Chapter 1340: Young handsome fiancee

"The medicine is coming out, or else you poke in?"
Shi Yan stared down at the words.
This woman had pale lips and no color, and her strands of hair were wet and sticky to her forehead, and she could not help but feel like a little white flower that was destroyed by the storm.
Where is there a little bit bright and splendid just like that delicate rose.
But when she wrapped his waist around, glaring at him.
He felt like a real beast.
Especially when she heard her soft voice, he was even breathing at this moment.
He reached out and pulled her arm away and threw the person directly in the middle of the bed. He chuckled coldly: "Does your little white face know what you are doing?"
Yange didn't answer, her lips opened slightly, biting her fingers, long eyelashes fluttering, and a pair of misty eyes squinted at him.
Shi Yan stared at her.
Generally, the body is hot and boiling, and half of the body is cold.
His chest was a little stuffy, he raised his hands and unbuttoned his clothes and shirt half, and started to dial the phone again.
Yan Song's gaze fell on his chest.
"Shi Yan, I want to drink water."
"Wait for my call."
"Can't wait, especially thirsty, thirsty will faint."
"If you are paralyzed, you will toss Lao Tzu."
Shi Yan threw the phone back again and turned to pour a glass of water for Yange.
Yan Ge didn't reach out and said, "You feed me."
Shi Yan stared at her.
Yange: "Feed me with your mouth, hurry up, or I'll faint."
Her big eyes were full of water vapor, and her eyelashes were wet.
Shi Yan blushed with anger and pointed his finger at the words and said, "Jiang Xiaofeng, you're paralyzed, and you said that you're hooking up with Lao Tzu now."
Yange didn't speak, and the body that just sat up fell back softly.
Shi Yan reached out and wrapped her arms around her waist, drank her mouth and drank in her mouth, and fed to Yange's mouth again.
"Damn, don't you vomit when you are touched by Lao Tzu, why now I want you to feed you water!"
Despite asking, he kept feeding Songge with water.
Yan Ge drank a few sips of water, wrapped his neck around his neck, and wrapped it around his waist: "That medicine is a little bit itchy, and I feel bad."
By the time she said this, her fingers had gone to the belt of Shi Ying.
"Get out." Shi Yan lifted away Songge's hand: "Lao Tzu is a medicine for swelling and pain, not a sigh medicine. Please calm down Lao Tzu."
Yan Ge slammed the pillow on him: "Shi Jie, you bastard, if you take another bite, I'll call your father."
Not only Shi Yan, but even the host's father, Jiang Shuai, are also rough people who don't know how to read. One bite of an old man is just a routine thing.
The host has studied and stayed abroad, the most disliked is this kind of rude man like his father and Shi Yan.
Shi Yan heard the words and stared at Yange with a sneer: "You can bear your name, I'm afraid of you?"
Yan Ge rolled up, rushed to hold his neck, and slapped his face with a slap.
This slap doesn't work much.
After the fan was over, she immediately shouted, "Daddy, does it hurt?"
"It hurts you to be paralyzed." This was Shi Yan's third fan slap.
He has been fighting countless times since childhood, but no one dares to slap him.
Twice this time, he tolerated it, but this time he could not bear it.
He frowned and stared at her: "Fan again ..."
Before the words are finished, Yange slaps up again: "Dad, I'm a fan."
"Grass!" Shi Yan couldn't bear it.
Put the song directly on the bed: "I will kill you."