Lin Qiao looked at him in confusion.

Song Tingfan did not return her, so he took the red cloth veil on the bed and gently placed it on top of her head, and then slowly lifted the veil.

The woman's chin, nose, eyes, forehead until the whole face was revealed.

Lin Qiao was stunned by his movements, raised her eyes and stared at him, and the man's low voice came from her ears, "Madam."

If you listen carefully, you can hear the trembling.

When Lin Qiao heard these two words at first, she felt like she was exploding, and then she started to "cough cough cough".

"Tingfan, wake, call me my name."

She couldn't stand his call to his wife, and she could accept it.

A trace of loss flashed in Song Tingfan's eyes, and soon returned to normal, "The newlyweds should call each other, you should call me... husband."

Lin Qiao was not familiar with the customs here, so she subconsciously believed it. After all, there was no excessive requirement.

But it was a bit too much for her.

She didn't shout, and the man in front of her didn't say anything, just stood in front of her like a mountain, and she was very angry that she wouldn't leave if she didn't shout.

Lin Qiao struggled for a while and wanted to say no to shout, but she was afraid of hurting the self-esteem of the man who was the child.

She repeated in her heart that this is the script, this is the script, this is the script.

Perhaps it was useful to comfort her heart. She showed the right smile, took out the acting look of the year, and shouted sincerely, "Honey husband."

The voice is soft.

As soon as she said that, she was stunned. It was over and she used too much force.

"Well, Tingfan, no, I don't want to..."

The man smiled happily, and didn't ask for anything else if he didn't get too far. "Honey husband" had been enough for him to be happy for a long time.

"There are some food on the table, so I'll bring in later."

Listening to the door closing, Lin Qiaocai raised her eyes, couldn't help but slap her mouth, and muttered in annoyance, "I didn't let you act like you act like you."

"It's already wrong, so if this continues, you won't be even worse?"

"We must raise the right one, and raise the right one."

...

After noon, the people outside were finished leaving. Seeing that Song Qin and the others were a little tired, Song Tingfan sent them into the house to sleep. After a while, he returned to the kitchen and brought the food to his house.

At this time, Lin Qiao had already taken off her shoes and fell asleep on the bed.

Seeing this, he took a lighter move, put down the meal and closed the door.

Then he walked to the bed and was about to carry her inside to sleep. It was probably hot, and the woman pulled her collar open, and half of it could be seen vaguely white.

His body froze and quickly looked away, while his face turned red.

In some ways, the man has made no progress compared to three years ago.

Suddenly, Lin Qiao opened her eyes and was startled to see him instinctively. Her reason was restored. She sat up and saw that his face turned red, thinking that she had drunk too much wine.

She quickly got up and helped him, "Do you have too much drinks and have a headache? I'll make some ginger candy for you."

Song Tingfan lowered his eyes and lied, "No need, it's okay, let's have a meal."

It's red to the neck, it's okay? Lin Qiao is a little worried, "How much have you drunk?"

"I don't know, I don't count."

When Song Tingfan saw her raising her hand to touch her forehead, his body tense and tense.

Seeing that he was normal to talk and walk, Lin Qiao breathed a sigh of relief, then she was on the table, and she was almost starving to death without eating early in the morning.

She looked at two bowls and subconsciously scooped him a bowl, "Uncle, eat together."

Song Tingfan came over to take the bowl, pursed his lips, and was serious and serious, "I will not respond to you when I call you uncle next time."

Upon hearing this, Lin Qiao was amused and crying, "Okay."

After dinner, she wanted to leave the house, and Song Tingfan stopped her, "I can't leave the house today, I can only leave the house tomorrow morning."

Lin Qiao subconsciously spoke quickly and said a little depressedly: "Ah? Then why are you staying in the house?"

Before he could finish his words, he realized himself, "..."

What are you doing? Of course you are "sleeping".

She yawned and changed the subject: "I'm a little sleepy, I'll sleep for a while, you go and do your own thing."

She quickly got on the bed, pulled the thin quilt to cover it, then erected her ears and listened to the movement behind her. The footsteps were getting closer and closer, and stopped, and then the bed sank a little.

She turned her head and the man was already lying beside her, "You have to sleep too, then you sleep, it's more spacious to sleep alone."

As soon as I got up, someone grabbed my wrist. Then I used a little force and fell into an embrace. In a low voice, "Don't move around, it will be uncomfortable."

The man on the 16th and 17th is just when he is in full swing. It is abnormal that the soft fragrance will not react if he doesn't react.

After understanding what kind of discomfort he would feel uncomfortable, Lin Qiao "crashed" and couldn't "operate" for a long time.

...

Both of them didn't go out for an afternoon, and Lin Qiao was indeed asleep, but Song Tingfan did not fall asleep.

It was almost dinner, and he was busy again. There were still many people eating at night. It was probably much cooler at night. Many people didn't leave after eating, and sat in three or five taels of pounds and talked.

Song Qinshi glanced at Song Tingfan who was packing the dishes and pulled him to the side, "Niu Niu, don't worry about this place, go into the house and talk to Qiaoer."

As for how they spoke, both of them understood.

Song Tingfan looked at the people in the yard, shook his head, then reached out and touched her hand, which was a little cold, and said worriedly: "My grandma, go back to the house to sleep, I'm here to watch."

"It's okay, be obedient. Let Qiao'er wait for you now." Song Qin insisted again and again before Song Tingfan returned to the room.

Seeing that the bed was separated into two halves, he wanted to laugh a little, but pretended not to see it, "Why aren't you sleeping?"

"I'll go to bed soon, Tingfan, are you going to sleep outside or inside?" Lin Qiao signaled him to choose.

Song Tingfan did not point out her little thoughts. In order to make her feel at ease, he casually said: "Let's go beside you."

"Okay, I'll leave more for you." Lin Qiao slept inside. She thought he would be irregular, but she didn't expect that he would move after falling asleep obediently.

After a while, the woman fell asleep and the man opened his eyes.

...

The next morning, a strong wind blew outside the house, and the peach leaves in the yard rubbed, making a "rustling" sound.

Inside the house

He was busy very late last night. Song Tingfan is still sleeping. He sleeps very well and can sleep in the same position.

Suddenly his eyebrows and eyes moved, and Lin Qiao quickly closed her eyes, looking like she was still sleeping.

The woman slept peacefully beside her, and a trace of satisfaction flashed across Song Tingfan's eyebrows and eyes, and the greedy eyes fell from her face and finally fell on her lips.

He slowly leaned over, his lips touched one another, and the blood in his body seemed to have solidified, and then it seemed to be "boiling" again, and began to burn his desire.

He wants...

Lin Qiao didn't expect that he would learn to take advantage of people sleeping. It was not right to wake up for a while, nor was it right to not wake up.

soon……

The touch between the lips lasted for a long time, from slight to slightly heavier.

The man's gasps became heavier.
Chapter completed!