Chapter 21

"I have eyes. Hold them for me." Ling Xiaohan really wants to reach out and take a good look at the portraits she gave him.

But the problem is that the author holding the portrait in his arms is really unable to move.

"Yes." Rob nodded, grabbed the bag Ji Qianchen left on the table, and went to the front desk to check out.

On the way back to Ling's house.

Ling Xiaohan is in a good mood!

The kitten sleeping in his arms became extremely attractive. It was hard to see that she was drunk.

"Ling Xiaohan You bastard. "

Turn over and mumble.

Holding her, Ling Xiaohan looks confused!

What did he do?

Why are you a jerk again?

Don't do anything. I'm sorry for her.

Hold her sharp little bus and peck at her mouth.

There was also a smell of alcohol on his lips, which made him unable to stop.

The air in the car once burned to boiling point.

Rob in the driver's seat is driving with all his heart, for fear of a little fluctuation, which may disturb the young master in the back seat who is busy stealing fishy things.

Back to Ling's house.

Ling Xiaohan goes upstairs with Ji Qianchen in his arms.

Put it on the bed.

Ji Qianchen's two restless little hands quickly caught his neck,

"don't leave me! Ling Xiaohan! "

Hearing this, Lingxiao's cold mouth slightly raised a fleeting arc.

He sat on the edge of the bed, letting her hold her tightly, keeping a posture still.

Silly woman!

I won't leave you again.

Best of all, so are you!

Slender fingers, short and neat manicure, gently caress her delicate eyebrows and eyes.

The eyes are full of doting.

Ji Qianchen sleeps very uneasily, mumbles a sentence, looses his arm around him, and turns his body.

She was tucked under the covers, huddled together.

Tap tap -

"come in."

Ling Xiaohan stands up and walks to the door.

Rob handed Ji Qianchen's bag and the picture book to Ling Xiaohan.

"Young master, the things of young lady."

"Well." Ling Xiaohan takes those things and slams the door.

Sitting back at the edge of the bed, he held the picture book and couldn't help looking.

The next morning.

Ji Qianchen caresses his head and turns over.

Look down.

It's surrounded by her wedding room with Ling Xiaohan. She's still wearing a suspender skirt.

She clearly remembered that she seemed to be drunk yesterday.

Isn't it Ling Xiaohan who brought her back and helped her take a bath and change her nightdress?

Oh, MAIGA!

The treatment is unimaginable.

Click!

The door opened.

Ling Xiaohan came in wearing a white household clothes. His hair seemed to have been washed and drooped, and his hands were kicking lazily in his trouser pocket.

Behind him was a servant with a glass of milk.

"Up?" Ling Xiaohan comes to her and beckons the servant to bring her the milk.

"Drink it."

Ji Qianchen picked up the superheated milk with a little guilty.

While drinking, a pair of eyes purr purr look around, avoid and Ling Xiao cold eyes.

Wandering around, she suddenly saw that the picture she drew yesterday was mounted and hung on the wall.

Damn, I forgot to tear it off.

This guy didn't think she was in love with him, so he drew his picture.

Notice that she is looking at the picture on the wall in front of her with a pair of hot eyes.

He went over to the bottom of the painting and enjoyed the perfect work of art.

"Painting technology has improved."

Ji Qianchen knew that he was satirizing her.

All the paintings she painted for him before will be commented by him as the most tragic impression painting in history.

Ji Qianchen's sharp mouth and teeth connect back: "are you really good at hanging yourself on the wall?"

Ling Xiaohan followed her tone and thought for a moment.

Black and white portrait!

Hang on the wall!

Last photos

This woman really has the ability to make him laugh and cry.