Queen, Forced Marriage (GL) - Chapter 92 season finale

Lin Zikui's consciousness that she was still asleep in the morning was in a fuzzy state, and the ordinary morning always made her feel that something was wrong. Suddenly, she lifted the quilt and sat up, awakening Fang Yiai who was sleeping beside her. Without paying too much attention to the feelings of the beauty, he grabbed the alarm clock on the bedside, and opened his eyes to look carefully: "Oh my God, it's 9 o'clock, Jin Mo is late for school!"

"Husband~" Feeling helpless, Her Majesty sat up lazily and put her head on Writer Lin's back, putting her head on her lover's shoulder, "It's Saturday today."

"Ah? Oh! Then I'll get her up for breakfast." After a sudden realization, Lin Zikui shook her head and calmed down. After not having the panic, she got out of bed and went out again. After rushing back, there was a lot of movement, and she pulled Her Majesty who had just lay down forcibly, and said in a panic again: "Wife, wife, Jin Mo is gone!"

"You know your daughter and daughter, don't care about me at all."

"Oh to tell you the truth, I searched all the time but couldn't find it." Seeing Fang Yiai's indifferent appearance, Lin Zikui eagerly grabbed his lover's shoulders and kept shaking, making the whole person extremely nervous.

But Her Majesty, she put her arms around Writer Lin’s neck, and put her arms in her arms for a while before she said: “My parents haven’t seen Momo for several days. They came to pick her up early in the morning. See how nervous you are."

"Oh—" he took a long breath and patted her chest, why didn't she say so early that she was shocked early in the morning.

I was a little bit sad about the beauty in my arms, but it didn't affect this beautiful morning. I wanted to put Her Majesty down and lie down, but I didn't see my lover let go. He still hung tightly around my neck. How many days ago was this intimacy last time?

"What? Acting like a baby?"

"You are not allowed to go anywhere in the past two days, stay with me and make your way through the two-person world!" The arms around Lin Zikui increased a little more, and his stubborn appearance seemed to warn writer Lin that if he didn't agree, he would give it. Good fruit often!

"Okay! If you want me to accompany you, I will accompany you!"

I especially like Fang Yiai's sometimes unrestrained dominance at that time. Lin Zikui is always responsive at this time, feeling that his world is filled with this domineering little woman!

After getting the answer from Writer Lin to his satisfaction, Fang Yiai let go, but then ordered: "Go, cook, I'm going to eat preserved egg and lean meat porridge this morning."

"Yes, the slave is going here, let the slave kiss first." After speaking, he pouted his mouth exaggeratedly, squinted his eyes, and made a gesture to kiss Fangze.

Fortunately, Fang Yiai was also very cooperative, hooked her mouth, raised her head slightly, and put her red lips together for Jun to taste.

It was good to have breakfast, but the result was either writer Lin's restlessness or Fang Yi's reluctance, and the drowsy time was approaching noon, but the two people who were in bed didn't seem to care that they were still empty...

After the wonderful love, Lin Zikui hadn't eaten breakfast, and now she was a little exhausted, lying on her lover without moving half a minute.

Fang Yiai stroked her husband's hair with a happy face, and no one spoke, enjoying the warmth alone. Even though he was hungry, no one could bear to leave each other, and fell asleep again in a daze. When he woke up again, it was already close to night, but Lin Zikui alone was nowhere to be seen.

"Zikui, husband...Zikui..." She straightened up and shouted several times without responding. Her Majesty guessed that people might be cooking dinner in the kitchen downstairs. She took the nightgown on the head of the bed and put it on her body elegantly. Go out the door and go downstairs.

"Seed sunflower, seed sunflower?"

Standing on the stairs, he probed slightly downstairs, but he still disappeared. This is strange. Where can people go at night, speed up their pace and reach the first floor. After looking for a circle, the result is still the same. When they just turned around, they unexpectedly found a black exquisite gift box on the dining table.

Curiously stepped forward, raised his hand to caress the surface of the gift box, opened it and couldn’t help but feel a little surprised. This is a dress, a black dress with slits on the back to the waist, carefully held it up, unfolded, yes this is and She had exactly the same style eight years ago.

Holding the dress to her chest, there was an unstoppable smile on her face. Fang Yiai thought that Lin Zikui had forgotten that today was their eighth anniversary together, but she did not expect to give her such a big surprise. Can't help but think proudly, it really turned out that her husband is the most romantic.

After regaining her senses, she hurried back to the room, put on her dress, painted the most exquisite makeup, and ran to the cloakroom to find the pair of high heels from eight years ago. Everything from that night was preserved. This pair Shoes are also worthy of collection for her.

After turning in the mirror two times, he hurriedly called the bodyguard to prepare the car. The writer of Lin University gave such a big clue, and Her Majesty naturally knew the location.

As if going back to eight years ago, in the lobby of Fangting Hotel, Fang Yiai wore this dress like a fairy in the world. She carried her skirt into the elevator and pressed the floor button, but she was unexpectedly like a little girl in her heart. Like, there is a trace of tension.

It was the same floor eight years ago, walking lightly, with excitement, looking at the two waiters in suits and vests at the door, because she came and bent over slightly, pushing the door open for her one left and the other. , Everything that came into view made her start to be in a trance again. She raised her feet in disbelief, with curiosity and touch in her eyes. Everything was exactly the same as eight years ago, the same hall decoration, the same wine glasses, the same Music, and the same graceful and gorgeous dance.

Fang Yiai couldn’t tell whether she was dreaming or fantasizing. After her reaction came back to her senses, she immediately looked for Writer Lin among the dancing and spinning crowd, but she inadvertently saw that romantic guy. The man was holding a small cake on the balcony with a fork, eating happily.

Similarly, that balcony was where she started with Lin Zikui eight years ago. She smiled, straightened her long hair hanging on her chest, and twitched the corner of her seductive mouth close to someone she didn't know.

"It's getting colder, don't you be afraid that your wife will be cold if you send so many dresses?"

"Hehehehe..." Her Majesty's familiar voice came from behind, Lin Zikui turned her head and smiled calmly, took out the spoon in her mouth, and handed the cake in her hand to Fang Yi'ai. A raised eyebrow motioned for the beauty to hold it. That cute and domineering action looked like eight years ago.

Looking at my husband amusedly, I don’t know what moth this person is going to make, but he didn’t say much, he cooperated to take things up. If I want to come to Lin Zikui, I should take off my suit like eight years ago. Her shoulders.

Unexpectedly, when writer Lin was free, he pulled her into his arms and touched the spring light on the back with both hands. He smirked and said to the beauty in his arms, "Isn't this much better?"

Fang Yiai, who was unexpectedly surprised, felt the signs of this person's claws sliding up and down, and in anxiousness had to bend her knees, gently press Lin Zikui's thighs, and said angrily:" I'm not serious all my life, and I don't know who I learned from."

"I have been self-taught since I met you!"

"you!"

The beauty is anxious, and she can't say anything for a while. Lin Zikui is even more proud, and continues to provocatively said: "Isn't I sighing about your figure? Eight years have passed, and the children have been born, not at all. Fat, I deliberately asked to make it the size of your dress eight years ago, and I am worried that you will not be able to wear it!"

While talking, she moved her hand to the beauty's tight buttocks and squeezed it.

"Ah! Lin Zikui, you are going to die, so many people, you..."

"I have prepared so much for you, aren't you satisfied? It's hard to touch me in order to restore you to our first encounter eight years ago!"

The grievances of words, coupled with the little grievances that make the beauties so distressed, caused Her Majesty to raise her head quickly and touch Writer Lin’s face to express the touch in her heart: "Okay, good husband , Don’t be angry anymore, my wife feeds you cake, come..."

Just act, pick up a fork and fork a small piece to Writer Lin’s mouth, but unexpectedly, the guy came out very ugly: "I still want to eat meat, not as good as us...we...wife, you say The last time we drove! When did the shock happen?"

"Lin Zikui, you really are going to die!"

"Plap!" He couldn't care about the dignity and elegance in his bones, and completely left behind the posture that he had held for nearly thirty years, and directly slapped the cake in his hand on Lin Zikui's face, with a small face. It must be red, does this person have to say such embarrassing things in a place with so many people?

"Fang, Yi, Love..." gritted her teeth, and squeezed three words from her chest that made her crazy, her eyes were burning, as if she wanted to swallow the beauty, she had to take this woman tonight It's done.

"What?! Hmph, I'm going to pick up the child from my mother, I won't tell you!" The queen is the queen, and she is so arrogant when she has done bad things. In fact, only Fang Yiai knows that it is hard to ride a tiger now. Think about it carefully. Writer Lin worked so hard to prepare for the eighth anniversary, but she didn’t know how to pat someone’s head cake. From the temperament of Lin Zikui’s wolf in sheep’s clothing, she didn’t swallow her alive. That's strange.

When she turned around, she trembled with fear. Is it going to be her Good Friday tonight?

Run quickly before Lin Zikui launches an attack on her! Stepping on eight-centimeter high heels, he ran out, praying that Lin Zikui would never clean her.

Waiting for the elevator door to slowly open in the eyes of my expectation, and when I was about to exhale in relief, unexpectedly Lin Zikui appeared quietly behind her, and she hugged Fang Yiai tightly without saying a word. In his arms, hug the elevator directly.

"Husband, why are you...no... my wife will help you wipe the cake on your face, okay..." After saying that, I immediately lowered my head and looked for the tissue in my handbag. Wipe it down carefully... until the face was quickly wiped and Lin Zikui glanced at her, and the unknown premonition in her heart was even worse, "Husband~Shall we go to pick up Momo together?"

Before I finished speaking, the elevator door was generously opened for the two to reach the parking lot on the first floor. Lin Zikui didn't care about the beauty's favor and struggle, and directly carried Fang Yiai into his car and rudely took the beauty. Pressing on the back seat, the door closed, she pressed Fang Yiai under her body, squinted and said weirdly: "Come on, my husband, I haven't used family law to serve you for a long time, see you ride tonight. On my head."

"Ah! No! Ah! Husband, husband, I was wrong, ah..."

"Don't you usually take the initiative? See you are not cute at all tonight, come, my husband will help you undress..."

"En...Ah, don't touch that, ah!" It's useless to say more, Lin Zikui understands this idiom very well, don't talk nonsense, lift up the beauty's skirt and wrap her slender legs around her neck ...Began a shy...

The author has something to say: This article is now over.

But given that some readers are curious about the story of Her Majesty the Queen chasing Lin Da, the author has been considering whether to write a prequel.

So I decided to continue writing the prequel into a side story, which is a bit long!