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At this time, Song Mian thought about Yun but was not soft.

"Ooooo, Song Mian, you're the best, and your men are merciful--"

"Song Mian, you bastard, I want to share it with you--"

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Whether Yun thinks of begging for mercy, swearing, or grievances, or complaining, Song Mian has no tendency to close.

In the end, Song Mian gave Yun think about clearing the veins of his body, the purple and black clearly visible on his arm, as if he had been beaten.

"God, this is the cruelest domestic violence I have encountered!"

Yun thinks that after she was paralyzed in bed for a while, she didn't feel any pain before she got up. When she changed her pajamas, she saw a lot of purple and black marks on her arms and legs, like a whip.

But it doesn't hurt to press it, nor does it hurt to poke hard.

Don’t even say that although Song Mian started to think about the pain and died alive, but after he closed his hand, Yun thought about it and it didn’t hurt anymore, that is, his body was so weak that he felt relieved. Refreshing.

The method used by the Chinese medicine doctor to clear the acupuncture points is really powerful. Fortunately, it is also cold here. Yun thinks that she is wearing a thick coat and a scarf. She found that there are also purple marks on her shoulder and neck.

After dressing up, she ran down and asked, "Why are there so many traces on my body?"

Song Mian turned around just after making a phone call in the living room, He Wei was also sitting on the sofa, Song Qian was sitting on the other side, and Zhou Jie and Ai Li.

Yun thought of running over like this, ignoring them directly, and questioning Song Mian, the movement of several people's hands stopped.

What did they hear?

Many marks on the body?

In the morning, they all heard Yun Xiang think about killing pigs, but Song Qian greeted them and Song Mian came.

Such a terrible cry, everyone is an adult, and certainly will not want to be crooked, which is not in line with things that cannot be described.

But Yun thought about where this word came from.

Or these two people played more exciting...

After thinking about it, Yun didn't think there was anything wrong with his question, but he was particularly puzzled when he watched several people's eyes from time to time.

"That's the backlog of toxins in your body. I gave you ointment and rubbed it away after two or three days." Song Mian wanted to be a bit sharper than Yun Yun, so he kindly explained.

Ai Li and Zhou Jie's eyes flashing with excitement and incredible light immediately returned to their original state, crossing a ray of disappointment.

"It hurts so much. It hurts like I did when I started practicing soft exercises. I won't allow you to press me anymore." Yun complained with dissatisfaction. She hadn't had such pain in a long time.

It’s really hypocritical, Song Qian thought that Yun thought about learning kung fu with herself, but it was not as arrogant, but she was not so arrogant, and she was injured in the filming, and she was not so arrogant, as if facing their young master, she It's very arrogant.

Song Qian silently opened a lollipop and was about to feed it to her mouth, but was snatched by someone: "I am more curious about the taste of your lollipop."

Song Qian eats a lot a day. Not to mention He Wei. Anyone who gets along with Song Qian is curious about seeing too much. Yun Xiang has also done similar things.

Song Qian's face sank, but this kind of thing happened too much, she didn't care about it, and took it apart again and put it in her mouth.

As soon as the two of them disturb, Yun thinks and Song Mian will stop, Song Mian said temperately: "Boiled shrimp porridge for you."

"Hum, for your sincerity, forgive you once." Yun imagined an arrogant little princess sitting at the table, waiting for Song Mian to bring her porridge to the front, and some matching snacks .

"Do you need me to feed you, my little queen?" Song Mian asked with his hands on the table and whispered.

"I still have something to do. I asked Millers to meet, and I went directly to the hotel at night." He Wei put down what she had and stood up to leave.

He does have things. This time, I think of accompanying Huayun to Huadu. I don’t want to worry about it. At the end of the year, he has a lot of things. If it is not for further detailed discussion, he will win the right to introduce "First Love". He Wei will not Follow.

"Nine Colors" is about to be released, and some people have started to make ideas. Although He Wei is not afraid, he doesn't want to make it too troublesome.

What they want is the introduction of the entire European and American markets, how He Wei doesn't want to, but it is not easy to get "First Love".

From the company's standpoint, it is not very important whether "First Love" is introduced or not. What is important is the output of "Nine Colors".

This is where the interests and ideas between them cannot be agreed.

"I am with you." Song Qian stood up and said.

"Let's go." He Wei picked up his coat and went out.

Song Qian purely didn't want to stay here as a light bulb. When she saw that He Wei had something to do, she immediately followed, so as not to find a crappy reason, but He Hei walked out of the house, and she didn't want to go with He Wei.

Instead, He Wei drove over and signaled her to get in the car with her eyes. Song Qian was not good enough to refuse, so she was reluctant to get on the car.

Zhou Jie was also very jealous. She immediately said to Ai Li: "We might as well move the salute to the hotel first, and take a look at the media near the hotel."

"Ok." Ai Li and Zhou Jie left in this way, only Yun Xiangxiang and Song Mian were left in the big room.

"Whether we two should converge later." Yun thinks that these people are purely supported by her dog food.

"Do you care?" Song Mian took the spoon and scooped the porridge, gently blown it, and touched it with his lips, making sure it was not hot before feeding Yun Xiang's mouth.

"Care, care about whether they eat enough." Yun thought with a grin, he bent his eyebrows and opened his mouth to drink porridge.

Song Mian feeds her porridge with a smile, Yun thinks and picks up dim sum with chopsticks. When she eats the dim sum, Song Mian stands beside him patiently, waiting for her to eat enough and then feeds her porridge.

After eating breakfast so comfortably, Song Mian went to the kitchen to wash the dishes. Yun thought about holding him from behind him: "When will you leave?"

"You move to the hotel later, and I will go back." Song Mian responded smoothly with a smooth hand movement.

"It's hard for you." Yun thought a little annoyed at this moment, he shouldn't say to visit him.

Let him know that she desperately wants to see his mind, so toss about it again.

"Girlfriend's pronunciation is not standard." Song Mian put down the cleaned dishes and turned to smile at her.

He wore an off-white long windbreaker today with a high-necked sweater inside. He turned and smiled, as if the winter sun had shot into the atrium of a person.

"I can't pronounce it correctly?" Yun thought for a long time before looking back dizzy. Song Mian questioned her Chinese pronunciation!

She can question her French pronunciation, English pronunciation, but she absolutely does not allow anyone to question her Chinese pronunciation.