: [Ahem, I can’t do it, but I’ll try my best.]

"..."

Lin Fanyue felt as if her brain had been struck by lightning.

God, please strike down a thunder and let her die.

Or talk about throwing a piece of tofu and see if you can kill yourself.

She quickly replied: No, you misunderstood. Yueyue woke up just now. I went to coax her...

Before I finish sending it, a photo has been sent over there.

She tremblingly clicked on it, downloaded the full picture, and almost had a nosebleed.

Song Qingrui inside was only wearing a pair of men's boxer briefs. The gray pajamas just now were no longer there, and his two slender legs were exposed straight to the air.

She really didn't want to look, but her eyes still stayed on the photo uncontrollably.

After a while, my cheeks started to feel hot.

Song Qingrui sent a message: [This is already my limit, I really can’t do it anymore.]


Chapter completed!