It looks more festive than the sketch in the Spring Festival Gala, Coke.

Finally, after Nan Song turned around again, Yu Jinwen couldn't hold himself any longer. He turned around and held on to the claw machine, feeling that he couldn't straighten his waist.

Nan Song stopped, but he didn't feel that he was turning smoothly. He just saw Yu Jinwen's shoulders trembling.

It's like having epilepsy.

She was so angry that she took off her slippers, raised her foot and kicked him on the back, "Are you laughing at me?"

"No." Yu Jinwen turned around with a serious look, but when he saw Nan Song, he remembered her dance just now and couldn't help but said, "Pfft..."

Nan Song was completely furious, "Yu Jinwen! You want to die, don't you?"

...

Ten minutes later, Yu Jinwen supported his waist and honestly carried the cut fruit plate from downstairs to upstairs, passing it over respectfully.

"Madam, please eat some fruit to relieve your anger."

Nan Song was half lying on the sofa watching a movie playing on the floor-to-ceiling screen. He was as cold as Lafayette, "Let's put it on."

"Why."

Yu Jinwen responded and sat down on the sofa. He tentatively moved towards her, placed her slender calves on his lap and massaged her. Nan Song gently raised his eyes and looked at her.

She glanced at him and said nothing. Yu Jinwen squeezed her leg gently and gently, and said with a flattering smile: "Aren't you angry?"

snort.

Nan Song turned away angrily.

Yu Jinwen smiled, stretched out his long arms, and pulled Nan Song into his arms. He held her down when Nan Song was furious, and then whispered in her ear, "I was wrong."

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Nan Song calmed down and did not pull away from him, but also did not respond. He lowered his eyes and looked slightly aggrieved, which made Yu Jinwen's heart ache.

He leaned against her ear and continued to apologize, "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I don't dare to do it anymore. Please spare me this time, my dear wife~"

Yu Jinwen's voice was already deep and melodious, but he deliberately lowered his momentum. His hot breath sprayed against Nan Song's ear sockets, making her feel numb.

My ears felt itchy, and the anger in my heart disappeared inexplicably.

She raised her eyes and glared at him, "Do you still dare to laugh at me?"

Yu Jinwen immediately shook his head, "I don't dare anymore."

"Do I look good dancing?"

"nice!"

Yu Jinwen said without hesitation, with an unusually sincere look, "My wife is the most beautiful dancer! No one in the world can compare with your dancing!"

Nan Song looked at him suspiciously, "Why do I think you are mocking me?"

"How could it be possible, the conscience of heaven and earth!"

Yu Jinwen pressed her hand on his chest to let her feel his sincerity, "I think it's very, very cute, really."

"Okay, I'm too lazy to argue with you."

Nan Song leaned on his shoulder and sighed lazily, "When you have a child, you must let him practice dancing from an early age. If he practices to death, he will definitely learn it."

"...Yes, right." Yu Jinwen suddenly felt a little sympathetic to their future baby.
Chapter completed!