During the three days before the Military Military Conference, Chen Yuyang basically traveled back and forth between the Beijing Military Region Courtyard and the military camp guesthouse. Naturally, he handed it over to Zhuge Qingqing at night. He accompanied her shopping and had dinner with her, and also used it as a kind of emotional make-up!

These three days are undoubtedly the happiest days after Zhuge Qingqing recovered from illness. Every day, you can see the figure lingering in his heart. He feels strangely happy.

The capital city at night was bright and bright. Although it was not as rich as that, it was also extremely prosperous. A pair of golden boys and jade girls walked on the street holding hands, which naturally attracted countless pedestrians to look at each other! After stroking the long hair that was scattered by the wind, Zhuge Qingqing smiled sweetly at Chen Yuyang and said, "Can you kiss me?"

"Hmm?" Chen Yuyang was stunned for a moment and asked in confusion: "Here?"

"Yes!" Zhuge Qingqing nodded heavily and said with a little twisted voice: "I want to put your mark on it! You can't escape from now on."

Chen Yuyang laughed in silence, and gently kissed the girl on the forehead. He smiled badly and said, "Stamp my seal and I will be my person from now on!"

However, Zhuge Qingqing stomped her feet with some dissatisfaction, pouted her lips and muttered, "It's not here, it's here!" As she said that, her lush fingers pointed at her bright red lips frivolously, her clear eyes were a little expectant and a little confused.

The big hand gently brushed across the girl's rosy cheeks, and Chen Yuyang said, "Aren't you afraid of provoking my fire? Will you end up in the end?"

Zhuge Qingqing curled her lips indifferently and said, "What's the big deal? You haven't spent the night there! I'm not afraid! If you could..."

Before he finished speaking, Zhuge Qingqing suddenly stopped and felt that a girl was too explicit in saying such words. She looked up timidly at Chen Yuyang, fearing that the man would misunderstand that she was a frivolous and indulgent girl.

However, Chen Yuyang just looked at her faint smile without any disgust. He gently groped the girl's back. Chen Yuyang murmured in Zhuge Qingqing's ear: "Qingqing, we are all too young, this kind of thing is not suitable now! It's better to wait for the engagement!"

After hearing what Chen Yuyang said, Zhuge Qingqing felt a little sweet, but soon the sweetness was replaced by inexplicable loss. She nodded helplessly and leaned against the man, as if she had the urge to stick to her.

Holding the girl's weak body, Chen Yuyang smiled and said, "Qingqing, actually, I have always wanted to ask you, don't you dislike me as a little brat? After all, I'm only seventeen years old!"

Zhuge Qingqing smiled warmly and looked up at Chen Yuyang's handsome face, which was as handsome as the sun god. After looking at it for a long time, she used her slender fingers to draw a circle on the man's heart and said, "You are not a little brat! Although you are only seventeen years old, you have a heart of forty years old!"

Chen Yuyang was stunned again, and Zhuge Qingqing continued: "Although we have known each other for a long time, you can not be afraid of my illness and treat me with fatigue. After the treatment, you do not ask for anything in return, and you will not use this as a threat. More importantly, your eyes are always so clear that you don't seem to have any desire! Unlike those flies, you always like to stare at others..."

As he said that, Zhuge Qingqing looked at her breasts that were not bulging but well-proportioned, and stopped talking.

"Desire?" Chen Yuyang said lightly: "Actually, I also have desires. Every man has desires, but what I hide is better than others!"

"But now I hate you like you always look like you when you look at me. Are you really not attractive to you?" As he said that, Zhuge Qingqing deliberately rubbed Chen Yuyang's arm twice, as if he was a little ill-intentioned.

"It's not that you are not attractive to me, but..."

Zhuge Qingqing, who was leaning on Chen Yuyang's chest, seemed not to feel the man's gentle gaze becoming sharp, and asked anxiously: "What is it? Tell me quickly!"

Chen Yuyang sneered and said, "But trouble is coming!"

Zhuge Qingqing was stunned and immediately stood up and looked forward. The originally quiet and coquettish look was gone, and all that was left was disgust and coldness! He cursed in a low voice: "Damn the fly!" hf();
Chapter completed!