Jin Shao, kiss

Less than an hour after Jiang Lin went out, he ran back by himself.

He came back drunk.

Geng Ying was going to bed at that time.

As a result, I saw the door of the bedroom. The man staggered in while holding on to the wall.

Seeing that Jiang Lin was obviously drinking, Geng Ying subconsciously frowned.

Jiang Lin seldom drank alcohol, it can be said that he did not drink at all.

He went to the bar and drank juice-type cocktails.

Geng Ying hates men who drink because her biological father and stepfather were both alcoholics.

The biological father would beat her when he was drunk, and the stepfather would...

The mother's cowardice made Geng Ying hate marriage from the bottom of her heart.

Geng Ying's reluctance to marry and have children has a lot to do with her mother.

Her mother was submissive, as if she couldn't live without a man.

Geng Ying hated her mother so much that she wished she could die.

She hates her mother who keeps saying she loves her, but in the end does everything to hurt her.

Geng Ying really hated men who drank, but she still got out of bed and walked towards Jiang Lin.

Jiang Lin's cheeks were flushed, and he looked at her drunkenly. Then, he hugged her directly, "wife."

Geng Ying stood there without moving, letting the man hug her.

Just smelling the strong smell of alcohol on the man's body, she will inevitably have some resistance.

Even pictures that she didn't want to recall, but would never forget, would involuntarily flash across her mind.

The man smelling of alcohol pressed on her, covered her mouth with his hands, and dragged her into the abyss bit by bit.

At the crack of the door, a pair of pink slippers stood there, but the door was never opened.

She longed for her to have the courage to open the door and save her, but she didn't, she stood there like a coward.

Jiang Lin arched Gengying's neck with his head, and hummed uncomfortably, "My wife, I feel uncomfortable."

The man's half-coquettish voice pulled Geng Ying out of her memories.

Geng Ying closed her eyes, suppressing the unbearable images in her mind.

She raised her hand to push Jiang Lin away, and said with disgust, "It stinks, go take a shower."

The man hugged him up again, "I want my wife to help me."

"Don't take an inch."

Geng Ying glared at him.

"Wife..."

Jiang Lin arched Gengying's neck with his head, like a giant dog, and it was a milk dog.

Fortunately, Xu Jianyi had never seen Jiang Lin like this, otherwise she would not have believed it. The man in front of her, who looked like a milk dog, hugged Geng Ying and acted like a baby, would be her handsome, gentle and bookish man. Artist Brother Jiang.

In front of Geng Ying, the gentle and delicate pianist looked like a harmless little milk dog, with his eyes wide open and his mouth shrunken. His aggrieved appearance made people want to feed him bones.

Geng Ying actually hated Jiang Lin for acting like a baby with her, because she always had nothing to do with him.

The earlobe was suddenly caught by someone, and numbness spread all over his body. Geng Ying regained consciousness, covered the man's face, and pushed his troubled lips away, "Don't be like a dog, licking around."

The man knows best how to make her soft-hearted, he purposely seduces her with a long tail, "wife~"

"What is your name called soul?"

The veins on Geng Ying's forehead were bulging, and she was still afraid of him after all.

She helped him into the bathroom.

Geng Ying threw the man into the bathtub and ordered him with her hands on her hips, "Take off your clothes."

Jiang Lin complied.

With three or two strokes, he stripped himself naked.

Only a pair of light blue boxer briefs remained.

Raising her hand, just as she was about to take off the remaining underwear, Geng Ying hurriedly stopped him, "You don't need to take this off for now."

"Oh."

He put down his hand obediently, staring at Geng Ying with big innocent eyes.

For a moment, Geng Ying wanted to cover his eyes.

Although not blindfolded, she told him to close his eyes because she was going to wash his hair, "head back."

Jiang Lin complied.

Geng Ying took the shower on the side, tested the water temperature, and then poured it on Jiang Lin's head.

After washing Jiang Lin's hair, taking a shower, and making sure that he didn't smell of alcohol, Geng Ying's mood improved a little bit.

But she doesn't like to smile, her face is always straight, and she is very cold.

After coming out to dry Jiang Lin's hair, Geng Ying sent him to bed directly and let him sleep.

Jiang Lin has always been very good.

When Geng Ying lay down, he suddenly hugged her tightly in his arms, "Honey, don't kill the baby, okay?"

"Are you pretending to be drunk?"

After all, Geng Ying was not a young girl who knew nothing about the world, so she immediately understood that this person was pretending to be drunk.

Jiang Lin did not deny that he had drunk too much, and he was indeed not drunk.

She doesn't like a drunk man, he dare not drink himself unconscious.

Afraid that she was really drunk and passed out, she would throw him out.

"If you don't believe in marriage, then we won't get a certificate. You give birth to the child and we raise it together, just like now. If you feel bored, you can retreat at any time."

Geng Ying would not believe Jiang Lin's nonsense, this man is the best at playing tricks, "Don't think I don't know that you are playing tricks on me."

The children are all born, and they are still retreating.

It's just cutting and messing around.

His wishful thinking worked out well.

Seeing that Geng Ying saw through, Jiang Lin tried to take the warm route, "Human flow hurts the body, I don't want you to get hurt."

However, Geng Ying didn't fall for the trap, "Abortion hurts the body, but giving birth doesn't hurt the body? It is said that giving birth to a woman is like going to hell."

Jiang Lin was speechless by Geng Ying's words, and he was silent for ten seconds before he said, "I will take good care of you and find the best obstetrician to deliver your baby. If you are afraid of pain, We can give birth without pain."

Geng Ying can't imagine what it's like to be a mother, she has a bad temper, and she really doesn't like children, the kind that she wants to beat up when they cry, "I don't like children, they are crying, very annoying. "

Jiang Lin felt that these were not a problem, "I'll take care of you when you give birth. No matter how bad it is, my mother can help take care of it. Geng Ying, my child is very cute."

Seeing that he spoke as if he had been a father, Geng Ying couldn't help asking, "Have you ever given birth?"

Jiang Lin was so choked that he couldn't speak.

Geng Ying yelled at him again, "You have never given birth, how do you know that your child is very cute?"

When Geng Ying was a child, she saw a neighbor's baby that was just born. It was wrinkled, like a little old man, so ugly, how could it be cute?

At six or seven months, they are quite cute.

It's a pity that he's only cute for a year, and every year after that, when she sees him, his face is dirty, and the snot bubbles hang on his nose all day long, making him unlovable to look at.

Any bigger, and it would be annoying.

So naughty that people want to beat him to death.

Geng Ying didn't want to kill a boatload of people with one shot, she just wanted to express that she really didn't like children.

When others see children, they will come forward to tease them.

She was indifferent, wishing she could stay far away.

"If the child looks like you, it must be cute."

Jiang Lin said.

"How can you be sure that he looks like me?" Geng Ying choked back at him.

"It's not ugly like me." Jiang Lin's voice was weak.

like him?

Geng Ying tried to imagine that scene.

The little milk baby who looks like Jiang Lin—it's barely acceptable.

Geng Ying couldn't help but feel disgusted when she thought of the possibility of having a snot bubble all day long after she was one or two years old.