Chapter 56

Ling Xiao cold low head, picked up chopsticks, picked up an egg roll on the mouth gently blowing.

Ji Qianchen imagined the consequences of the combination of Finance and food channels.

It seems that it is not impossible for a husband to talk about food with his wife, and for a wife to talk about financial affairs with her husband.

"Eat."

Ling Xiaohan brings the cold egg roll to her mouth.

"I'll do it myself." She reached for his chopsticks.

With so many servants watching, she was really embarrassed to ask President Tang tangling to feed her breakfast.

Ling Xiaohan raised his chopsticks to avoid her hands. "Open your mouth."

Cold eyes, black eyes, stared at her. Ji Qianchen had to disarm and surrender. He opened his mouth and took a bite.

The green onions in the omelet are fragrant and soft, and are intimate on the taste buds.

"Well, it's delicious." Ji Qianchen nodded and chewed slowly with his cheeks bulging.

Ling Xiaohan takes the half of the omelet she hasn't chewed and feeds it into his mouth, tasting it quietly.

Ji Qianchen looked at the noble and elegant appearance of his food, and his eyes widened in surprise, "did you eat what I ate?"

Once Ling Xiaohan never touched anything other people touched, let alone she bit it.

"Don't you dislike it?"

Ji Qianchen is busy asking, his eyes are clear.

Ling Xiaohan put down his chopsticks, took a sip of orange juice, and slowly replied to Ji Qianchen, "kiss is not to be abandoned, but to be abandoned?"

"It's like that." Ji Qianchen nodded.

"I'll help you pack up later."

"Packing, what?" Ji Qianchen asked as he ate breakfast.

"Honeymoon travel."

Honeymoon

She forgot that she would have a honeymoon after marriage.

"I was too busy and delayed. I took a week this time."

Ling Xiao explained to her coldly, and her eyes fell on Ji Qianchen's stunned face.

"Don't want to go?"

Seeing that she didn't answer for a long time, Ling Xiaohan reached out and pinched her cheek.

"Ah..." Ji Qianchen just returned to his mind and rubbed his pinched face. "I didn't say I didn't want to go, but it was too sudden. I didn't know what to prepare."

"You can take a person, but you're prepared. Better." Frivolous words burst from the opposite side.

Ji Qianchen's heart thumped.

What do you mean to be prepared?

Ling Xiaohan finished his breakfast, wiped his mouth with a napkin, stood up from his chair, picked up his coat, "wait for me at home, I will come back from the company before 6 p.m., and take off at night."

"Where to fly?"

"Paris."

Paris, the place she wanted to go.

In her freshman year, she was always babbling in his ear to find topics. Occasionally, she suddenly mentioned that she must go to Paris with her beloved person in the future to appreciate the beauty of the classical fashion capital.

Walk along the Seine River to enjoy the scenery along the way, go to the Louvre together, see the baffel tower together

When Ling Xiaohan went to work, I couldn't contain my inner excitement and called Cheng Cheng Cheng.

Cheng Cheng Cheng, who is in the room to catch up with the comics, growled with drooping eyelids, "dead girl, can you please don't disturb me when my inspiration is bursting?"

"Well, you haven't slept all night. It's nine o'clock in the morning, Miss Cheng."

Ji Qianchen grabs the mobile phone, roars back, and with a better decibel.

"You guessed it. I saw Li Fan yesterday. The little brother inside was so handsome. I watched all night by accident. My inspiration exploded this morning, you know? So say, you have fart to let go quickly, inspiration ran out, you have to be responsible. " The aggressive voice came from the other end of the phone.

Ji Qianchen rubbed his ears. "The inspiration is gone. You can't see it again and come back."

"Yes, but the editor is urging my manuscript. If I can't get it out, I will have to die. Next time, you can see from the news hot search list that your lovely big orange was chased up by the manga Department editor with a kitchen knife to the 68 story building, and then suddenly couldn't think of it, jumped down, at the age of 23. "

"Poof, isn't it a crime for me to call you now?" Ji Qianchen put his mobile phone on his ear, took off the tablet, and looked for the delicious and interesting places in Paris.

"Murder, to be exact." Cheng Cheng Cheng leaned back wearily and rubbed his sore neck.

"OK, let me collect the corpse. I'll put a chrysanthemum in your grave next year." Ji Qianchen laughed and joked.

"Fuck you, curse me. Come on, business."

Finally, the painting style was reversed. Ji Qianchen told Ling Xiaohan about taking her to Paris for her honeymoon."Whoa, to Paris, can you take me?" Cheng Cheng Cheng is so excited that his brushes are all gone.

"If you are not afraid of being killed by Lingxiao cold, you can make a light bulb." Ji Qianchen laughs and laughs. His thin fingers slide across the plate. The food and scenery on it attract Ji Qianchen's eyes.

"It's better to forget about it. Small life is more important."

"What should I bring with me for my honeymoon? The servants of luggage will prepare. Is it hot there? Should I wear sunscreen? "

"Please, it's the end of October now. It's getting cold. What kind of sunscreen should you bring? Something exciting and emotional." Cheng Cheng opened a shopping website in the same city and found a lot of good things.

Ji Qianchen hears Cheng Cheng Cheng's treacherous and evil laughter.

"Exciting - emotional things, such as..."

"Love - Fun nightdress, make clothes, etc. and so on to knock out the husband's series."

"I'll go to you, No." After hearing this, Ji Qianchen's scalp was numb and refused all over.

Usually she doesn't do anything. Ling Xiaohan can react. If she dresses like this, she can be crushed to death at night.

"I don't care if you want to. I've already bought and delivered goods. The city express will arrive in the afternoon. Ha ha, it's a gift for your honeymoon from my best friend. Remember to bring it. I'm sure you'll be able to bring a ball back after this trip. "

Cheng Cheng's magic laughter pierces Ji Qianchen's ears. Her ears are red with fruit.

It's absolutely a mistake to call Cheng orange.

Big mistake.

She has never been a serious person. Does she expect her to give some serious advice?

"Return it to me."

"The goods have come out of the counter, never return them."

Snap, Ji Qianchen hung up the phone.

Leave your cell phone far away.

Oranges are poisonous, cell phones are poisonous.

At three o'clock in the afternoon, Ji Qianchen took a nap.

Knock knock knock --

a knock on the door, even knock, disturb Ji Qianchen's dream.

In the dream, she even fought with Ling Xiaohan in a large field of lavender. When it was in full swing, the knock on the door broke her spring dream.