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Although the memory during this period was only set, it was so dark that when the system came into his mind, Jiang Qingyue couldn't help but collapsed on the quilt and covered his chest, only to feel that his fingers were sore from heartache.

The memories of previous lives gradually eased this pain, and gradually, only the sadness remained.

None of this is true. He let out a long breath.

He really likes me.

He's coming to marry me, it's true.

"Baby," on the night of the bridal chamber, the man he had always admired since he was a child took out the red hijab from behind. Although it was something that some women in this world might use to marry, he put it on his head jokingly and childishly. He lifted a corner, half-kneeled in front of him, looked up at him from the bottom up, and said, "I'm here to marry you."

He laughed, but Jiang Qingyue cried.

Ren Shuhan was at a loss for a moment, and threw off his hijab: "Baby, what's the matter? Feeling uncomfortable?"

Jiang Qingyue hugged his neck tightly with her arms and pressed against him, but couldn't help sobbing.

It took him a long time to utter a vague complaint.

"You already promised to marry me."

Ren Shuhan immediately pleaded guilty and begged for mercy, kissing the tears on his cheek: "I'm late, baby, it's my fault."

"It's not your fault," Jiang Qingyue shook her head, "I shouldn't take it seriously."

Ren Shuhan was stunned and anxious, and wrinkled the clothes of the baby in his arms: "What shouldn't be taken seriously? It must be taken seriously!"

Jiang Qingyue held his face and looked at him with distress in her eyes: "Did you know that life is just a play, you are the hero, but I am just a supporting role."

"I know, but I don't care." Ren Shuhan smiled and wiped away his tears.

Jiang Qingyue's tears were still rolling down her face silently, and she asked him softly, "Why, why are you so kind to me?"

Ren Shuhan looked very distressed and wanted to make him smaller and put him on the top of his heart, but smiled helplessly: "I just married a peerless beauty that I like, how can I be nice to you? You are too easy. Are you satisfied?"

Jiang Qingyue still shook her head, raised a small face like a pear blossom with rain, and said with a twitch: "I'm talking about the original world, you said a long time, a long time ago that you would marry me, you used to be Just being nice to me, nice."

Chapter 85

The night of the bridal chamber was more romantic than Ren Shuhan thought.

Because he found that his wife loved him more than he thought.

Jiang Qingyue, who remembered the past, was very clingy, but when I asked him what he remembered, he couldn't say anything. I'll give you a chance, let me be nice to you too"...

If it weren't for his emotional excitement today, Ren Shuhan would have handcuffed him to the head of the bed, blindfolded him, pressed him under him, took off his bathrobe, tied it with a red ribbon and tasted it at will.

Well, that's good for me.

He could even accept his own messy hobbies with a blushing face. Ren Shuhan felt that his baby was already tolerable to him. If he worked harder, he might have died on him.

So what happened?

Although the memory in this world is a little imperfect, but Ren Shuhan thought about it carefully, it won't make him so sad, right?

Maybe it's because of "his body hurts and my heart hurts", think in a different position, if you hear that Jiang Qingyue was poisoned and paralyzed for life, but you can't go to see him to take care of him, then you will be very sad. uncomfortable.

So Ren Shuhan got used to him.

Being teased to the point of being blown away, he didn't move his hands or feet directly without being unpleasant, so he hugged him and stroked his hair gently, kissed his forehead and face, bit his neck occasionally, and sucked the small piece of skin he used to cover with sensitive glands.

"I'll ask the system to return your glands," Ren Shuhan licked on the side of his neck and discussed in a low voice, "This way you won't have the energy to think about things."

Jiang Qingyue was tired and sleepy from crying, and snorted softly like a kitten.

I don't know whether to agree or not, Ren Shuhan made his own decision and assumed that he agreed, so the room was filled with the sweetness of chocolate, as if it was a late-night snack for Ren Shuhan, and the faint aroma of wine quickly appeased him. Jiang Qingyue's mood made him fall asleep immediately.

In his sleep, he still held onto Ren Shuhan's shirt.

"How old are you still coquettish?"

Ren Shuhan rebuked him happily, and gently slid his index finger across his face.

It's so tender and feels so good in the hand.

Because got up early this morning and didn't sleep well last night, Jiang Qingyue slept very deeply. Ren Shuhan distributed it to him, took off his wedding dress, and patted it in his arms, but he didn't respond.

The smell of alcohol overflowed the door, and the guards outside the door thought to themselves: really know how to play.

But Ren Shuhan just stared at his wife's sleeping face for a long time, and decided to ask him for the payment tomorrow morning.

Although my wife looks good in a red wedding dress, the mermaid-like open-back dress she wore before is also good-looking, and she was urged to change into a cheongsam. The white suit she used to wear before is just as beautiful. For a while, I have to enjoy him tonight.

After he fell in love with him, he also looked the most adorable in the world in his school uniform. The curves drawn by the usual simple T-shirt and ordinary jeans would make Ren Shuhan suspect that he was being seduced.

On the night of the wedding, the wife just wants to have a heart-to-heart talk, so let's talk about it. In the moment of warmth, who can make himself strong?

But after waking up the next day, Jiang Qingyue was pulled by him to take a bath together.

Then the bluish patches came out, and Jiang Qingyue covered her neck to prevent him from biting again.

"Otherwise, take back the ABO setting." He said sternly.

Ren Shuhan hugged him from behind and rubbed: "You said yesterday that I'm good, you want to be nicer to me."

Jiang Qingyue's legs are soft and her heart is soft: "That's, that's... that's fine."

Ren Shuhan: !

Thank you for my past life.