Love You To The Bones

Back seat.

Despite Fang Xiaoran's opposition, Shen Zichuan forcibly held her small hand firmly in her palm, pursed her thin lips and coughed. There was an uncontrollable tension in her heart, "by the way, do you like blue, small foreign houses with open-air balconies?"

Fang Xiaoran didn't understand his intention to ask her suddenly. She was stunned, but she honestly replied, "blue, I don't hate it. There's no special feeling. Bao'er likes the small foreign house with open-air balcony, but I don't have enough money now and can't afford it."

Hearing her say this, Shen Zichuan's slightly nervous heart suddenly relaxed.

It seems that she doesn't have many romantic cells. She should not be picky about candlelight dinner roses and so on.

The relaxed man, with leisure, took out his mobile phone, opened Fang Xiaoran's wechat avatar for the first time, a lovely cute rabbit, beautiful slender fingers flying, and quickly typed a few messages.

Soon, Fang Xiaoran heard Didi's message from her mobile phone. She touched her mobile phone from her bag and opened it at will. Her eyes fell on the screen. She inadvertently saw Shen Zichuan's head flashing.

She couldn't help being surprised.

Mingming, the man sitting next to her, is less than half a meter away. What can't he say to him? For the first time, he sent a wechat message to her, which is inexplicable.

She cut open Shen Zichuan's head with her fingers and found a picture.

In the photo, there is a lobby for a party. In the middle is a European rectangular white marble table. There is a twelve story cake with her and his head sprayed in the center of the cake, which is very realistic.

Around the hall, big blue enchantress roses are paved, and the whole scene is elegantly arranged without losing romance.

Along with this photo, there is a very Shen Zichuan's words: your birthday, date!

The last two words made Fang Xiaoran's cheeks gradually ripple with peach Yan powder.

It was really his first grand and formal invitation to her on a date.

Fang Xiaoran's heart suddenly gave birth to her little daughter's delicate state of mind.

It was as if she was still herself at the age of 16. With a pounding heart, she dressed up to attend and rushed to the invitation of her beloved man.

She slowly recalled her ruddy rhombic lips. Her fingers couldn't help poking his head sprayed with cream and chocolate in the cake on the screen.

Recently, because of BoA's body and his leg injury, she has a lot of things to do every day. It can be said that she is very busy, but this man suddenly makes such a big noise, a candlelight dinner and a rose attack. What does he want to do?

Fang Xiaoran couldn't help looking at Shen Zichuan and found that his face was as quiet as water. It was like the flirting information just now. It wasn't from him at all.

A man as calm as a mountain will never show his face. It's more difficult to see something from his face than to go to heaven.

Fang Xiaoran wrung her eyebrows and was pleased with what he had done, but the sensitive woman's heart was tangled. Did he bring too many romance and surprises to Fang Yanrong at the beginning, so that she tricked women into using all kinds of means.

However, Fang Xiaoran still tightened her lips without saying a word.

Shen Zichuan didn't expect that she looked at the photos and his words, but she didn't say at all. She just stared at him inexplicably. What do you mean?

He twisted his eyebrows. He was surprised and frustrated. He leaned over and asked softly, "don't you like this arrangement?"

The man was calm on the surface and had already kicked song Zijian, who was acting as a driver in the front seat, for 18 times.

He knew that from the beginning, he shouldn't expect too much from Song Zijian's single dog.

Song Zijian felt the cold black air behind him and pretended to be dead without saying a word.

Whining, he knew that brother Zichuan always stabbed his brothers for women, or did not blink.

Shen Zichuan's tone was too gentle, and there was a hint of flattery in his tenderness. Fang Xiaoran couldn't help but pick it up.

When the man looked at her, she pulled her lips and showed the most standard polite smile. She nodded faintly, "it's OK."

Shen Zichuan heard the speech and narrowed his long and narrow eyes, "just ok?"

"What do you want me to say?" Fang Xiaoran snorted.

Suddenly, the soft waist under the slim dress made him pinch it. Across the thin shirt and skirt in summer, Fang Xiaoran stiffened. He could feel the hot temperature of the man's palm. Then his cheeks turned a little crimson and his earlobes became red. "Shen Zichuan, if you have something to say, don't move your hands?"

"I only touch you."

The man's sexy voice hovered around her ears. Fang Xiaoran's ears were hot. She quickly avoided her head and whispered, "I'm too lazy to argue with you."

She thought he couldn't hear her when she kept her voice down to the extreme.

But I never thought that the man was a specially trained special forces soldier with amazing ear power. He heard her mumbling clearly early, smiled in his heart, took her little hand with his big palm, and his voice was as deep and mellow as wine. "I'm sorry, I've never formally pursued you. It's just a preview tonight. If I'm not satisfied, hold it first and give me face."

"Oh!"

Fang Xiaoran turns to look out of the window and looks noble, cold and gorgeous.

At the beginning of the night, the lights flickered, and the window reflected the rising corners of her eyes.

An hour later, we arrived at the small foreign building in the scenic spot.

Song Zijian jumped out of the car, went to the back seat, opened the door like a treasure and shouted with a smile, "ladies and gentlemen, now, let's welcome the male and female protagonists tonight."

Then, a group of staff who came out of nowhere quickly spread a red Persian carpet and went all the way into the Western-style building.

That solemn posture, unknowingly, thought it was a popular star who wanted to stay here.

Although Fang Xiaoran married Shen Zichuan, she never accompanied him across the red carpet. It's ironic that the woman who accompanied him at that time was Fang Yanrong, not her wife.

When the high-heeled shoes stepped on the soft carpet, she was very uncomfortable and almost couldn't stand stably.

"Be careful."

Shen Zichuan quickly stretched out his hand to hold Fang Xiaoran's soft body, took advantage of the situation, held her half in his arms, hugged her and walked forward.

Song Zijian followed behind secretly, watching Shen Zichuan's standard twenty-four filial piety husband like "only her in the eyes", he couldn't help but call Ji muyuan and sigh, "Xiao Jizi, my sister-in-law is so charming. I think brother Zichuan is really going to plant this time and fall under his sister-in-law's pomegranate skirt."

Ji muyuan humed and smiled solemnly on the phone, "Song fool, Zichuan has long recognized the planting. You know now!"

The party here to celebrate Fang Xiaoran's birthday officially began. It was very lively. On the other side, there was no light in another building diagonally with the small foreign building.

In the dark bedroom, the French windows were wide open, and a dark shadow stood by the window as quiet as the abyss. Through the bridge of the nose, wearing infrared sunglasses that can be traced through the perspective, he looked coldly at the lively scene and watched Fang Xiaoran snuggle up in Shen Zichuan's arms. His smile was like a flower, and his expression was as broken as the heart in his chest!