Chapter 280: Did you give cp powder any sugar today? (Part 4)
Someone forced him to wear women's clothing. Someone ran around the field without wearing pants when he was a kid, and made crazy mistakes the first time he was learning the piano...
Si Fan couldn't stand it anymore, and quickly closed the computer.
Take a deep breath.
Who gave it to her? !
--Harmful.
Who else could give it to her.
...
In the evening, Xiang Xing hummed a little tune and bounced back home.
As soon as he opened the door, he suddenly felt a shadow falling in front of him.
She couldn't help raising her little head in doubt.
I saw my man staring at her quietly with an overly kind smile.
The little guy couldn't help but feel a cool back.
She swallowed, and couldn't help but cautiously whispered: "...husband?"
"..."
The man did not speak.
But the smile is deeper and more terrifying...
"Wife,"
He pressed his hoarse voice, suddenly stretched out his hand, and circled Xiang Xing, who subconsciously wanted to slip away, into his arms.
There was an inexplicable danger in his tone, and he lowered his head and asked, "I suddenly wanted to know, what was your impression of me before you knew me?"
"……what?"
Xiang Xing frowned, a little confused.
He tilted his head and had to think about it while saying, "He is handsome, talented, and sings well..."
She remembered it one after another.
Suddenly, countless too funny pictures flashed through my mind one by one.
The little guy couldn't help but stop suddenly.
Looking around, I directly saw the small USB flash drive stuck in the laptop...
She trembled and suddenly understood what was going on.
"anything else?"
The man smiled faintly, but suddenly bent down and hugged her horizontally.
"..."
Xiang Xing shivered and dared not speak.
After shaking for a long time, she finally lowered the corners of her eyes, pursed her small mouth, and winked at Si Fan pitifully.
Softly whispered, "My husband, I was wrong...I shouldn't go to the black market to buy your black history..."
Although she got it out of the system.
"This is not the point."
The man interrupted her.
He still had that indescribable smile, while moving his long legs away, walking upstairs.
Continue to ask, "My wife, I just want to know... Did you really think that those things could threaten me?"
"……is it not OK?"
Xiang Xing blinked softly in a dazed manner.
Such embarrassing scenes, she thought it would be **** to death when she saw it!
"It seems that the former me is really that kind of image in your heart..."
Si Fan smiled deeper.
He went upstairs and kicked the door open.
"I have to think of a way to make a good change for you, then..."
...
Later, later.
One sunny afternoon, the little assassin held his mobile phone and ran to the legs of Xiang Xing who was basking on the terrace.
"Mommy, Mommy,"
He stretched out his little meaty hand, grabbed his mommy's trouser legs, and his watery eyes were full of question marks. "Aunts and uncles, fans ask, why is my nickname called the little killer."
"..."
Xiang Xing recalled that night and suddenly didn't want to speak.
"... By the way, Mommy,"
The little guy didn't get an answer, so he ignored the question and continued, "Daddy said, he will be back tonight."
"..."
Thinking of the meaningful WeChat sent by the dog man a few days ago, Xiang Xing jumped up and picked up the little bun.