581 581. Gu Yanqing, don't you feel shy?

Song Beibei was pleasantly surprised. "What gift? "

Gu Yanqing even started a lawsuit, but he didn't say anything.

Song Beibei was really curious.

Although every Christmas, Gu Yanqing still treated her like a child.

When he prepared gifts for the children, he would also prepare one for her.

Song Beibei didn't care about it in the past.

But it was different now. It was probably because after Gu Yanqing came back from the gates of hell, Song Beibei really cherished the time she spent with him too much

Even a single sentence felt like a gift from heaven.

Song Beibei was filled with anticipation.

After taking a walk, she returned to her room. The Sky was already dark.

After all, the Song Garden was still built on the mountainside.

Looking from here, one could see a few stars even though it was sparse.

This was completely different from the ones she saw on the island.

Song Beibei had already decided to forget everything on the island.

However, she remembered the starry sky that was lying on the sand at that time.

It was like a pair of hands weaving a brocade in the sky, dazzling and dazzling.

After leaving the island, no one mentioned Gu wanjing anymore.

According to satellite reports, after the island exploded, it was completely swallowed by the sea. From then on, it disappeared from this planet.

It was like a complete farewell to the past.

After returning.

Song Beibei poured hot water for Gu Yanqing.

Then she pushed him to the bathroom to take a shower.

After entering the bathroom.

Gu Yanqing sat there motionlessly, waiting for Song Beibei to serve him.

These days, it was really Song Beibei who served him.

She was already so skilled that with one hand, she could undo all the buttons on Gu Yanqing's shirt in half a minute.

However, Gu Yanqing's body was too heavy.

Every time she helped him take off his clothes and helped him into the bath...

Song Beibei was so tired that she was sweating profusely.

However, Gu Yanqing seemed to be enjoying it.

Throughout the whole process, he watched Song Beibei busying herself with a faint smile on his face.

Although they were an old married couple...

Song Beibei was still a little embarrassed.

When Gu Yanqing was in a daze a while ago, Song Beibei didn't think much of it.

But now, Gu Yanqing had recovered.

Song Beibei felt a little awkward.

It was mainly because she couldn't stand the way Gu Yanqing looked at her every time.

When Song Beibei wiped his body, she warned him more than once, "don't use your eyes to act like a hooligan. "

Gu Yanqing's voice was indifferent, "you're the one who acts like a hooligan every day now, aren't you? "

Song Beibei was instantly speechless.

Because she would indeed take the opportunity to take advantage of Gu Yanqing while he was wiping his body.

Song Beibei said, "Gu Yanqing, don't you feel shy? "

Gu Yanqing said, "what's there to be shy about in front of my wife? "

Then he said, "besides, my figure is perfect, right? "

Song Beibei truly felt that Gu Yanqing had recovered well. Even his narcissism had recovered successfully.

When she wiped her body, Song Beibei was surprised to find that a certain part of someone had changed again.

Sure enough, in the next second, Song Beibei was pulled into the pool.

This was Song Beibei's original room.

The bathroom was a white jade pool in the shape of a flower petal.

It was very large.

Song Beibei fell into the pool, and Gu Yanqing happened to wrap his arms around her waist.

The pool had heat in it to begin with.

Song Beibei was originally wearing a thin shirt.

After she fell into the pool, her entire body was instantly drenched.

Her clothes wrapped around her exquisite body, giving off a soul-stirring charm.

Song Beibei pushed him. "What are you doing? "

Gu Yanqing wrapped his arms around Song Beibei's waist. "You want to do something bad, can you do it? "

Song Beibei's body recovered quite well.

Although she had gone through a disaster at the beginning...

She had recuperated very well in the later stages.

It had been almost two months since she gave birth.

Song Beibei was a little shy as she thought that there was no problem with her... ...

It wasn't that she didn't miss her.

Especially that kind of intense love that couldn't be dissolved. After experiencing life and death, she missed her even more deeply. Even if she was by her side every day and night, she would still miss her deeply.

Song Beibei Sat motionlessly on Gu Yanqing's lap.

Her face was as red as a blooming hibiscus.

She said softly, "but you... "

Gu Yanqing had already skillfully removed the barrier between the two of them. He inched closer to Song Beibei's ear and breathed suggestively into her earlobe. "sit up... move yourself... "

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Song Beibei slept until noon.

She was really too tired last night.

But that feeling was strangely addictive.

So, the two of them did not fall asleep until midnight.

However, Song Beibei clearly felt that she was too tired. It was as if she had collapsed in the bathroom.

Why was she already fine on the bed when she woke up.

However, Gu Yanqing insisted that she helped him back to the bedroom later.

Song Beibei didn't remember it at all.

She even thought that she had a dream.

She dreamed that she was carried onto the bed by a prince-like man.

Moreover, she was in a daze on the bed again... ...

Song Beibei felt that she had really sinned.

Why would she have such an erotic dream.

If Gu Yanqing found out, he would definitely be furious.

Song Beibei felt guilty, so she didn't dare to think about it anymore.

During the day, she was even more obedient to Gu Yanqing.

Of course, at night... ...

On Christmas Eve, she received Xiao Mianjun's wedding invitation.

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