Rebirth, the character of Baifumei cannot fall

"No, I'm not cold now, go to bed quickly."

Lin Wanyue pushed the man aside and wanted to move out.

How could Song Jiajun miss this opportunity after waiting for so long? He held his arms firmly on both sides of Lin Wanyue.

"The method is very simple. I will teach you once you learn it. Just wait!"

After saying this, Song Jiajun quickly got into the quilt. He had to confirm whether he could continue. He looked a little bit cold last night.

When Lin Wanyue was opened, she fluttered wildly. You are shameless, I still want more!

Besides, what can you see!

Lin Wanyue's body was transformed from the inside out with 5 million yuan.

The place that was cold last night has now recovered.

After Song Jiajun confirmed that the little girl was well, he could start his meat feast.

The longer Song Jiajun stayed in the quilt, the longer Lin Wanyue hummed.

Are men not all self-taught? How could the man who was still unfamiliar last night be so comfortable today?

When Lin Wanyue felt that she was about to reach the critical point, everything returned to calm.

He crawled out of the quilt and smiled frivolously.

"Baby, are you still sleeping?"

Lin Wanyue was uncomfortable with being in a dilemma, and she was furious when she heard the man's frivolous question.

Reaching out from under the man's pillow, she took out a small square and threw it at him, "Hurry up!"

"Yes, sir."

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"Um... no more... be quiet..."

"Baby, I bought a box. Let's try hard and don't let it expire."

......

"Are you done yet? I... I can't do it anymore..."

"For the last time, for the last time, dear baby wife~"

......

"Song Jiajun!"

"Soon, it will be done soon, it will be done soon, just bear with it for a while."

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(You can imagine the rest by yourself, I have revised it six times, I really don't dare to write anything)

Before Lin Wanyue lost consciousness, she felt like a fried fish on an iron plate, and the dog man tossed her over and over like a toy.

Suddenly I missed the time when both of them were very busy. It is not without reason that distance creates beauty.

I felt like I was going to have a concussion after shaking all night.

Song Jiajun looked at the little girl who had fainted. Her body was covered with bruises and purples, which were much denser than before. He felt a little guilty.

After cleaning up Lin Wanyue, Song Jiajun carefully got into the bed and held Lin Wanyue in his arms.

Lin Wanyue kicked her legs twice in a daze, and fell asleep in a comfortable position in the man's arms.

The girl's subconscious dependence made Song Jiajun's heart soft. The man lowered his head and stole a kiss on the girl's mouth, and closed his eyes to sleep.

Song Jiajun felt that he was still a little short, but he didn't dare to toss. If he continued to toss, it would be dawn, and he would definitely be beaten to death by the girl.

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Lin Wanyue regretted it a little. After the two of them made substantial progress, Song Jiajun's clinginess directly increased by several levels.

The Chinese New Year is coming soon, the company is on holiday, and Song Jiajun is like a shadow.

Lin Wanyue followed him wherever he went. If she hadn't been scolded, she would have followed him to the bathroom.

He got horny at night and tried every way to make trouble for him, which made Lin Wanyue lose all energy these two days.

Her originally good work and rest schedule was turned upside down by the man.

Lin Wanyue was either sleeping or on the way to sleep these days, and she could fall asleep anywhere in the house.

On the last day of the New Year, Lin Wanyue slept until the sun was high in the sky before getting up. She felt relieved when she came out of the bathroom.

The reason was simple: Lin Wanyue's relatives came.

After living for more than 20 years, this was the first time that Lin Wanyue loved her period so much.

When Lin Wanyue got up, Song Jiajun and Chunsheng had already packed everything and were waiting for her to get up and go to the Song family to celebrate the New Year together.

The Song family was also decorated with lights and colors. The old man knew from his grandson that Lin Wanyue's sister and brother were coming to celebrate the New Year, so he started decorating half a month in advance.

Even the stray cats in the yard were caught and taken to bathe and given beauty treatments.

(Stray cat: What bad luck!)

"Lao Li! Lao Li! There's dust on the handrail, wipe it again!"

"Xiao Zhou, go straighten the big red flower on the stone lion at the door, it's a little crooked!"

"How's Xiao Chunsheng's room? Wrap up every corner!"

"Tell the kitchen to cook faster, the brats said they've already left, don't let my kids starve."

"Don't use this stick on the fruit! Oh! Where's the one with the Chibi Maruko pattern I bought last time? Which one should I use?!"

"What's wrong with the fortune tree at the door! Why are its leaves yellow! What a loser, just like that stinky boy!"

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Old Li has been so dizzy from being ordered around. How can there be dust on this handrail? This handrail is cleaner than my face!

Not only Old Li, everyone in the manor is dizzy now.

"Uncle Li, Uncle Li! What are you doing? Why did the old man suddenly clean the house so clean?"

I never felt such a heavy workload before. Now the workload of one day is as much as three days before.

Old Li glanced at the old man who was angry with the fortune tree at the door, turned his head and whispered: "Today, the young master is going to bring the future young mistress back to celebrate the New Year. You clean it up and remind everyone."

Xiao Zhou's eyes widened. No, the young master has a girlfriend? When? Then what excuse can I use to fool my mother!

Old Li saw Xiao Zhou's unbelievable look on his face, and he was also a little unbelievable, "Don't you know? The young master and the young mistress are on the show!"

Xiao Zhou certainly didn't know. He played games whenever he had some free time and didn't pay attention to that.

"Hurry up and clean up. I won't care if the old man scolds you later!"

The news that Song Jiajun was going to bring his girlfriend home for the New Year soon spread to everyone.

Many people in the old house watched Song Jiajun grow up. They were very happy that he brought his girlfriend back and tried their best to clean up.

When Lin Wanyue arrived, she saw that the whole house was wiped so clean that it almost reflected light. There was also a person at the door holding a small rag and picking at the cracks in the stones on the ground...

"You, the Song family... do all the cleaning like this?"

Song Jiajun pinched his eyebrows. He knew that the old man would definitely clean up the house, but he didn't expect it to be so outrageous.

Besides, if you want to clean up like this, you should hurry up. People have seen it.

Xiao Zhou, who was lying on the ground picking at the cracks, didn't know that he was being watched. He lay on the ground with a serious expression, as if he was doing something earth-shattering.