You Were My Only One

Scarlet Song looked in the direction of the living room, her small face wrinkled more than bitter gourd. After yesterday's car sex and this morning's pregnancy, the name—Younan Tang was like wisdom teeth on the gums, which would be painful if they were pulled out, and she had to bite herself from time to time if they were not, which made her torturous.

Harry Shen put his hands in his trouser pockets. He looked at her calmly. No one would have such an expression when she returned to her own home. She was anxious and painful, eager to get closer but tried to pretend to be indifferent. She was quite interesting.

She clenched her fists and then pushed the door with courage and walked in. The living room was full of joy. Younan Tang and Zijin Song were sitting side by side. They were separated by a certain distance, and there was nothing strange. If she had not known their scandals, maybe she would been blinded by this appearance.

As soon as her figure appeared in the living room, the laughter in the room stopped. Mrs. Song saw Scarlet and then she turned disapproving immediately. Her deep hatred for Scarlet appeared on her well-maintained face, she cursed: "You wicked girl..."

imperceptibly and tilted

she walked: "Harry, when did you arrive? Why didn’t you make

to come. When Mrs. Song stood up, she also stood up and stood far away from Younan as she managed to avert suspicion. No matter how arrogant she was in front of Scarlet, she did

Scarlet have already told Harry about her pregnancy? No matter how bodacious Zijin was, she was scared out of sweat at

much, she walked to Harry and stretched out her hand to pull him over and sit down. He moved before her hand touched him, and then her hand

the sofa. He said in a calm tone: "I passed by here just now. I remembered that I hadn't seen you for a long time, so

hand and smiled just like a flower appearing on her face. She groaned: "Don’t say this. We are eager for you to come every day. And if you come here in the future, call ahead. I can tell the chef prepare something

Mrs. Song. She had long been accustomed to it. Hearing Harry’s words, she looked at him

her, which seemed to threaten and warn