Chapter 60

Ling Xiao's lips twitched, admiring the woman's glib tongue.

"Well, you can be a lion, too."

"What?" Jiqianchen didn't react at the moment.

"Lion roars in the east of the river."

Shit, he said she was a lioness and a shrew.

Ji Qianchen bit his teeth and jumped down from him. "Ling Xiaohan, you are going to heaven."

"Just want to be with you."

"..."

Ji Qianchen is speechless.

The 300th battle between husband and wife: Ling Xiaohan, win.

"Well, stop teasing. She's just a little girl I met by chance in a foreign country. She can't pose a threat to you."

"It's the same. You shouldn't be able to see the figure if you don't see it." Ji Qianchen takes back his pen and continues to draw with the picture book.

It looks deep and good-looking.

Ling Xiaohan came to her ear, the warm breath wrapped around her earlobe, "well, you are better than her."

"You..." Ji Qianchen lost his pen and turned to discuss the issue of body with him.

Who knows that the pink lips just rub together with his thin lips, impartial and tight.

Her hands are stiff and nowhere to put.

He reached out and held her hand over his head. He hooked her waist and fell on the bed.

The hot kiss moves from lip to eyebrow, cheek, earlobe, neck, all the way down.

She is like a delicious food that will never be enough. It's delicious.

He is like a wolf who can never feed, hungry and never tired.

The delicate kiss fell into every corner of her fair skin, causing a gentle shiver.

The room is full of different breath between husband and wife.

The noon sun, like the sublimation agent of emotion, shines on the two bodies on the bed.

Knock knock knock --

an urgent knock on the door interrupted the two men's elegant interest.

Ling Xiaohan doesn't want to take any notice.

Is there anything in the world more important than being warm with him and his wife?

Bow down and continue to tune - love.

The knocking sounds like an endless magic spell.

Ji Qianchen turned over from the bed and sat up: "you'd better open the door. In case you get halfway done, someone will kick the door in..."

"No one has the guts."

Ling Xiaohan put on his clothes, got up impatiently and pulled up the quilt to cover Ji Qianchen's body under his neck. Then he went out to open the door.

After unscrewing the door, muying stood at the door with a bottle of champagne in her hand. "Uncle, in order to welcome you to Paris, I have prepared champagne for you, and lunch is ready. Shall we go downstairs?"

Sweet Nuo Nuo's voice pierced into Ling Xiao's cold ear, and there was an indescribable restlessness.

What to eat?

You've disturbed all the good things.

"You go down first. I have something else to do."

Ling Xiaohan has been very polite to her, and his anger is suppressed in his throat, which is very hot.

Muying stood on tiptoe and looked inside: "are you working with aunt? It doesn't matter. I'll wait at the door for you to finish before we go downstairs for dinner. "

Ji Qianchen, huddled in the quilt, is manic.

Has aunt become an aunt again?

Waiting at the door for them to finish?

Children, your heart is so wide.

Ling Xiao's face was sinister and his hands were on both sides of the door. He looked down at the little girl and said, "it's not suitable for you to roll as far as you can."

Finish saying, Ling Xiao cold touched a close the door.

Bang Bang --

now it's a knock on the door.

"Uncle, am I an adult? There's nothing wrong with you. Hurry up and let's celebrate when you're done. "

Ji Qianchen, who was lying in bed, got up from the bed without even wearing his clothes.

"Where did this come from?"

"I picked it up by the side of the road. Where are you going? It's not finished yet? " A president is obsessed with doing half the work.

Ji Qianchen neatly put on her skirt, arranged her hair in front of the dressing mirror, "to renovate the wonderful flower picked up by the roadside."

Ji Qianchen opened the door, Mu Ying stood at the door with a smile.

"Auntie, do you celebrate?"

Muying shakes the champagne in her hand.

"Let's go."

Ji Qianchen leads the way.

Muying shouts at lingxiaohan in the room: "uncle, come out and celebrate together."

The luxurious long dining table is full of delicacies, all of which are characteristic of Paris.

Ji Qianchen and Ling Xiaohan, muying sit down.

Take up the champagne and go first.

"Aunt, how did you marry uncle? Is it because I'm older? " Muying put down his glass, then he kept on asking about the story of Ji Qianchen and Ling Xiaohan."Not only that, but your chest is bigger than yours."

Ji Qianchen did not hide, carrying guns directly.

"Is that why? Then I'll spend some money on one, uncle. What size do you like? " Mu Ying's letter is simple. She asks Ling Xiaohan directly.

“……” What's his answer?

"He likes my size." Ji Qianchen picked up a piece of meat and ate it slowly.

According to her 300 years of professional experience in killing bitches, it's a piece of cake to deal with Mu Ying.

"What's your number, Auntie? Tell me." Mu Ying pulls Ji Qianchen's arm, whines and asks, and the little eyes keep staring at Ji Qianchen's heart.

"Tell you what?"

"I want to be a pretty woman, too."

"I tell you, little friend, long's easy to break, but also easy to fester, inflame and even get breast cancer. I suggest you go back to the furnace and rebuild it more reliably." Ji Qianchen stared at her little steamed bun and smiled to remind her.

"Cough..." Ling Xiaohan, who bowed his head and ate quietly, was amazed by the power of her own woman's tongue.

"It's so terrible. It's over. But auntie, I'm a little younger than you. When you're old and yellow, I'm beautiful and beautiful. Maybe uncle will be able to see me. " Mu Ying's melancholy looks are all over in an instant, which turns into a bright smile.

“……” This time, Ji Qianchen was defeated.

There's nothing she can do with age.

Ling Xiaohan sees his daughter-in-law's daughter-in-law and can't stand it. He puts down his knife and fork, wipes his mouth, and reaches out and holds Ji Qianchen's hand: "I love what my wife becomes."

When rob, standing aside, heard Ling Xiaohan say this, his three views were corrected.

The president of his family is going to develop on the way to a master of love field, and he has made rapid progress.

Ji Qianchen pursed his lips and held back his smile. He glanced proudly at the small face of Mu Ying.

I saw her little face a blue, a purple, a white, the last gas dumb.

"Young master, it's almost the appointed time over there."

Rob looked at his watch and stood out to remind Ling Xiaohan in a low voice.

Ling Xiaohan nodded and looked at Ji Qianchen with deep eyes: "eat slowly. I have something to deal with in the afternoon. I will take you out to play in the evening."

"Good." Ji Qianchen nodded obediently.

Muying got up from the chair and said, "uncle, are you going to the hospital again? I'm going too. "