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Yun Xiangxiang's eyes looked like a layer of stars under the night, which was more crystal-clear than the sea where the lights and moonlight intersected.

She always thought that they would fly to the destination directly, but did not expect Song Mian to take her sailing to a honeymoon on the sea.

In fact, many women have a fascination with the ocean, and Yun Xiang is no exception. Stepping on the deck, the wind blowing on the head has a little smell of the sea, and inexplicably makes Yun Xiang feel relaxed and happy.

There is a transparent glass room above the ship, which can see the surrounding scenery without being affected by the cold wind.

The whole glass room is decorated with gorgeous roses, and the white dining table is set with exquisite candlelight dinner. The melting candlelight will light up the well-decorated room, and the refreshing fragrance will go deep into the heart.

"I haven't eaten Western food with you for a long time, and tasted whether my craftsmanship is rusty." Song Mian gently opened the chair for Yun Xiang.

"Although I have eaten something, my husband cooks himself, so I have to give face when I do it." Yun thought about picking up the knife and fork happily. There was only a small piece in the palm of his hand.

Song Mian's eyebrows were stained with smiles, and her slender fingers picked up the red wine next to her, and raised her glass to think about Yun: "Thank you wife for your face."

Picking up the wine glass, Yun thinks that he touched him lightly, and the clear voice spread out in the quiet flower room, like a beautiful music.

"It's delicious!" Yun thought about a small piece, and couldn't help closing his eyes to carefully taste the fragrance in his mouth, and he gave thumbs up to Song Mian without hesitation. "Is it in our next trip, Have you covered my three meals a day?"

"Baotou for three days." Song Mian's eyes crossed a deep and charming light.

"So stingy?" Yun pouted and complained.

"Three days later, you still want to eat what I made, and I also satisfy you." Song Mian said meaningfully.

Yun Xiangxiang always thought that there was something in Song Mian's words, but she didn't taste it out. She looked closely at Song Mian's expression and didn't think there was any problem, so she was too lazy to think about it and turned to her: "The memorial company is very well arranged. All her partners abroad have been pried over, and there are a few of her classmates abroad, asking me if I would like to say hello to my classmates."

"Aren't you willing?" Song Mian keenly caught Yun thinking about that hesitation.

"It's not unwilling." Yun thought about the movements in his hand. "I just think that the professional is not the same. They are all arrogances of the sky. I am afraid that it is difficult to run together, but it is also because of the involvement that affects the management of the memorial."

"Then you don't care. Now everyone knows that this is a joint venture company between you and the commemoration. As long as you commemorate the recruitment of foreign personnel, your classmates and fans will know for the first time, whether they are willing to go or not depends on them." Say, "Without your opening, they are just like ordinary people, everything follows the rules."

Yun Xiang thought and nodded: "I think so too, so I rejected the commemorative proposal. I said before that I would not participate in management..."

To Song Mian, Yun thinks that there are always words that she can't talk about. She is not a word, but she always subconsciously shares her bits and pieces with Song Mian.

Song Mian won't be like her, but she is a very good listener after telling her every minute and second after being separated from her.

No matter what he thinks about and what he says to him, he will listen very attentively, just responding to Yun think about it, and it won't make Yun Xiang think boring.

This requires great patience and high tolerance to be able to do it.

Unconsciously, a Western meal ended in a light chat with Yun.

After dinner, Song Mian pulled her to stand in front of the floor-to-ceiling window and watched the night scene. I didn't know when the soothing melody sounded. Song Mian stepped back two steps and formally invited Yun Xiang to give an invitation.

Yun thinks that his eyes meet the purple-black eyes that he implicitly expected, and his soft hand can't help but catch up.

He embraced her soft waist and belonged to him, wrapping her whole body.

Every rotation of her under his palm was reflected in the deep eyes of his eyes.

Every reflexion of her under his power was hugged tightly into his arms after drifting into the distance.

Every tilt of her under his arm was unscrupulous, believing that his arm could support her all.

The soft waist bends down, I don't know if the stamina of the wine makes her slightly boozy, or a hearty dance makes her tired, and her white smile faints with two red halos, her blurred eyes watch as she falls, People close at hand.

He fell into his deep pupils, just like a drowning man who couldn't climb, but she didn't want to struggle, just wanted to sink.

Unconsciously, he grabbed his hand and let her arms hang softly around his neck. She bowed down and gave her soft lips...

She didn't know when she left the flower room and went back to the bedroom. She didn't have time to appreciate the specially arranged room.

The soft roses on the bed don't know when to fall on the ground, the compact buds spread out, and the petals fall.

She was expectant and nervous at first, but it didn't take long for her to fail.

Song Mian has never been so cruel to her, ignoring her tears, coaxing her over and over, pulling her into the abyss, sinking with him, and finally losing consciousness...

The night is boundless and the spring is strong.

When Yun Xiang woke up, his body was sore and weak, and his mouth was open, but he found a sore throat.

"Drink some water." Her powerful arms bent her soft body into her arms and handed a glass of water.

It was her lovers' cup. Yun Xiang stared at Song Mian fiercely. She actually wanted to slap on the face of this energetic man, but she didn't even have the strength to raise her hand.

Song Mian was full of tenderness and spoiling. His little wife didn’t know that she had a hint of charm on her eyebrows at this moment. Let his throat roll.

Drinking slightly sweet water, Yun thinks that he naturally does not see the wolf-like gaze.

Put down the drinking glass and help Yun think about it. Song Mian moved the small dining table filled with food to the bed, and then fed Yun very hard to think about it.

The lazy cloud thinks that the comer does not refuse, and thinks this is what Song Mian, a dog man, should do!

It was he who bullied her like this!

He was still breathless and his throat was a little uncomfortable. Yun thought about ignoring him with a cold face, but he didn't delay filling himself.

With enough food and drink, Yun thought and was sleepy again. She was just a little drowsy, and she felt a hot body leaning over, instinctively.

But before she had time to escape, she was clamped by Song Mian's hands: "Relieve fatigue."

At first, Yun Xiang was a little bit stiff, and gradually realized that Song Mian had special rules. Yun thought and relaxed and enjoyed Master Song's service.

It turns out that a man's mouth is a deceptive ghost!

For three days, she had not left the room for three days!