Chapter 39

Just as Ji Qianchen was about to see through, a broad hand came out from behind, grabbed her arm, and gently pulled her into a huge embrace.

Familiar taste, familiar feeling, there is a sense of inexplicable warmth.

It's Ling Xiaohan!

The breeze picked up her seaweed like curls, her eyes staring at Ling Xiaohan's face, lost her mind.

"Curly hair is beautiful."

This is lingxiaohan's most touching love words so far. In fact, he never speaks love words.

Ji Qianchen was stunned for a second, and was provoked by his frank and explicit praise.

No, Ji Qianchen, you need to calm down. I haven't seen any big waves before, but I was teased by my husband, so I'll go back.

"It's mainly because I can control my face and hair style. Of course, it's also the credit of your black card. You enter the most high-end shop and use the most expensive potion to get this effect."

Finish saying, she still did not forget to lift this soft and elegant curl.

The fragrance of hair penetrated into his nostrils, with the smell of bewitchment.

Ling Xiaohan hugged her more tightly. He likes every minute and second now.

Because she was in her arms, everything was OK.

Ji Qianchen was a little breathless. "What, you've got me."

"Then what? Give you another chance to correct your words. " Ling Xiaohan let her go a little, but his face became serious and gloomy.

Long good-looking fingers held Ji Qianchen 's chin.

She seemed to be on trial for the crime of saying the wrong thing.

"Ling Xiaohan."

Ji Qianchen blurted out.

This is the most correct answer she thinks.

"Well?"

The voice and color are more severe. The eyes are burning with flame.

It's over.

She can't say that word.

She's not the heartless Ji Qianchen she used to be. She's really counselling now.

Go anywhere.

"Look, ash machine!"

Ji Qianchen pointed to the sky.

Ling Xiaohan did not move. Her eyes were as sharp as nails on her. They could not be moved for a moment.

His hands were like strong chains that held her in his arms, unable to fight or move.

The ash machine, the tanks are useless.

He was so determined that she called it out.

"Last chance."

"Old Public. " Isn't it just a husband? Who can't.

Lao Gong, a Pinyin Chinese character that I learned in primary school.

Yes, it's that simple.

Listen to her voice with a strange voice called husband, his whole body bristles up.

Reaching out and pinching it on her slender waist, she said, "I'm not good."

"You..."

Let her call her husband she also called, ask her where not obedient.

The baby is really aggrieved.

"Not to go shopping? How did you get here? "

Ling Xiaohan raised his thin lips and asked.

"It's not me. It's the orange who brought me. It's from an Academy of fine arts with me, my best friend. " Ji Qianchen answers casually.

"Do these models look good?"

"Well, it's all very good. You Ling's entertainment has a good eye for selecting people." Ji Qianchen continues his words honestly.

She was afraid that a dishonest man would be swallowed by the tiger.

"What looks good?"

"Nice body and face."

"Nice to have your husband?" Ling Xiao's cold eyes stared at her.

That look, put clearly, if she does not give a satisfactory answer, the consequences are very serious.

"How can I? My husband is the best in the world. Otherwise, why should I marry?" Ji Qianchen's witty eyebrow picking is clear.

Hearing the answer, Ling Xiaohan seemed very satisfied. He raised her chin and pecked her on the lip: "well, to reward you, I'll go home at night and show you enough."