Song Qian: Don't be impulsive, your husband is out

7: Cattle, a big rascal!(Ask for flowers!).

"Sister Qian, you are so good to me, I have nothing to repay my brother, I can only promise each other. "

“？？？"

Song Qian turned her head slightly.

There is still a little doubt in her beautiful eyes.

The next second.

Jiang Han had already come up behind her.

"You...... What are you doing?".

was hugged by Jiang Han's stinky younger brother, and Song Qian was not stunned

She was taken aback.

The fair and pretty face turned red again in an instant.

The whole person began to panic and get nervous.

"Sister Qian, I read a proverb in a book, there is no ploughed field, only tired cows, have you heard of it?".

Jiang Han felt that such a pretty little woman exuded endless charm standing in front of him.

He knows one thing very well.

There are some things that you either have to do quickly and accurately, or you don't do them.

As a man, if you look ahead and hesitate to do anything, you can't do great things.

So.

Since there are ideas.

Then action must be taken.

After all, everyone knows the situation of the two.

And for the relationship between the two of them, I don't know how to face it next.

How do you get back into a normal relationship?

If Jiang Han is tempted next time, it does not mean that Song Qian will be.

After all, she is a strong woman, and she feels that she can dominate everything and solve it herself.

Boldly put forward these requests, Song Qian would never agree.

As a thief.

Jiang Han didn't pretend anymore, there was a showdown!

"What do you hear, don't think about it, hurry up and take a bath. "

Jiang Han's evil expression, coupled with the hot wind in his ears, made Song Qian suddenly soften.

She glared at Jiang Han with shame.

This stinky brother wants to make it bad!

......

This night.

Destined to be sleepless.

8 a.m. the next morning.

Song Qian was woken up by a phone call.

The person who called was not anyone, it was really Qiao Yingzi, the girl who stayed at home.

"Hey, Mom, where are you?".

"Hmm...... It's Yingzi. "

Listening to her mother's murmuring voice, Qiao Yingzi knew that she had probably just woken up.

Because today is Saturday, I didn't want to disturb my mother's sleep.

But what happened at home really made Qiao Yingzi scratch her head.

Last night.

Her father, Qiao Weidong, came home with a blue face and didn't say anything to her.

After packing up my things, I moved outside.

The relationship between his parents, although Qiao Yingzi is still young, she is seventeen or eighteen years old after all.

Of course, I know some inside information.

I heard that my father was looking for a woman outside, and my mother found out.

Since then, the relationship between the two has not been good.

Although she still pretended that nothing had happened in front of her, Qiao Yingzi was not a fool.

Of course you can see it.

I thought it would be fine for the two to be noisy.

Unexpectedly, Qiao Weidong came back directly last night to move his things and leave.

This made Qiao Yingzi really scratch her head.

"Mom, what happened to you and Dad? He came back yesterday and moved something to the bowl of noodles and left. "

Song Qian slowed down for a while and said:

"I'll tell you about the two of us in a while, don't ask so much now, study hard, okay?"

After speaking, Song Qian hung up the phone.

Listening to the beeping voice on the phone, Qiao Yingzi bit her lip.

The mood is a little depressed.

I want to hide it from her.

Don't tell her anything.

But my heart is very clear.

......

Feel free to throw your phone aside.

Because she wanted to go to the toilet, Song Qian turned over and got out of bed.

The next second.

She gasped directly.

Hiss ......

Song Qian felt that her whole person was about to fall apart.

His body was so weak that he couldn't even lift his hands.

It feels like I went to the playground last night and ran 10 kilometers.

It's horrible.

At this time, Jiang Han was also woken up by the phone call of the mother and daughter.

Looking at the little woman's tired and weak appearance, Jiang Han smiled proudly.

Triumphant.

But Song Qian was really tormented by herself.

Last night, she almost fainted.

Thinking of this, looking at her tired and weak appearance, Jiang Han felt guilty.

My heart began to soften.

He turned over, gently hugged Song Qian's willow waist, and said tenderly:

"Sister Qian, are you better, is there anything uncomfortable?"

Jiang Han said this.

That's a knowingly question.

How

can such a toss method be bad for one night?

There are more uncomfortable places to go.

Especially ......

At first, Song Qian only thought that Jiang Han, a stinky younger brother, was talented, brave and strong.

However.

At this time, she felt that her vision was too bad and she had seen the wrong person.

This guy is so talented.

It's not human, okay!

It's not a person, forget it, and it's a group of murderers.

Is this still her happy little brother?

Is this still her gentle, sensible brother?

Song Qian turned her head and looked at this grinning guy, and reached out angrily and pinched him on the waist.

"Stinky brother, you are embarrassed to ask me, you are really not human, a bull. "

Jiang Han grinned and didn't refute, "Sister Qian, now beat me and scold me for being a brute, and you called me baby last night." "

"Get out!".

The

embarrassment was exposed by Jiang Han, Song Qian was angry, and said angrily:

"Even my sister dares to bully, you guy, it's just too bad. "

"Yingzi called, I have to go back quickly. "

After speaking.

Limped towards the bathroom.

As she walked, she still murmured in her mouth: "Jiang Han, this guy is really not a human ......."

Yes, not people.

In the past three years, he has disguised himself so well.

In fact, he is an animal, and he is also an out-and-out hooligan!

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