Chapter 887

Ling still has his hands around Yi Jin's neck, looking at the face that is very close and familiar.

This is... A Jin, who can depend on each other with her...

"a Jin, do you know? I'm so happy today... "She murmured.

His brow was wrinkled. "Happy?"

"Well... It's very happy... It's like watching the people on the stage and jumping with the people on the stage, you can really forget a lot of troubles..."

she continues to mumble, but what are the troubles she wants to forget? For a moment, she couldn't remember.

However, it makes her feel at ease, as if she has a long lost peace of mind.

"Ripple... Said that the five people singing and dancing on the stage today are very red recently..."

"ripple likes the one with white hair most, but... Er... I prefer the one with black hair... I think the Oriental man, or the one with black hair is the best to see."

"I... I want to rob their clothes today, and they will throw them off the stage one by one..."

"ripple said... If I really like the vest she grabbed, she will give it to me..."

Ling still talked about it, but Gao Congming could feel that the air pressure in the car was getting lower and lower. He was just in his heart Roaring, I hope Ling can still say a few words less.

If we continue to talk about it, God knows if ye Yi will get angry.

"Is it? It turns out you like the black haired one. " Yi Jin left the cold voice, sounded in the car.

Gao Congming silently sympathizes with the dark haired one in the band.

"Well." Ling still said, and nodded his head.

The atmosphere inside the car seemed to be tense to the extreme.

Just next moment, her next words, but let Gao Congming greatly relieved.

"But... My favorite is our family a Jin." Ling is still mumbling.

Yi Jin's eyes light, suddenly become soft, our family's a Jin... It seems that a long time ago, she used to like to use such a title.

It's like she and he are family.

And her hands began to move from his neck to his hair, fingers scratched his hair, "ah Jin's black hair, the most... The most beautiful..."

he let her fingers fiddle with his hair, just put her in his arms for a few minutes.

This long lost intimacy makes him feel like a treasure at this moment.

If only when she is drunk can she face him with such intimacy again, then he would like her to be drunk all the time.

The car drove to the gate of the residential area where Ling still rented the house. Yi Jin got out of the car with Ling still in her arms, entered the rental room, and ordered Gao Congming to "wait outside."

"Yes." Gao Congming is standing at the door of the rental house.

Yi Jin is still walking to the bedside holding Ling in her arms and letting her sit on the bed, while he crouches down and carefully takes off her shoes.

His movements were so gentle, as if he was afraid that he would hurt her if he tried harder.

Ling still looked at Yi Jin, who was half short in front of her, and suddenly stretched out his hand and touched his head. "Ah Jin, you are so lovely."

His body slightly shakes, his jaw slightly tilts, his eyes fixed on her, "would you like me if I were good?"