Chapter 1967 (2/2)

Yan Beicheng understood the reason why Mo Shanghua was angry, and thought about the wording in his heart. Then he said, ”these two things are all my faults. I just saw you go to him with someone on your back yesterday. I'm not happy in my heart. I can't help being suspicious. I'm not good. I shouldn't ask someone to follow you. I shouldn't suspect you.”

There was a touch in the flower heart of the stranger, but his anger didn't disappear. He still didn't want to pay attention to him. ”The identity of the Lord, it's too delicate to apologize with me.”

”You are the one I put on the top of my heart. How can I apologize to you?” At the moment, Yan Beicheng just wants to be happy with the flowers in the street. What he can't say in ordinary days is all poured out at the moment. ”Besides, in front of you, I'm just your husband, not a prince, you're not a princess, just my wife. How can I not pull down my face with my wife?”

Mo Shanghua didn't expect that Yan Beicheng would also say such words. Is this sweet talk?

She slightly Leng moment, just now also cold breeding heart suddenly softened down, red lips of the labial flap gently move, ”how can you say such words.”

Naturally, I've been pretending to be a dandy for a long time, so I have to go to some places like fireworks and willow alleys with some ”Fox friends”. I've seen a lot of them, so I've learned a lot. However, this is the first time for the same woman to say it sincerely.

Though he thought about it in his heart, he would not say it on his face. He only said, ”in the face of the person he loves, there is no teacher to teach him, not to mention that he can't control his feelings.”

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

”Well, well, I'm tired. I'm going to sleep. Don't say any more.” As if afraid of being intoxicated by Yan Beicheng's words, Mo Shanghua only indulged in it for a moment, and then immediately got out of it.

Yan Beicheng saw this, but the corner of his lips can't help but hook up. He took the slender and soft waist of Mo Shanghua and held her lying on the floor together. ”I'd like to say it, and keep saying it in your ear, so that you can't sleep tonight.”