After the actor broke up

When Luo Jingyu woke up, the people next to him had already woken up and made breakfast.

Today, Thursday, October 10th, the child in Wenzheng's womb is exactly one hundred days old.

Going for a pregnancy test.

It was quite windy and cold this morning.When Luo Jingyu was putting on his shoes, Wen Zheng went to the bedroom to get a gray scarf, and when Luo Jingyu stood up straight, he handed it to the other party.

Luo Jingyu looked at the soft scarf in Wenzheng's hand, then at Wenzheng, and said, "Wenzheng, tie it for me."

Wen Zheng's gaze turned, the tips of his ears turned red quietly again, his fingers tightened on the soft scarf, and he said "OK".

Wen Zheng is less than 1.8 meters tall, almost ten centimeters shorter than Luo Jingyu.

Luo Jingyu bent his neck slightly, Wen Zheng stood on tiptoe slightly, the soft scarf was wrapped around his neck gently, Wen Zheng's cool fingertips brushed the skin on the back of his neck from time to time...

Luo Jingyu pursed his lips, and his eyes drifted to Wenzheng's waist.Wen Zheng likes to wear white shirts all the year round, but now she doesn't wear a coat, and the white shirt is tucked into the waistband of her trousers. When the other party raises his hand slightly, it shows the flexible and thin waist, and the waistline is extremely beautiful.

The child is only three months old, and it may be due to Wenzheng's physical problems. From the loose shirt, there is no curvature.

"Look up." Wenzheng's voice was a little cold, and at this moment Luo Jingyu could hear a lot of tenderness from it.

Luo Jingyu's eyes darkened, he didn't raise his head, but just asked: "Wenzheng, do you know what lovers usually do in the morning?"

Wen Zheng was obviously thinking about other things absent-mindedly, or maybe he was too nervous when he was with Luo Jingyu, he didn't hear what Luo Jingyu was saying, and just hummed subconsciously.

Then, Wenzheng, who was holding the scarf, suddenly opened his eyes wide and froze.

Because one hand was wrapped around his waist, Luo Jingyu wrapped one hand around, and then exerted a little force. In a short time, Wenzheng clung to him and hit Luo Jingyu's strong chest.

Wen Zheng's hand on Luo Jingyu's neck hadn't had time to withdraw when the other party came.

Wen Zheng opened his mouth slightly, his light brown eyes slightly enlarged and looked at Luo Jingyu in astonishment.

Luo Jingyu had already raised his head at this time, and Wen Zheng's absent-minded appearance fell into his eyes, and his heart softened.

To be honest, he has acted in such scenes countless times.

It turns out that in life, doing it makes people feel so novel.

"You really know?" Luo Jingyu felt that maybe there was something bad in his bones.Wen Zheng's look of being at a loss is very interesting and I like it very much.

Like a beautiful and cold Persian cat, timidly softening its body in front of you, revealing its soft belly, it is clearly longing, but it doesn’t want to loudly long for it, it just uses those amber eyes silently, with a little care looking at you...

"Know... know..." Wenzheng looked at Luo Jingyu in a daze, and before he could finish the word "what" after stumbling, his slender fingers lifted his chin, and the other person lowered his head slightly, softly The lips are covered.

Wen Zheng's pupils shrank violently, and he didn't know where to put his hands.

He slightly wanted to retreat, but the other hand clung up to him, holding the back of his head, preventing him from retreating.

Looking at the faint smile in the other person's black heart, Wen Zheng couldn't avoid it, her cold and white face was as gorgeous as a flower in full bloom in spring, Wen Zheng closed her eyes resignedly, and leaned on the other party When the hands on the shoulders tightened slightly.

Luo Jingyu opened the other's jaw, soft to touch soft, just like the March spring breeze blowing over the flower bone, the flowers bloom tremblingly, attracting butterflies to stop and pick them.

The head turned in a small arc, and the two hugged each other. In the morning in late autumn, it was as warm as an afternoon in spring.

The tips of Wen Zheng's ears were so red that they were about to bleed, Luo Jingyu was surprised by his unfamiliarity.

When Luo Jingyu finally let go of the opponent's lips, Wen Zheng's body was so weak that he could only rely on him.

With mist and water vapor in her eyes, Wenzheng's breathing was a little short, and she couldn't speak for a long time.

Luo Jingyu's fingers resting on the other's waist slightly retracted, and then said later: "It can't be the first kiss."

Wenzheng shook his head, he looked at Luo Jingyu, kissed, didn't they have many times?

At the mention of the first kiss, all the beauty on Wen Zheng's face disappeared in an instant.

He looked at Luo Jingyu, I know who you gave your first kiss to.

Perhaps, it should be said that it was your first tenderness, to whom was it given.