Xia Yue felt the scorching heat in Zhang Yifeng's eyes, of course, he knew what he wanted to do, blushing with blood, his head buried in his chest, and whispered: "This is the place of Qing Yan sister..."

“You mean going to your place?”He asked as if he were laughing.

“The bad guys.”

Xia was red with a small face, he looked at him fiercely, the moment's glamorous style, let Zhang Yifeng's index finger move, picked up both of Xia Yue and fell on the big bed, and Xia Yue's death slapped Zhang Yifeng's chest, "Xi Yan sister came back to see it is not good..."

"She won't come back."

Jiang Qingyan certainly did not come back, she is chatting with Bridget hot, where will you know that Zhang Yifeng and Xia Yue in her bed bumped into the phoenix, because Xia Yue was pregnant, the battle between the two people is not fierce, but also let Xia Yue into a pool of balsam, lying in Zhang Yifeng's arms fingers can not move.

“Am I not useless?”

"Huh?"Why do you suddenly say that?”Zhang Yifeng rubbed her smooth back, her skin was really good, delicate and slippery, flexible, so that Zhang Yifeng loved it.

"Xing Yan sister is so powerful, can help you manage the company, but I will not..."

Zhang Yifeng's body shook, raised the small head buried in his arms, held her small face in both hands, and let her tears dripped on her hands, and she cried.

"Idiot, people can not compare, everyone has their own characteristics, Qing Yan is good at managing the company, you also have a place that is not inferior to her."He said softly.

“What is it?”

“You are a great writer.”

“Come on, how about that.”Xia Yu burst into laughter.

"How can it not count, the Kingdom of Papua New Year is too backward, this backwardness is not only material level, but also spiritual level, you have the talent for writing, you can completely use words to change the spiritual outlook of the people."He said seriously.

Xia’s eyes slowly sprang up, and he hesitated, “Can I?”

"You must be able to, but before you become a writer, you must first help me have a baby, save the summer writer to become famous, all over the world, let me stand alone in the empty room."Zhang Yi Feng laughed.

"I wouldn't."

“That’s probably it.”

Xia Yuehe quietly into Zhang Yifeng's arms, she likes to use words to express emotions, her dream is to become a writer, but since she came to Papua New York, she quickly forgot this dream, every time she saw Jiang Qingyan and Zhang Yifeng talking she could not stop talking, her heart was very sad, she complained that she could not help him.

But now, Zhang Yifeng re-spoke her writer's dream, she seems to have found a way to help him, that is, to use words to baptize people's hearts and unite people's hearts.

“Fun, I will not disappoint you.”His eyes were shining, and he swore.

Career-minded women, often make men have a headache, because women who focus on the cause, sometimes more than men are crazy, Xia Yue is also the same, she has a firm belief, with persistent quality, she dreams of becoming a writer, but also want to help Zhang Yifeng, the two are not contradictory, so Xia Yuhe decided to go up, running the school library.

"Mom, sometimes I really want to smoke a few big mouths, there's nothing to mention this."Zhang Yifeng couldn't cry and laugh, his mouth said so, Zhang Yifeng's heart was very happy, as long as Xia Yue was happy, he would support her in what she wanted to do.

Zhang Yifeng put on his clothes and was preparing to make up the bed, Jiang Qingyan rushed in, just to speak, his nose suddenly moved, looked suspiciously at Zhang Yifeng, his eyes suddenly fell on a dismal sheet, as if he understood something, his eyes were shy, "you bastard."

"You wash the sheets yourself."

"Here's my bed."

"This is my bed."

Jiang Qingyan was anxious, turned his head out of the bedroom, Zhang Yifeng looked funny, slowly chasing out, and saw Jiang Qingyan sitting on the sofa, holding a fruit knife in his hand into the watermelon, his mouth said, I don't know what she is.

"Don't eat or waste."Zhang Yifeng reminded me.

"Who says I don't eat?"Jiang Qingyan glanced at him, his hands hard, actually straight to the watermelon in half, Zhang Yi Feng very consciously walked over, robbed half of the gnaw up.

"That's mine."

“It’s mine too.”

"Zhang Yifeng..." Jiang Qingyan was very angry and called out his name, just at this time, Zhang Yifeng suddenly extended his hand, grabbed her waist, and kissed her head down.

“Is watermelon sweet?”Zhang Yifeng asked up.

Jiang Qingyan's eyes sprayed, pushed open the maple, pulled out a paper towel to wipe his mouth, the sticky watermelon juice on the lips is very uncomfortable, "It's really you can't do it, you can't change a place, but I want to be here with you."

"Let's go find the hustle and buster."Zhang Yifeng proposed.

“Fuck off.”

"I warn you, I am pregnant."Jiang Qingyan reminded him, then cut the watermelon in his hand with a knife and said, "Sister Meng Xiang just called me."

“Meng Xiang?”And he tucked away.

Jiang Qingyan nodded, "She broke with the mango table, as if it was very serious, she was crying on the phone, saying that she wanted to leave the joy tonight, hey, but unfortunately, there is no joy in Meng Xiang sister this evening to look at it is meaningless."

“Isn’t that the only teacher you have in your eyes?”The face is full of jokes.

"Damn, all the old accounts are old and out of them, I only have you in my eyes now, are you happy?"

“What’s the ‘me’ still there?”He smiled and asked.

Thinking of that wood carving, Jiang Qingyan also smiled, and the look of happiness appeared on his face, "Keep it, it was really good before, I am your mistress, you are my lover, simple and pure."

“Is it bad now?”

"I am not the same, I am your wife, and I am one of them, at that time, I don't care, I have only you in my world."

Zhang Yifeng was silent, reaching out and holding her shoulder, Jiang Qingyan leaned in his arms and said, "I have wronged you."

"It's hard for you to take care of so many women."Jiang Qingyan said sour acid.

"I'm in good health, and more women take care of me."

“The bastard.”Jiang Qingyan whispered, “What are you going to do, Meng Xiang sister?”

"What to do, cold, I don't care about her."Zhang Yifeng was really wrong this time, Meng Xiang had a intention of him, and he felt it when he was in Nansha, but he did not feel it for her.

Of course, if Meng Xiang took the initiative to dedicate himself, he would not refuse, but Zhang Yifeng would not treat her as Jiang Qingyan and Xia, at most, a dew, a one-night stand.

Now he has a wife, Jiang Qingyan, Xia Yuhe are pregnant, he has no intention of fomenting other women, not to mention that he does not lack women, there are two waiting in the wasteland world.

"The beauty you think of, I mean to let Sister Meng Xiang come to the Kingdom of Papua New York."Jiang Qingyan hit Zhang Yifeng and said.

"She is a famous host in Huaxia, worth four or five million, a star, she is willing to come to the Kingdom of Papua New York?"

"Surely, there's someone she's dreaming about."

"Don't interrupt, really, if she wants to come, you can enter DSTV as a host, you know I want to step foot in the film and television industry, with her popularity in Huaxia, may be our opportunity."Zhang Yifeng said.

"But our TV station has no variety show at all, except news or news."

Zhang Yifeng sweat, this is said to his heart, "before there is no, now, I am ready to let Xia Guangming media produce a variety show, Meng Xiang is willing to come, she is one of the host."

“What program?”Jiang Qingyan asked curiously.

“Run.”