Lucky Pregnancy & Sweet Marriage: Hubby, Please Turn Off the Lights!

Two hours later.

Su Yanyun looked at the little red notebook in her hand, and she was a little dazed.

Opening the crimson hard cover, what came into view was a double photo of her and Rong Linyi.

In the photo, Su Yanyun is still wearing red eyes, pouting her cheeks.

On the side, Rong Linyi was very accustomed to his cold face, and the sensation and chill in his eyes did not diminish a little because of the bright red background.

If it weren't for this photo, it's on the marriage certificate

People who didn't know thought this was a photo of the kidnappers and hostages.

"This, this..." Su Yanyun covered her face.

This is really remarried!

Knowing this was true, she was going to laugh while taking pictures anyway.

Su Yanyun was crying, raising the little red book in his hand, and asked Rong Linyi next to him: "Young Master Yi, can I take another photo?"

"What do you call me?" Rong Linyi's focus was a bit biased.

"Old, husband..." Su Yanyun whispered anxiously.

A husband screamed smoothly before, but now I really touched the marriage certificate of the two, but suddenly screamed.

Why do I always feel that there are some dreams and some unreal?

Rong Linyi's expression eased when Su Yanyun called out these two.

He hummed happily, reached out his arm around Su Yanyun, and leaned her against his chest with a bang.

Su Yanyun was almost slammed by his chest so vigorously that she slammed her eyes off the gold star.

"What did you just ask me?" Rong Linyi's voice was low and magnetic, and his chest seemed to vibrate slightly, as if with an intoxicating melody.

Su Yanyun blushed, but still did not forget her original intention. She raised her little red notebook with difficulty to Rong Linyi's eyes: "Can you take another photo of this photo?"

Unexpectedly, Rong Linyi immediately turned cold.

"Are you dissatisfied with me or dissatisfied with yourself?"

Su Yanyun... really wanted to say that she was not very satisfied with either of them.

But given that my husband is so overbearing, I can only meet my aesthetic needs first.

She relentlessly said, "Yes, I am not satisfied with my own shooting."

"I'm very satisfied." Rong Linyi replied without leaving room.

Su Yanyun only felt a mouthful of old blood in her chest.

She thrust herself up abruptly.

"Then I am not satisfied with you!"

Rong Linyi's eyes narrowed again, and his voice became low a few times: "You are not satisfied with me---not?"

Su Yanyun shuddered and nodded like garlic: "Satisfied and satisfied, I am very satisfied with your husband."

Give her ten thousand courage, and she dare not be dissatisfied with the overwhelming and domineering man in City C!

Rong Linyi's expression warmed up, "Well, satisfaction is fine."

Su Yanyun... felt that the blood in her chest had accumulated another liter.

"But I'm not satisfied with my own shooting!" She pouted again, "Look at me, look at me like this, am I like this?"

She raised her little red book, angrily placed it on her face, facing Rong Linyi, "Is it the same?"

Rong Linyi's eyes fell on the red book, Su Yanyun's puffy cheek, and then moved to reality, Su Yanyun's still puffy cheek.

"Well, it's exactly the same."

Su Yanyun covered her heart, really going to vomit blood and die.

"Aren't you like this?" Rong Linyi raised his hand, obviously joking, but there was no smile on his face, and his voice was as cold as usual. "Puff up at every turn. You must have been a fish in your last life."