"No, no!"

"Not yet, your eyes are lasered, and my body is about to turn into a hole."

Feng Yuanman coughed twice, covering up his embarrassment, his eyes floated out the window, looking at the lights of thousands of families outside, and all kinds of black-haired and yellow-skinned people on the streets, occasionally there were some foreign faces. In fact, it was his own country, and inexplicably he had a more sense of belonging.

This is the feeling she had nowhere to do when she was abroad for half a year. Even in the bustling Chinatown, she felt lonely.

"what's on your mind?"

When Song Yang saw her silent, he was a little scared, afraid that she would think about how to leave him.

"I miss myself, and I also want...my relationship with you."

In the past, she was too cautious about Song Yang. Because she was afraid of losing, she was always humble, afraid that he would not like her again.

But after experiencing the storm of her ex-girlfriend, she found that she was more likely to think about problems calmly.

"We?" Song Yang raised his heart, "You should think about our relationship well. I can't always follow you without any name or distinction!"

Feng Yuanman was stunned, "I don't seem to forgive you yet!"

Song Yang's hand slid and almost threw the car into a drifting arc. "Aman, I know I was a little arrogant before, and I even rejected you many times, but when I really like you, I thought about our future."

"Thank you for reminding me, you rejected me so many times."

Hearing Feng Yuanman say this, Song Yang suddenly lost confidence in what he wanted to do next.

“Where are we going?”

"Well, you'll know when you're here."

Feng Yuanman didn't ask much, put the seat flat and decided to take a short snatch.

"There is a pillow and quilt behind you. Open the cover and don't catch a cold." It's still hot if the air conditioner is not turned on now. If the air conditioner is turned on, sleeping in the car, it's a bit cold.

"Oh!" She got up and went to get the pillow in the back seat. Because the car was too large, she could only stand up and get the pillow.

The fragrance of the woman's body came to her face. Unlike the strong perfume smell, he turned his head and saw her snow-white legs. The perfect fleshiness made him glitter in his eyes.

When my throat moved, my mouth and tongue suddenly became dry.

Finally, he got the pillow, and Feng Yuanman sat back to his original position. Seeing the red light turned to the green light, Song Yang was motionless, and the car behind him honked the horn at the same time.

Song Yang instantly came back to his senses and quickly started the car.

"What's wrong with you just now?"

After swallowing, could he say that he was tempted by those snow-white legs?

It is obviously not that slender, but it is evenly symmetrical and confusing.

"No, it's okay."

"Your face is a little red, don't you have a fever?"

"No." He didn't have a fever, he was slutty.

Feng Yuanman always felt something was wrong. He was really afraid that he would get sick, so he touched his forehead at the traffic light. It was a little hot, but the temperature was not enough to burn his brain.

Song Yang's eyes darkened, and he tightened the steering wheel tightly. When the traffic lights were on, he pulled the wheel and drove straight to the side of the road. He braked and stopped on the side of the road, "You forced me."

"What?" Seeing that his expression became ferocious, Feng Yuanman was frightened, "Are you really sick?"

Song Yang untied his seat belt and pressed Feng Yuanman on the seat, touching her deer-like eyes. Her heart was as if it was brushed by feathers, itchy and numb.

The next second, she kissed her moist lips without warning.

"Um...Song..." Taking advantage of her opening her mouth, he went straight in and tried his best to get her sweetness.

His kiss was a bit fierce, as if it was a punishment.

This is Feng Yuanman's second kiss. The first time was in a Japanese-style homestay. They almost had a gun and they lost control again today.

It is hard to imagine that he rejected himself so much before.

It was not until he could not get angry that he reluctantly left her soft lips.

His voice was hoarse, "Aman, I want you, I'm almost fucking crazy."

Feng Yuanman was a little drunken and had a lush water light, "You, are you talking swearing?"

“…”

Are you concerned about this issue now?

The phone ringtone rang out of place, and Feng Yuanman also regained a lot of rationality and pushed his body, "Your phone is ringing."

"Aman, I still want to kiss you."

“…you answer the phone.”

Song Yang took a deep breath and answered the phone, "Song Yang, I just watched a video, there was a foolish man who confessed to him, and he looked very much like you. We are still discussing whether it was you. I said you definitely can't do such a thing. I bet on ten packs of spicy strips."

"You go and die."

"Damn, it's really you!" Zhu Xianju almost screamed excitedly, "What do you think? You have played the rest of the post-00s drama. Damn, you actually made me lose ten packs of spicy strips."

"Zhu Xianju, do you believe it or not, I will kill you?"

"You kill me, let's see who will help you set up the venue?" Zhu Xianju is now a person with great responsibility. How could he be killed so easily? "But when will you come? We are almost waiting for you."

Song Yang carefully glanced at Feng Yuanman who was blushing beside him. Her attention was not on her body, and she couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief. "It's coming soon."

"Then I'll make some arrangements and look forward to the arrival of you two."

Song Yang hung up the phone absent-mindedly, and this time he decided to drive honestly. On the other hand, Feng Yuanman couldn't sleep because of the kiss just now.

Song Yang drove the car to a club, which is also suitable for outdoor venues. "Where is this?"

"It was opened by a friend of mine. I've booked the venue today." He took her hand and pushed open the door outside. He saw flowers covering the ground at a glance. She subconsciously knew what would happen next. She paused and dared not move forward. "Aman?"

Song Yang was quite afraid that she would turn around and leave at this time.

He called out with some uncertainty, "Aman, let's go in!"

Feng Yuanman looked up at Song Yang, and found that he was even more nervous than himself. His dark eyes were also flashing slightly. The big hand holding her little hand was sweating coldly. He pursed his lips and called again. Listen carefully, his voice was hoarse and a little uneasy. "Aman?"

He didn't dare to speak, for fear that she would find an excuse to refuse him casually.

They could only look at her with expectations. During this period, they seemed to have made up. They didn't talk about the past, but they seemed to have not made up. He seemed to have been abandoned by Aman in the past world.

She grew up, transformed, and became better.

But he was still unable to move forward, so he panicked and wanted to keep her and become her complete ties.

Feng Yuanman was not unable to see his anxiety, anxiety, or even panic.

I used to think that these emotions should appear on her, but now when I change them, she is not as happy as I imagined, and even feels a little sad.

I'm so angry.

Resentment, and resentment is enough.

If love makes both of them very tired, it is not the love she wants.

She lowered her head, pursed her lips and smiled, let out a long sigh, and asked with her bulging cheeks, "Are you still hiding my passport?"

Song Yang was stunned and thought she would turn her head and leave?

After a sudden turn, she asked such a question, which really caught him off guard.

"Are you still leaving?" he asked cautiously.

"If the teacher needs me, of course I have to leave. If I get pregnant and have a child in the future, my health may not be good. The key is that I still have to go to school here, and I will be unable to bear it when I am busy at both ends."

"Be pregnant, get pregnant and have a baby?" He asked who he was with? Later, he thought about his own question a little stupid. Seeing that she no longer resisted him and took the initiative to talk about this issue, he was so excited that he couldn't stop talking about it. "Aman, I'm not young anymore. My eldest child is one year old, and I can make soy sauce in two years. I know you are still young, maybe you don't want to get married, or even want to have your own career. I support you, but can you not let me wait too long?"

"good."

"Then would you marry me first?"

Feng Yuanman raised his lips and smiled, "Your proposal is a bit hasty."

Song Yang smiled bitterly. He had clearly prepared a lot of fun programs, but who knows how it turned out like this in the end?

"But I agree to your proposal."

What?

Song Yang was stunned for more than ten seconds, and took out the phone from his pocket tremblingly, dialed it to Zhu Xianju, and said stammeringly, "Hurry, hurry, take my ring over."

"The show here hasn't started yet, why are you so anxious to have a ring?"
Chapter completed!