Chapter 55

"Hum..." Rob suddenly stood behind the servant and gave a light cough.

"Help from Lotte."

The servants all shrunk their heads back and swished away against the wall.

Rob went to the place where they had squatted, grabbed the door and looked in.

The people in it are tightly held together, and their lips and teeth are inseparable.

The whole villa is full of the sour smell of rapid hormone fermentation.

Looking at the young master's happiness, he is particularly happy as an assistant.

After a warm place on the sofa, Ling Xiaohan picked up Ji Qianchen.

Holding her very cocky buttocks, Ji Qianchen's two legs were sandwiched between his waist, and his slender hands were clasped around his neck, responding to Ling Xiaohan's kisses wantonly.

Holding this position, Ling Xiaohan carries the little woman in his arms up the stairs.

The bedroom slammed shut.

Ling Xiaohan put her gently on the bed and looked at Ji Qianchen affectionately.

The kissed red lips are like frozen jelly. They are crystal clear and lustrous, with some swelling and more charming breath.

"Little girl, I'm not pregnant yet. I have to work hard tonight." Ling Xiao's cold thin lips are slightly hooked, and his hands are neatly pulled off Ji Qianchen's clothes and skirts.

The coolness of autumn came, wrapped in her white, tender and smooth skin.

Ji Qianchen reaches out his hand and caresses Ling Xiao's cold angular face. "Why are you so close to a child?"

"Because I'm going to hold you up, all my life."

Ling Xiaohan takes Ji Qianchen's hand, moves her hand to his belt and unlocks the lock.

After a long and gentle grind, the clothes that had been shed were all over the place.

This night, is destined to be the inevitable resistance to death - Mian.

The next day, Ji Qianchen woke up very early.

Because they didn't have dinner at all last night, she was awakened by living hunger.

Fed the wolf, but starved her half to death.

The people on the side of the body gathered their eyelashes and slept peacefully. A carved jade like face remained motionless, and the corners of the lips were slightly cocked up, even laughing in the deep sleep.

It can be seen how good he ate last night.

Get out of bed with a weak body, put on clothes and go out for food.

In the kitchen, mother Zhang is still preparing breakfast.

Seeing her so early, I was shocked: "little madam, are you hungry? I'm sorry, but I haven't finished breakfast yet. "

"It's OK. I can wait."

Ji Qianchen leaned there obediently and watched Zhang Ma busy.

"Haole, young lady, I'll try my best to hurry up, but I can't starve our young lady, or the young master will let me leave." Mother Zhang read in pieces, and her movements were gradually accelerated.

"Zhang Ma, how could you say it is so exaggerated, but what does Ling Xiaohan like for breakfast?"

After four years, she didn't know whether his taste had changed?

"Young master likes to eat from childhood..."

Before Zhang Ma could speak out, Ji Qianchen made a quick answer and said the answer first: "oatmeal porridge."

When Zhang Ma heard the answer, she was stunned, and then recovered her gentle smile. "Well, this is what most young masters like to eat from childhood, but since four years ago, he has been particularly fond of omelets, so I have to do some every morning."

Omelet?

Four years ago?

Ji Qianchen's memory of the omelet flashed in his mind.

Before that, she tried her best to catch up with Ling Xiaohan, but she couldn't find a chance to start. No one knew what he liked. So every day when she sent him breakfast, she would choose to send her favorite omelet to Ling Xiaohan. She likes to share her delicious food with him.

But every time he didn't appreciate it, he just threw the omelet into the garbage can and never ate it.

Later, in a chance chance, she finally learned that his favorite breakfast was oatmeal, but she had not yet learned how to make oatmeal, so he and her college age were completely separated, and then disintegrated.

"What are you doing in this kitchen?"

Ling Xiao's lazy voice came from behind.

"Good morning, young master. I just discussed your favorite breakfast with young lady."

Zhang Ma sold her out with a smile.

"Mom Zhang, hurry up. I'm starving. I'll wait for you first." Ji Qianchen covers his hungry and shriveled stomach and turns around to slip away.

Ling Xiaohan clasped her neck with one hand, pulled her thin body into her generous arms, and looked at her intently. "Ready to take care of my husband's hard work last night?"

"Shit, I'm hungry. By the way, what do you like to eat?"

"Hard spoken, but what do I like to eat? You don't know? " Ling Xiaohan chuckled and pinched her stubborn chin.

He vaguely remembered that four years ago, the little girl chased after him everyday and asked him what he liked to eat?Later, the whole school knew that Ji Qianchen of the Academy of fine arts didn't have classes all day.

The biggest task is to chase Ling Xiaohan's back and ask him what breakfast he likes, what Chinese food he likes, what dinner he likes and what kind of people he likes

"Time is a little long. I have a bad memory. I seem to have forgotten it." Ji Qianchen dodges a pair of water eyes. He looks up and down from left to right, but doesn't look into Ling Xiaohan's dark and sharp eagle eyes.

Zhang Ma just came out of the kitchen with breakfast and happily talked to Ji Qianchen, "young lady, just now you said that young master's favorite is oatmeal porridge from childhood?"

What Zhang Ma said was like an invisible hand slapping her face several times.

What a pain it is!

Ling Xiao's thin lips, cold and crimson, raised a wanton arc, bent over Ji Qianchen's chin, and said, "does your face hurt?"

"What does it hurt? Good. " Ji Qianchen calmly turned his face and went to the table to sit down.

Ling Xiaohan is in a good mood. He then follows up and sits down opposite her.

Watching her pick up chopsticks, pick up an egg roll and send it to her mouth.

"Oh, it's very hot."

The omelet just out of the pot is directly put into the mouth, can it not be hot? This fool.

Ling Xiaohan hurriedly gathers up and kicks the garbage can to her side: "vomit."

Spit out the omelet.

A glass of water had already been handed to her lips. "It really hasn't changed at all."

Ji Qianchen opened his mouth and took a drink. His numb tongue was a little better. He glared at Ling Xiaohan and said, "when you haven't burned it?"

"No. After all, intelligence is not a channel. " Ling Xiaohan said without hesitation, the words are all determined.

Ji Qianchen's appetite was rejected by him.

What is IQ? It's not a channel. Make it clear that she's stupid.

"Yes, President Ling is from the financial and financial channel. I'm from the food shopping channel. We can be on the same channel."

Ji Qianchen follows his words and continues to use metaphors. The witty pink lips chatter in front of him, arousing his appetite.

"But it's not impossible to get the two channels together. Just call the TV station."