Kiss Husband: Sweet Wife Is a Little Crisp

Looking at the look of Xu Yizhi’s miserable appearance, the lips of the coffin were gently lifted without any traces.

"Well, get up!"

Xu Yizhi immediately got up from the washboard. "Thank you, Madam." The backboard was taken back to the bathroom. When I was about to let go, the donkey was flashing. It seems that I have to find a chance to hide this washboard. Get it up or throw it out.

My heart is thinking like this, but it is to put the washboard back in place, forget it, as long as the spirit is happy.

"Madam, this punishment has also been punished. Tonight...does me not go back?"

Listening to Xu Yizhi calling her "Mrs.", the heart of the coffin quietly braved the sweet bubble.

Just... "No, you go to sleep in your house. After all, our relationship has not been announced yet!"

Xu Yizhi is a bit shameful. There is no relationship between the two. After all, even ordinary couples can do whatever they want.

"But... we are husband and wife after all, husband and wife are in bed, should it matter?"

"No, you still go back to sleep!"

Lingbi wanted to see what he wanted to say, but he knew that he actually went out without a word.

This time, the Lingbi was a little sullen, she just said two times "no", Xu Yizhi actually gave up?

Doesn't he know that girls also like to be guilty?

Especially when he already knows that he is his wife... 榆木头.

When the coffin is already asleep, when he is still dreaming, he feels that he is getting heavy.

Is it a ghost press?

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Her lips seemed to start to get wet, like...someone was stunned.

Thinking like this, Ling Ling hit a spirit, woke up, and pushed the person on his body, and the man rolled out of the bed. "Madam, are you going to murder your husband?"

Just now he went out to check out. Only when there was no place to live, she would let herself live in her room.

When he packed his own things, he saw that the coffin had fallen asleep, and this would have started with "color~heart". Since the last time she touched her, every day he was thinking of the coffin. Now that she sees her quiet and sleepy, she naturally has other ideas.

Hearing the voice of Xu Yizhi, the coffin quickly touched the black to turn the bedside lamp on. "You... are you not going back to your own room?"

"I checked out."

Xu Yizhi climbed up from the ground and patted the dust that did not exist on his body.

When I heard the man say that he checked out, the spirit of the coffin raised a sense of powerlessness, but it was a little bit of a hilarious smile. "Then it’s not good to open another one. Why do you want to squeeze me here? ?"

"Madam, don't you know that the rooms in this hotel are full? I just lived in as soon as I checked out, so... can you bear to see me wandering the streets?"

"Then go to sleep on the sofa."

"No, the sofa is too cold, and it is easy to get sick." The man seemed to be sloppy, and immediately climbed up to the bed, for fear that she would really drive him to the sofa.

The coffin was about to push him, but he was pulled into his arms by a man, his face hitting his chest straight.

The man snorted softly.

But the coffin was still struggling on his body, but it was a fire that brought a man.

"Ling, don't move."

Why didn't she call her "Mrs." The coffin slowly raised his head.