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The sky was like this, and Yun Ye thought about chatting to death. Dark night sent a goodbye expression and went offline.

Yun Xianjun couldn't help but quickly forwarded the dark night's file package to Yang Qi, tracked the URL, and locked the suspects. They were handed over to them. They were crowded and fast.

After so many days have passed, there must be more than one or two visits, and it is not easy to check them one by one.

She looked at the time and sent a video to Song Mian who was getting up.

"My wife is very enthusiastic today." Song Mian showed a flattered expression.

"Did I ever pinch you to send a video before?" Yun thought about examining him.

They used to often separate the two places. She didn't pinch a lot of times. She said how ruthless she was and how little she cared about him.

"It was there before I was married. This was the first time after I got married." Song Mian said quietly, with a grudge.

Those purple-black eyes gazed quietly at Yun thinking, as if accusing her: Oh, you women, don't cherish it when you get it.

Yun thinks about...

Although he said all the facts, Yun thought about it, but he couldn't be short of breath: "After we get married, there's no separation."

After marriage, the first year she gave birth to a baby, Song Mian did not go abroad; the next year she gave birth, six or six years old, Song Mian did not go abroad.

These two years have been busy for Song Kai, that is, this year, she and Liu Liu accompanied Song Mian in the first half of the year, which was less than a month, and the video was only once a day, and only once or twenty times, just forget about it. It’s really naive.

"Because you don't care, you will feel dispensable; because you care, you will care about it." Song Mian said again with some intent.

Yun thinks he is really afraid of him: "Well, I'm wrong, I will pinch again next time."

"Good attitude." Song Mian was not satisfied.

Yun thinks about...

"How do I think the **** of the two of us has changed?"

"When dealing with feelings, regardless of gender, those who care will be more sensitive." Song Mian Zhenzhen said.

"Oh, are you turning around and saying that I don't care if you are blame?"

"It's not that I don't care about me. I concluded that there are too many things occupying your time, so you can't miss the time to miss me."

Song Mian said this, Yun thinks it makes a lot of sense, but it’s not too much, Yun Lin’s things, Ye Zitong’s things, she couldn’t help thinking as soon as she stopped, and then she still had her son to accompany and have her own skills To learn...

"What the **** do you want to say?" Yun thinks whether or not to cut the word with Mr. Song.

"I just hope you can think less of bad things and think of me more, so that you will feel a little more happy." Song Mian gazed at Yun with a smile and thought.

Yun Xianxiang showed a disgusted look: "Who told you, I think you will be in a good mood?"

Song Mian pretended to meditate: "Did you ever be unhappy when you were with me?"

Yun thought about choking.

Song Mian is right, every day with him is happy and happy.

There has never been any conflict between them and no quarrel.

No matter what time, he will tolerate her unconditionally, stand in her position, think about her in a position.

Looking at Mr. Song's smug smile, Yun thinks not to admit defeat: "Don't you know? Acacia has broken people's hearts since ancient times."

Mr. Song's smile gradually solidified.

Yun thinks about being happy, and finally said to win him once: "I just love you too much, and I miss you, I am sad and stubborn, so I should miss you a little."

Mr. Song looked at his wife's self-satisfied little expression: "Just be happy."

Yun thought about not teasing him, and smiled slightly: "Thank you, A Mian."

"Thank me what?" Song Mian and Yun thought and laughed halfway, but did not respond for a while.

"The night thing."

"Oh." Song Mian suddenly realized, "This is what I should do. Someone desecrates my wife. I don't find out people and apply color. What man am I?"

His tone is no different from normal speech, but Yun thinks about it and knows that the person who synthesized the photo is over...

Song Mian must have thought of thousands of ways to make him better than death.

Recalling the scene where Song Mian made Song E treat Zong Sheng, she couldn't help but order wax for this person.

It is said that Zong Sheng left a serious psychological shadow after his return. All day long, the gods were nagging and no longer dominated Zong Qirui's agent position. He couldn't hear people mentioning Yun think about it, otherwise it would be reflectively trembling.

After Yun Xiang thought about it, she was speechless for a while, and she clearly did nothing. Zong Sheng, who didn't know the existence of Song Mian, was the demon branded in her heart.

"By the way, the night let me persuade you to be kind." Yun thinks about conveying people's requests.

After all, people have helped. Such a large amount of information is estimated to be so fast day and night.

"No wonder he made his own claim and sent it to you." Song Mian nodded clearly.

Something Song Mian didn't tell Dark Night to send Yun to think about it, this guy was quite smart.

"He shouldn't be intentional." Yun thinks about helping others.

"You don't need to worry, just tell him to take the route of his wife, and I will take care of him." Song Mian's raised lips and corners revealed his joy.

Suspense slowly appeared on Yun Xiangxiang's face.

"This proves that he knows that I have a deep affection for you." Song Mian said.

Yun thinks about...

This is worth being so happy, do not care about Yang Fengyin violation?

There is no words on the face, but what's going on?

"Don't be numb..."

"Mom, Dad!"

Yun Xiangxiang was about to change the topic. His son ran in time. When he saw Song Mian in the video, he held Yun Xiangji’s legs and climbed up. Yun Xiangxiang didn’t reach out, and the child was walking smoothly now. Using both hands and feet, climbed into Yun Xiang's arms.

Slowly moved her body, sitting back on the cloud and thinking about sitting on her lap, showing a sweet smile and shouting at the iPad: "Dad, think about it!"

"Think about it, behind you." Song Mian teased him badly.

Liuliu turned his head to look at Yun Xiangsi and didn't understand it, because they never called Yun Xiangu's name in front of Liuliu, nor did they specifically call Liuliu, Dad, Mom, Grandpa, Grandpa, Grandpa and Grandma.

"It's mom." Liu Liu corrected Song Mian.

"I think about it." Song Mian continued to tease his son.

Liuliu turned back to confirm one side, a little angry: "It's mom!"

"Well, it's your mother, it's Dad's thinking." Song Mian nodded with a smile.

Sixty-six digested this sentence, he came to a conclusion: "Dad, miss mom!"

"Poof." Yun thought about it.

Liuliu said think about it, meaning he missed his dad, Song Mian said think about it is called Yunxiang think about the name.

The conclusion drawn by Liuliu at this time is that my father is thinking about his mother.

Then his mouth narrowed: "Dad, think of sixty-six."

The wet eyes are full of complaints, so I know that I don’t want to think about my mother, but I don’t want to have six or six. My father is so good.