After the clouds and rain dispersed, Song Yihan fell into a deep sleep with satisfaction. When she opened her eyes again, it was already three o'clock in the morning the next day. Today was the weekend, and she didn't set the alarm clock. Even if she didn't have an alarm clock, she wouldn't sleep well.

It's too late, but today is an exception.

"Husband..." After losing the warm embrace, she felt a sense of emptiness and coldness. She woke up from her deep sleep, her mind still confused, and she called out, stood up, and opened her eyes.

There was indeed no sign of that person beside the bed. She suddenly felt lost and murmured to herself: "It turns out it was just a dream..."

But, how could I have such a passionate dream? Moreover, in the dream, I was so relaxed, so... wanton.

Is it because I miss that bad guy so much that I think about it day by day and dream about it at night?

She sighed faintly, lifted the quilt and rolled out of bed. She saw the traces left on the sheets. She thought of the dream last night, which was so crazy. Her bright eyes couldn't help but gleam with shame, and her face turned rosy.

.

With slight disappointment, Song Yihan dragged her tall, snow-white body and opened the door. She covered her mouth with one hand and yawned as she walked out of the room. After squinting her eyes for a while, she opened them and saw clearly the figure sitting on the sofa in the living room.

Face, I couldn't help but froze, mouth

Opening slightly, she screamed after staying for two seconds. She hurriedly covered her plump and firm breasts and the lush garden with both hands. She turned around with a blush on her face and rushed back to the room, closing the door tightly.

He leaned his back against the door, exhaled, and patted his chest.

Fortunately, he ran fast. It turned out that the bad guy was really causing trouble last night, and he was not dreaming. But why did he sleep so deeply, and why did he cooperate with him so much since he didn't even know that there was a wolf crawling under the bed next to him?

Could it be that subconsciously?

Do you really want him so much? Thinking of this, Song Yihan's face became even more bright as blood, and her ears were red and hot. It's all because of that bad guy, who didn't tell anyone when he came back, and didn't tell anyone when he came.

Doing mischief while others are asleep.

Having spat at a certain wolf like this, she felt at ease. She was used to sleeping naked. When she got up just now, she felt lost and forgot to put on a pair, which made someone feel better. She quickly found pajamas and put them on.

Take a few deep breaths to calm down the ups and downs in your heart, and then open the door.

Without giving her time to react, a pair of powerful arms had already hugged her into a thick embrace. "Ah..." Song Yihan was slightly startled and let out a slight scream before a certain wolf took advantage of it.

, blocked her lips, and his tongue drove in, greedily absorbing her sweetness.

Her mind was in a state of confusion, and there was an unexplainable sweet surprise. It took her a while to reluctantly push him away, and gave him a charming look: "Bad guy, I haven't brushed my teeth yet."

"Then go quickly, come back after brushing your teeth, and we can continue." Someone had an honest smile on his face, as if he was talking about a very common thing. Song Yihan glanced at him angrily, still ashamed.

, Sayazi slipped into the bathroom and closed the door tightly to prevent him from seeing her embarrassment.

Twenty minutes later, she finally gave up and said to someone who was sitting leisurely on the sofa with her legs dangling: "Why are you here?"

"Come to take you home." Xiao Ling stood up with a smile.

This is true. The charming incident last night was 100% not a dream. It was really this guy who was causing trouble.

"Why didn't you say anything to me when you came? You shocked me." Song Yihan came up to meet him, holding his waist with a pair of lotus arms. The emptiness and loss just now were swept away, replaced by sweet satisfaction.

"Let me tell you in advance, wouldn't it be that I won't be able to see you at your truest and most unrestrained side?" Xiao Ling smiled and hugged her waist, looking at her with a smile.

When Song Yihan heard this, the blush that had just disappeared reappeared on his face, and he glanced at him: "Bad guy, I almost scared you to death."

"You still have the nerve to blame me?" Xiao Ling patted her plump buttocks, which caught her off guard and let out an "ah" sound, pouting and staring at him: "What are you doing?"

"Who told me that I would go back on the weekend? But it has been so long, have you ever gone back? I have been waiting for so long in vain." Xiao Ling pulled her to sit down and scolded her softly.

"I... I am quite busy." Song Yihan lowered her head with a guilty conscience, not daring to look into his eyes.

"Okay, I won't settle the score with you now. I'll settle the score with you slowly after you've had breakfast." Xiao Ling performed a magic trick and placed steaming steamed dumplings and hot soy milk on the table, "Quickly

Let’s order some food, it’ll be time for lunch if it’s later.”

"Why is there a hot breakfast?" Song Yihan smiled in surprise and looked up at his concerned face.

"I just bought it not long ago, of course it's hot." Xiao Ling put one arm around her shoulders and hugged her to his chest.

"It turns out that you went down to buy breakfast just now, so..." That's why you didn't sleep with me until I woke up naturally...

She didn't say any more about the last half of the sentence. She lowered her head in shame and tried to eat breakfast to get rid of her embarrassment.

"After breakfast, we'll go home." Xiao Ling said suddenly, watching her stuffing a small steamed bun into her mouth every once in a while.

"Go home?" Song Yihan looked up in shock, "Since you are here, wouldn't it be the same to stay with me here?"

"What do you want me to say about you? You promised me that you would go back and marry me when the wedding day came? Now that the time is up, you still don't know?" Xiao Ling complained angrily.

"So fast?" Song Yihan blurted out.

"It seems that I am just unilaterally hoping that good times will come soon, and you don't take it to heart at all." Xiao Ling was depressed, and she thought it was too soon.

Song Yihan quickly explained: "No, I am also looking forward to it, but I forgot for a moment..."

"You still want to hit me." Xiao Ling looked at her resentfully like an angry little daughter-in-law.

"No, I'm really looking forward to it too. Without your company during this period, I don't know how much I miss you. Really, if I didn't let last night go, I wouldn't have... nor would I be so..." Song Yihan hurriedly tried to convince him.

, he made mistakes one after another and said the wrong thing again.

Xiao Ling's lips curled up in an evil way, his big hands clasped the back of her head, and he kissed her lips hard, kissing her pink lips till they were bright red before letting go, and tapped her nose: "What's your job?"

You are a workaholic who forgets everything when you are busy. Hurry up and eat, we will set off after eating."

Song Yihan hesitated and said, "Can...can you wait until I finish correcting the last few test papers before leaving?"

"Huh?" Xiao Ling frowned.

"Don't be angry, I'm not a workaholic, it's just... I'm your wife, but she's also the teacher of dozens of students. I can't just care about my own happiness and ignore their studies, right? I'm going to ask for marriage leave, and I have to

I’ve asked the teacher to lead the class. The monthly exam paper just now can’t be postponed until I get back from my wedding vacation before I give it to the students. In the end, there will be about a dozen copies, just a dozen copies, okay?”

"You've said so. If I don't agree, wouldn't it be unkind?" Xiao Ling smiled and rubbed her hair.

"Thank you for always being considerate to me, husband." Song Yihan leaned forward and kissed him on the corner of the mouth, then happily continued to enjoy the breakfast he prepared for her.

After a delicious breakfast, Song Yihan began to correct the test papers. She was concentrating on it. Xiao Ling sat next to her, watching her every move, watching quietly without disturbing her. Watching her sometimes raising her eyebrows, sometimes frowning, and sometimes

Flattening her mouth and sometimes hooking her lips, she paid attention to her every frown and smile, all her emotional changes, and the atmosphere was warm and sweet.

Song Yihan was very serious when working, and she was very conscientious and meticulous in editing. She almost forgot about the existence of Xiao Ling next to her.

About half an hour later, Song Yihan suddenly burst out laughing. Xiao Ling couldn't help but wonder: "What makes you laugh so happily?"

"Look at this article, it was written by Xiao Wenrou." Song Yihan pushed the test paper he was reviewing in front of Xiao Ling and asked him to come and read it.

Xiao Ling couldn't help but laugh when she saw it. From this article, we can see how bad gentle English can be. First of all, the sentences are patchwork, completely Chinese-style English, and there is no grammar.

Then, for many words that she couldn't write, she would use Chinese pinyin instead, or write them in such a way that even a god couldn't tell what she was writing, hoping to get through. In short, she would do whatever she could to make people laugh.

I couldn't help laughing when I saw it.

This girl is really cute. As Wen Nuan said, this girl is not very smart, but she is a little smart, but she is not used in the right way.

"It seems that we really need to give her some good tutoring." After laughing, Song Yihan sighed and shook her head. That girl had no interest in English at all, and her foundation was so poor. She wanted to make up for it in a short time.

It's really not an easy task.

After more than ten minutes, all the test papers were finally corrected. Song Yihan put down the pen, breathed a sigh of relief, stretched his waist, and said in a lazy voice: "Finally, the correction is finished."

"Is it ready to go?" Xiao Ling pulled her catkins and said eagerly.

Song Yihan shook her head: "It's not possible now, I still want to..."

"Not yet? What else do you want to do? You don't want to just drag it on." Xiao Ling stared at her, vowing to stare at her until she agreed.

Song Yihan didn't know whether to laugh or cry: "Are you really in such a hurry? I won't run away. I just want to give the test papers of these two classes to my substitute teacher so that she can have the test papers to send to the students on Monday. You don't have time at this time.

Can’t wait?”

Song Yihan couldn't help laughing, her small face kept smiling. This guy was chauvinistic at one moment and like a big boy who hadn't grown up yet. He often smiled playfully, but when he was serious, he was more serious than anyone else. It's really interesting. God must be

Knowing that her previous twenty years of life were too monotonous and boring, I arranged for such a fun guy to accompany her throughout her life.

Song Yihan's substitute teacher was still the same teacher Huang who had made Wen Wen cursed a hundred times last time. She was a female teacher in her twenties and eighties. When she saw Song Yihan's husband, whose origin no one knew, her eyes flashed with surprise and envy.

He glanced at Song Yihan and reluctantly left with a stack of test papers in his arms.

Song Yihan looked at the man next to her and was about to say that he was a troublemaker, a disaster to the country and the people, when his cell phone rang.

Uncle, why are you waiting so long? Come back and see the bride. Sister Ran and Little Fox are so beautiful in their wedding dresses! It’s just you two. Come back soon. I guarantee you a feast for your eyes!" Lan Hairuo is there!
Chapter completed!