Lin Ruoxi white his eyes, „you think that I do take to rip the paper to paper a wall?”
„Hey”, Yang Chen smiled, „felt relieved that I later can be an able father, for wife and child grinding coffee bean.”
Lin Ruoxi complexion slightly red, although there is such one to hope Yang Chen thoughts diligently in inside, but acknowledged that is actually not willing, „who to want you to rub, when do I comply to have a child to you?”
Yang Chen asked back mischievously: „I had saying that the wife was you, the child was your fresh? Perhaps passed the time period you not to want me, did I change the wife? Thought?”
„You called you to speak irresponsibly! Was careful that I sprinkle you!” Lin Ruoxi stared Yang Chen one panting in indignation, takes up the hot mocha on table, stands up, strikes an attitude to want toward Yang Chen on to sprinkle!
Although Yang Chen knows that threatens itself, but will grasp own chest to shrink shrinking in the future, „ignition do not sprinkle my clothes! The calamity is inferior to the clothes!”