Chapter 19: Phoenix Men's Big Battle 19

"Do not move." Wen Ru is against Shen Wenzhao, in his hand is a cold razor. She had long wanted to do this, but he never refused to let her enjoy the fun of this similar thrush.
Against Wen’s expression of enthusiasm, Shen Wen’s thick brows are fastening. He tries to control his head and does not lean back:
In fact, you can try the electric razor, which is safer.

"Shut up," Wen Ruru rudely applied the shaving cream to his chin, and smirked at the corner of his lips. "You don't think that the man at this time is the sexiest."
Shen Wenqi’s mouth was pumping. He hated the other people’s knife in front of him. If other people dared to do this, they were already beaten by themselves.
But he can't dare to look at the little woman in front of him. Otherwise, it is estimated that he will punch a fist, and he probably can change his wife.
Shen Wenzhao leaned close to the icy wall of the bathroom and closed his eyes as if he were dead: "If you want to scrape, hurry, don't grind it."
Shen Wenqi, who was almost stiff all over her body, Wen was almost sneering out, she didn't tease him, and Ba began to shave from the side in his meticulous manner.
The small bathroom was very quiet, with only two people breathing slowly and the rustling of the knife. Without the interference of the line of sight, Shen Wenzhao's other feelings are more clear.
The movement on the face is extremely soft, just like I was afraid that she would accidentally hurt him.
The warm breath slammed in his jaw from the bottom, itching, Shen Wenqi almost could imagine, she carefully slammed her toes.
His persevering lips are softer and softer, and the body attached to his chest is so soft that he wants to break into his body.
Shen Wenxi couldn't help but raise her hand and grabbed the thin waist that she couldn't hold.
Wen was a meal, and he said slightly: "Don't move, such a handsome face, it would be a pity if it is broken."
Shen Wenxi chuckled, the chest was slightly vibrated, and the voice was a little dumb, but with a hint of charm: "Apart from this face, is there nothing else you want?"
"Yes," Wen Ru is letting him circle himself. The soft waist bends backwards, raises his hand and slaps his chin, and begins to scrape the half of the beard. "I also want a child who belongs to us." Handsome and smart like you, and filial piety like you."
Wen Ruan bent his mouth and smiled softly, looking at Shen Wenyu's long eyelashes, but his eyes had a long and deep sorrow. "He will inherit your career, become your pride, and accompany you to the old."
Instead of her, love him to respect him, for a lifetime.
The fingers touching her waist moved, Shen Wenxuan slowly opened his eyes, and his eyes were warm and bright like a spring smile. His lips were moving, and he was slow, and he said slowly: "Good."
Even if the child would be surnamed Wen, even Shen will probably make a big fuss, and he is willing to compromise.
He loves her, and Shen Wenxi has never understood it so clearly.
He loves this woman. She is his wife. He will become the mother of his children in the future. Her life will be closely connected with him.
Shen Wenzhao even began to look forward to not knowing how he would combine his blood with Wen, and what the future life would look like.
He bowed his head and leaned over to kiss the warm lips.
The children of both of them should be the cutest and happiest baby in the world.
The swaying razor fell to the ground, and it slammed on the light-stained floor tiles. He slammed his body and shook his tongue and plucked the ground.
His movements were a little impatient, and the strength in his hand made Wen Wei a little painful. She didn't say anything, but she stretched his neck and smiled and tried to meet.
The big hand that walked on her silky shirt began to be dissatisfied with the itchiness of the boots. Shen Wen’s body was warm and lifted, kicking the bathroom door and striding into the bedroom.
Gently put her flat in a large bed, warm and curly hair, spread the pillow, Shen Wenxi leaned over, hoarse voice with a last bit of restraint: "You do not regret?"
Wen is a shallow smile, and the bright colors of the eyes are bright and transparent: "Shen Wenyi, have I told you, I love you?"
After a long time, Shen Wenxi spit out two words from the thin lips: "...no."
She said that she liked it, said she missed it, called her husband, and called him dear, but never said that she loved him.
When she maintained Song Siwei, when the company was in the most difficult time, he also suspected that all the moving people's past may be just her jokes.
"I love you, love and love very much," Wen smiled brightly. She raised her hand and rubbed his eyebrows. His nose and fortitude were like a face, and he wanted to engrave his face into his heart. So, how can I regret it? I love you, Shen Wenzhao, only you, no one else.
You must remember that you should never forget.

Shen Wenxuan’s heart swayed, and the wave of warmth seemed to pull the hanging atrium, letting it float smoothly to the ground.
His eyes were a little wet, his lips were open for a long while, and finally he only made a sigh: "...if so."
She raised her lips and pulled down his neck and blocked his unfinished words.
This is fine, nothing to say.
A piece of clothing slipped from the bedside on the solid wood floor with dark light, and it was red. The bare skin was like the skin, and it seemed to melt into the white and soft bed.
Shen Wenzhao almost carried her into her arms with a pilgrimage.
At the beginning, I only feel that the touch is warm and moist like spring water. Her body is incredibly soft, and her hair is black and splashy. It is more like a sensation, a sly, and a haunt.
The regrets that have long been forbearing have been warmly filled with such a beautiful scene.
There was a slight sweat oozing between the foreheads, and Shen Wenyi tried to slow down the movement as much as possible, patiently following the exquisite embossed curve, and kissing her delicate and smooth skin.
Until Wen was cheeky and blushing, his eyes were blurred, and his eyes were stained with Yingying's water, and he slowly entered her body.
A pair of lovers in the room lingered, the sea breeze slid over the ivory white curtains, and the tulle gently swayed and flew down with the wind.
The sun is like a fire, and it is spread into the bedroom containing the spring. It shines in the corner of the warm eyes, and it is red with a tear that falls silently.
And until the night is deep, Shen Wenzhao was awakened by hunger.
He was slightly biased, and the tiredness of the tiredness was quietly curled up in his arms, and the thick curled eyelashes clung to his eyes, quietly like an angel.
He lifted his other hand and reluctantly rubbed his soft cheeks with a thin thumb.
For a long time, Shen Wenxuan leaned over and printed a gentle kiss on her smooth forehead, which carefully pulled out her arm, opened a corner and was taken up and left.
Not long after, when Shen Wenxuan returned to the room again, Wen was still asleep.
He gently put the tray in his hand on the bedside table, sat down on the bed and squeezed her nose, and smirked and called her: "Small lazy pig, get up and eat something and sleep."
The white quilt hides her round shoulders, and the warmth of her eyes is like a sleeping beauty in a dream.
"This is my own dinner, only you have the honor to enjoy my service." Shen Wen smacked her mouth.
Two husband and wife, there must always be one person who can guarantee that they will not be starved to death without a servant. If it is not warm, then only he will come.
For this meal, he practiced for a long time in the dark to make it look a little bit like it.
Shen Wenxuan touched the clean jaw of the shave. The gentle tone was still not suitable for him. His eyebrows picked and reached out and patted her raised hips. "If you go to bed again, I will eat all, a little. Don't leave it for you."
The room is silent.
There was no response in the middle of the large bed, and even her long eyelashes did not shake, and it was as quiet as a beautiful statue.
"... If so?" Shen Wen's smile gradually dissipated, and the heart passed an ominous panic. 2k novel reading network