Letting Loose After Marrying A Tycoon

"You woke up, didn't you?"

The person on the bed, still in a deep sleep, didn't give any response.

Yan Jiang's throat rolled, and he sniffed hard to stop the tears and snot that almost fell. Sitting down by the bed, Yan Jiang looked at Song Fei's rosy and petite face, and suddenly said, "Song Fei, you were photographed by reporters when you left my house this morning."

After Yan Jiang finished speaking, he saw Song Fei's eyelashes trembling. Seeing this, Yan Jiang suddenly became excited, he squeezed Song Fei's hand, and his voice broke when he spoke again, "It's really you, you woke up right, Song Fei?"

Song Fei could no longer pretend, she slowly opened her eyes and saw a handsome face that wanted to cry. Song Fei was a little dazed. Eight years later, that coward had not grown much more courageous, but she loved to cry even more.

"Why are you crying?" Song Fei sneered contemptuously, "It looks so ugly when you cry."

This was the first time Yan Jiang heard Song Fei's voice as an adult. It was as cold as the snow on a high mountain.

He loves it!

Yan Jiang slammed Song Fei into his arms, he pressed Song Fei to his chest, choked and said, "You're really awake, it's not an illusion, you're really awake!" Only the real Song Fei , will use such a proud and disdainful look, when she looks at him, she will always look like she hates iron.

Suddenly being embraced by an adult male, Song Fei felt a sense of displeasure at being violated. "Let go." Song Fei was not used to being close to people.

Realizing what he just did, Yan Jiang was embarrassed and guilty. He let go of Song Fei and stepped back, his eyes kept flickering, not daring to look directly into Song Fei's eyes.

Song Fei stared at his beautiful and handsome face, and asked with some doubts, "Have plastic surgery?"

Yan Jiang hurriedly shook his head, his face flushed. He quickly explained: "No plastic surgery, teeth straightening." Yan Jiang used to have his teeth a little messy, but after correction, the shape of his mouth changed a bit, and he looked more refined.

Afraid that Song Fei would not believe it, Yan Jiang took the initiative to grin, revealing a set of neat white teeth. "Look, are my teeth a lot straighter?"

Song Fei waved her hand in disgust, "Stay away." She was so stupid that she couldn't bear to look directly.

Yan Jiang sat on the side with an old solid wood, not daring to make a fool of himself.

Song Fei leaned against the head of the bed and felt uncomfortable. She picked up the pillow and placed it behind her waist. Seeing her frown, Yan Jiang said very considerately, "Is the bed uncomfortable? I will send someone a leather bed tomorrow, the kind that can adjust the headrest and back of the bed."

Song Fei didn't speak, she just stared at him coldly, that look made Yan Jiang feel uneasy, and he didn't dare to speak. In front of Song Fei, Yan Jiang was always the little coward who was bullied but didn't even have the courage to fight back.

Song Fei suddenly hooked her lips and asked in a dangerous tone, "Wife?"

Yan Jiang: "Huh?" He was a little embarrassed, so he corrected Song Fei: "I'm a man, I should be an old man." Yan Jiang had no way to say the name of her husband, for fear of being hammered.

Song Fei laughed at Yan Jiang's innocent and cute anger. "Are you dreaming?"

Song Fei's mood was a little complicated when she thought of Yan Jiang holding her in his arms and screaming loudly from his wife. Unexpectedly, this little coward actually likes her, to the point of being paranoid and morbid.

Song Fei asked Yan Jiang, "Who gave you the courage to call me my wife?"

Yan Jiang's head banged, it exploded! He raised his head in shock, looked at Song Fei in astonishment, and questioned in disbelief, "You've been pretending? When did you wake up?"

"The morning before yesterday." Thinking of something, Song Fei glanced at Yan Jiang's well-dressed appearance, and praised her, "A good figure, but the habit of not wearing clothes is not good."

What not to wear?

After thinking about it carefully, Yan Jiang realized that after taking a shower last night, he did come out without clothes on.

"You peeked at me!" But that was what happened last night. Yan Jiang looked at Song Fei with a little hurt, "You woke up yesterday? Why didn't you tell me when you woke up! It's fun to play with me like this?"

Song Fei sneered, "Then what do you say about kissing me?"

Yan Jiang covered his mouth.

Song Fei: "I don't know if you did anything disrespectful to me when I was in a coma. I can't tell. You are not only cowardly, you are also a pervert."

Song Fei's contemptuous and displeased eyes irritated Yan Jiang. He bowed his head deeply, and there were a few small dull hairs on the blue hair trembling, looking a little cute. Song Fei stared at the few stubborn hairs, endured and endured, and then restrained the urge to lick it.

Song Fei had exposed the nasty things he had done in the past, but Yan Jiang felt relieved. He suddenly raised his head and boldly looked directly at Song Fei, his eyes were unprecedentedly deep.

Seeing Yan Jiang's gaze, Song Fei was a little surprised.

Her hand was suddenly held by Yan Jiang.

Song Fei looked at Yan Jiang silently, without saying a word, but she did not pull out her hand.

Yan Jiang's handsome cheeks were slightly red, but his expression was so serious, he was a little reserved and a little cramped. Such Yan Jiang exudes an addictive magic that wants to treat him better.

Song Fei actually felt a little uncomfortable, she wanted to pull out her hand, but Yan Jiang felt her plan, but squeezed even tighter.

Song Fei didn't move.

Looking into Song Fei's glacial and snowy eyes, Yan Jiang's attitude was sincere and his eyes were pious. He said to Song Fei, "I haven't seen you for eight years, Song Fei, I am Yan Jiang."

Song Fei pouted, "I don't have plastic surgery, I can recognize it."

Yan Jiang brewed a belly full of sincere words, and almost broke his merits. He calmed down, sorted out his mood, and then said to Song Fei, "There's something I haven't told you."

Song Fei: "Then say it."

Yan Jiang: "Don't rush me."

Song Fei: "Oh."

Yan Jiang: ""

Yan Jiang suddenly didn't know where to start.

The ambiguous atmosphere that was finally created was completely destroyed by Song Fei. Yan Jiang gave up taking the romantic route, and he simply said: "Eight years ago, on your fourteenth birthday, it was me who stole a love letter into your bag."

Song Fei thought for a while before she remembered that there was such a thing. She nodded lightly and said, "There are too many love letters, which one is yours?"

Yan Jiang: !

Grinding his teeth up and down, he asked expressionlessly, "Too many love letters?"

Song Fei nodded, looking like her older sister was full of charisma without lack of confidence in her suitors, "Well, you know, I'm smart and beautiful, I have a lot of fans and younger brothers, isn't it normal for me to have a lot of love letters?"

Yan Jiang didn't believe it, he said, "Song Ci said that you received a love letter on your birthday that year when you were so old."

Song Fei couldn't hold back her expression, she sneered, "What does that little idiot know!"

Yan Jiang was a little suspicious. He was gloomy and a little depressed. He said, "I wrote a long two-page paper. The unsigned love letter was written by me."

520, give everyone one