V2.Chapter 388

She was angry at the moment, and could hardly control her words and deeds, so she blurted out her words without thinking about it.

Yan Beicheng seems to have never thought that the flowers on the street will make such a big fire, thin lips can not help but habitually pursed, did not speak.

Seeing the flowers on the street usually so indifferent on the cheek, at the moment, because of himself and emerge such a vivid angry face, his doubts immediately completely dissipated.

He had never seen her so angry with anyone. How could he doubt her like that now because of him?

Think of here, his heart suddenly a burst of chagrin, busy toward the stranger flower side moved, two hands gently pressed her shoulder, warm voice way: "I am not good."

The flower on the street reaches out to brush open his hand, turn round not to see him, "the Lord is serious."

For the first time, Yan Beicheng bowed his head to a woman like this, then he took such a closed door and choked for a long time.

He suppressed his emotions, patience to ease the voice, gentle to the extreme, "you are angry, I sent someone to observe you yesterday?"

The flower on the stranger is cold with a pretty face and has not answered.

"More than that, you blame me for being suspicious of you?" Seeing her acquiescence, Yan Beicheng continued.

The flowers on the stranger still haven't answered.

Yan Beicheng understood the reason why the stranger was angry and thought about the wording in his heart. Then he said: "these two things are my fault. I just saw you go to his place on your back yesterday. I was not happy. I couldn't help but have some doubts. It's my fault. I shouldn't have someone follow you. I shouldn't suspect you."

There was a little touch in the flower heart of the stranger, but he was still reluctant to pay attention to him. "The identity of the Lord is too much to apologize to me. It's too dignified and expensive to apologize to me."

"You're the one I put on the top of my heart. I'm sorry to you, but how could it be that I'm so proud of you?" Yan Beicheng is only thinking about the happiness of the flowers on the street. What's more, I'm just your husband in front of you. I'm not a prince. You're not a princess. I'm just my wife. I can't make a face with my wife

I didn't expect that Yanbei city would say such a thing. Is this sweet talk?

She was slightly Leng for a moment, just now also cold breeding heart suddenly soft down, the lips of red lips moved gently, "how can you say such words."

Naturally, I have to go to the place of fireworks and willow alley with some "Friends of evil friends" for a long time. If I see more of them, I will learn a little. However, this is the first time that the same woman sincerely said.

In spite of this thought in his heart, he was absolutely not able to say it on his face. He only said: "in the face of a loved one, he naturally has no teacher. What's more, he can't control the emotion."

Knowing that this is the sweet words often said in those dog blood romance novels in the previous life, but a man so sincerely said to himself, her heart is still soft in the soft, heart in the heart, at any time to melt general.

"Well, well, I'm tired and I'm going to sleep. Don't talk about it." As if afraid of being intoxicated by Yan Beicheng's words, the flower on the street only indulged for a moment, and then immediately got out.

Yan Beicheng saw this, but he couldn't help but hook the corners of his lips. He grabbed the delicate and soft waist of the flower on the street and lay on the collapse with her. "I'm going to say, but I'll keep saying in your ears, so that you can't sleep tonight."