Anyone understands the meaning of 521, these three numbers represent.

Jun Qing also knew how much he cared about her, and that kind of care was far from being carried by the word "love".

But when she is in love, she will inevitably have the greed of a little woman and want him to say those three words in person.

His lips moved slightly, and Di Lin frowned and still felt a little difficult to speak.

A man like him is not the kind of person who talks about love and love all day long.

She twisted her waist and acted coquettishly: "Say it!"

"Don't move!" Di Lin frowned and pressed her waist.

I haven't seen her for a few days, but just holding her like this is already a stimulation for him.

"Forget it, you don't love me anyway!"

She rolled her eyes and was about to get up from him.

Before his knees left the sofa, he had already pinched his waist and caught them back. The next moment, he had bitten on the corner of her lips.

The nonsense that I originally wanted to punish her was just a punishment, but when I really met her, the idea of ​​being strongly trying to get close to her instantly gained the upper hand.

Her softness, her sweet taste like strawberries...

He wants to taste it carefully and slowly.

At first, Jun Qing dodged and refused to submit, but later he surrendered obediently.

He missed her, but why didn't she miss him?

"Sister Jun, you've been watching the screen and you've been watching the world..."

Zhao Yiyi grabbed her cell phone and pushed open the door and rushed in. She saw the man and woman on the sofa. She was stunned for two seconds, blushed and pulled her right foot out of the door as quickly as possible, and closed the door tightly.

On the sofa, Jun Qing stood up as fast as possible. Di Lin reached out and held the shoes and handed them to her: "Put on the shoes!"

Taking the high heels and noting the lipstick on his lips, she chuckled with a red face: "Don't you go wash your face?"

After gently rubbing the corner of her lips, she saw the lipstick stain on her fingers. Di Lin glanced at her and walked into the bathroom.

After sorting out his clothes, Jun Qing sat on the sofa and put his feet into his high heels.

Feeling the soft touch at the back root, she took off her shoes in confusion.

A band-aid sticker is flat at the back of the shoe.

Thinking of Di Lin fiddling with her high heels just now, Jun Qing could think that this must be Di Lin's Jie's, and she was worried that she would be worn out again.

After putting on her shoes, she took the cotton pad and walked into the bathroom. She hugged Di Lin, who was brushing lipstick in front of the mirror, and poked her face out from one side of his waist, and showed a smile in front of him.

"I know you love me and will never joke like this with you again!"

Di Lin lowered his right hand, holding the wet wipes, and turned his face to her.

"Gently, I..."

Lifting her toes, she bluntly printed a lipstick mark on his neck, turned around and escaped from the bathroom.

Di Lin pinched the wet wipes, with a look of laughter and crying on his face.

"Who told you not to say it!" After rolling his eyes, Jun Qing helped him close the bathroom door, walked over and opened the door, "What's going on?"

"Look..." Zhao Yiyi was busy sending her tablet over. "Now the whole world knows that you are going to post new songs. The media are crazy. Many reporters are now stranded outside and want to come in to attend the press conference. Sister Wan means that she will not let them in and let me ask you for your opinion."

A total of more than 30 media seats were reserved at the press conference, which is logically a lot.

Helplessly, Jun Qing has too many hot topics.

First, Mu Jinbai was the guest, then the billboards on the Third Ring Road, and now they are flooding the screen all over the world...
Chapter completed!