The Young Master's Bride

He was certain that ye qingge wanted to see it and would not leave.

Just as li beixiao had thought, ye qingge immediately stopped talking and followed him quietly when she heard that it was a photo of Mumu when she was young.

Li beixiao brought ye qingge to the bedroom and asked her to sit on the bed. He went to the cabinet and took out a photo album.

Ye qingge couldn’t wait to take it, with a faint smile on her lips.

Her eyes were filled with a little light of hope.

Li beixiao turned around and walked out. Ye qingge ignored him.

Opening the photo album, the first picture he saw was when Mumu had just come out. Her small face was pink and tender, and to be honest, she was a little ugly.

Then, there was Mumu’s photo of her one-month-old baby. She looked so cool when she was small.

Seeing the photo of Mumu when she was two years old, ye qingge felt that she looked very similar to li beixiao.

She had seen photos of Li Bei when he was younger, and they were very similar to photos of her and Tang Tang when she was young.

In fact, Mumu and Li beixiao were very similar in that they did not like to take photos.

The rest of the photos were taken secretly. Ye qingge thought of li beixiao secretly taking photos of Mumu.

She couldn’t help but smile. She felt that li beixiao would be very awkward doing such a thing.

There were not many photos. Ye qingge looked at them once and then looked at them again from the beginning.

Then, he took out his phone and took a picture of them all.

He was so serious that she did not even notice when li beixiao walked in.

When her eyes were covered by black silk, ye qingge’s phone fell on the floor.

“Little uncle?” Sensing the familiar smell of tobacco, ye qingge reached out and fumbled around.

She didn’t like this feeling. It reminded her of that night five years ago ...

It was the same feeling of silk, but she couldn’t see anything. This feeling made her panic.

Li beixiao pressed ye qingge down on the bed, as if they had returned to that night five years ago.

The girl was helpless but pretended to be calm. It was her, the girl with the black silk ...

It had been five years, and he had finally met her again. No one would believe this kind of fate, but he was extremely grateful to God.

“Li beixiao, you ...” Before ye qingge could finish her words, her lips were kissed lovingly.

Under the black silk, ye qingge was dumbfounded and did not know what to do. The masculine breath filled her mouth. It was a familiar taste, but it reminded her of her first kiss that was taken away five years ago.

Li beixiao’s strong palm clasped the back of ye qingge’s head and pulled her towards him. His red tongue was deep, strong, and fierce, not giving her any chance to breathe.

The kiss was mixed with the faint smell of tobacco, wild and overbearing.

Ye qingge’s head exploded, and everything that she had tried to forget seemed to rush into her mind in an instant.

His heart felt like it was about to jump out of his chest, and a voice in his heart was shouting, ” impossible ...

Just as ye qingge was distracted, li beixiao bit her delicate lips hard.

it’s my first time. I’ll see blood no matter what. I’ll save my energy ...

Li beixiao still remembered this sentence. Five years ago, he had said it to the girl under him. At this moment, tasting her sweet blood, it was as if he had returned to that night.

This was the first time that a girl had made him unable to control himself and want to have her ...

He didn’t expect that the girl was his ye qingge. What a wonderful fate.

Ye qingge’s hand that was holding li beixiao’s shirt tightened.

These words were too familiar. She clearly remembered that the man’s voice was very good, and Li beixiao’s voice was also good, but she had never felt that their voices were the same ...