Chapter 62

"Go back."

Almost without any hesitation, Ling Xiaohan chose to return.

When he arrived at Swan Castle, he walked up the stairs almost step by step.

Go to the door, you can hear Ji Qianchen sitting on the edge of the window like a psychopath swinging his body in the hysteria.

"This is a simple love song..."

"Story of little yellow flower..."

"You are my little apple..."

One song, one sentence, one forgotten word, one out of tune.

The servants in the room laughed one by one. Seeing Ling Xiaohan coming in, they immediately smiled and bowed respectfully: "young master."

"All out."

Ling Xiao's cold face was extremely gloomy, and his cold eyes were ablaze with fire.

This dead woman is not afraid to fall down and die?

If it's not good to have a concert, it's better to sit there.

"I love you, Ling Xiaohan. Do you love me? " After singing, Ji Qianchen holds his hands in the shape of a trumpet and roars at the vast sea outside.

"Come down and I'll tell you." Ling Xiaohan didn't know when he appeared behind her and hugged her slender waist from behind.

"Oh, I don't want to come down. My concert is not finished yet. Is my singing very pleasant? Do you want another one of Eason Chan's" love transfer "

Ling Xiao, with a dark face, pinched her waist.

"Don't harm Eason Chan." Ling Xiaohan is going to take her down directly, but she holds the window in her hand and doesn't let go.

"Hum, what I sing is so bad. If I don't sing Eason Chan, I will sing Zhang Xinzhe's over fire."

Ling Xiao's cold mouth twitches

The woman in his arms is a little over the top.

"Release the handle." He held her waist in one hand, and broke the two hands that held the window.

"I don't I'll never let go of your hand again in my life. "

She began to cry when she was making a noise.

White face, tears like rain, rolling down one by one.

Drips on his arm, scalds and burns.

"Good, no loose, no loose." Ling Xiao put his chin on her shoulder and let her cry out.

After a long time, she was tired of crying and shouting, so she fell asleep in the arms of Ling Xiaohan.

Hearing her even breath, Ling Xiaohan sighed and stretched out his hand to try to break it off.

But even if she fell asleep, her eyebrows were still tight and her hands were not even able to relax for a second.

As if grasping the window, she grasped him and the so-called sense of security.

Ling Xiaohan stood at the edge of the window, holding her in a posture.

I can't break it, and I dare not let it go. I'm afraid she will fall.

Take off the suit coat and cover it on her, for fear that the sea wind will blow against her all the time, which will make her cold.

Minutes and seconds passed.

On his forehead and arms, big Beaded sweat drops down, long time to maintain a posture led to his whole body muscle stiffness, pain.

Three hours later.

The sky gradually darkened, and the sky's rosy clouds dyed half the sky red. The sea breeze was blowing, and the sun was as bloody as blood.

Ji Qianchen licked his lips and opened his eyes in a daze.

The look down almost scared her to death.

How could she sit on the windowsill?

I saw a ghost.

Quickly retracted the leg.

The warm back behind me is so familiar.

Turning around, she dodged the eyes of Shangling Xiaohan, which were full of bloodshot.

Dare not look at him directly.

"Awake?"

If Lingxiao is cold, it's cold.

The coldness of the whole body is like a cold and merciless night emperor, ruthless and fierce.

"I sleep here? How long did you sleep? "

"Not long." Ling Xiaohan hugs her and brings her back to bed from the windowsill. Put her in place.

His hands and feet were numb and unable to move. The pain of drilling made him feel thin and pale.

It's dark. I haven't said for a long time.

Ji Qianchen suddenly felt so sad. Why did she drink so much wine? Why did she climb the windowsill.

"I didn't do anything stupid, did I?"

Ji Qianchen secretly glances at Ling Xiaohan's cold eyes and asks carefully.

In fact, she knows her own problems, as long as she gets drunk, every time she commits something that makes people laugh and laugh.

This question is a blank one.

Ling Xiaohan seemed to have thought for a long time before he found the right answer to Ji Qianchen's words.

"What do you think?"

I don't need to think that I've made a lot of mistakes.Ji Qianchen really wants to find a cave to hide his face.

Spicy chicken.

Later, in front of Ling Xiaohan, does she have any image to speak of?

Ling Xiao smiled but didn't speak. His long fingers broke off Ji Qianchen's soft hands, which covered his face, and he held them in his big hands, which were wide and warm. "Why, dare not see anyone?"

Ji Qianchen lifted his eyes and swept them. The bright star eyes glanced sideways at Ling Xiaohan: "who hasn't been a fool yet? What's so ugly?"

"Well, it's just that you're more likely to be stupid than the average person."

Ling Xiao's body in front of Ji Qianchen's body is like a meat wall built in the sky.

The sudden oppression, with a sense of suffocation, made Ji Qianchen breathless.

"I'm also more likely to commit flower mania than other people. President Gu, don't use your abs to lead me to crime." Ji Qianchen cast a low spell, turned his face and stopped looking at him.

His warm breath pours down from the top of his head, the rubbed Ji Qianchen's earlobes are itchy, and the strong masculine breath penetrates my nose. "You can be exempted from punishment for any crime you commit here. You can do it at any time if you want."

Damn it.

In the evening, did he get into heat again?

"I'm hungry."

Ji Qianchen fixed his eyes on him, and the twinkling eyes were imprinted in his cold and fierce black eyes like those of a cheetah.

Ling Xiaohan takes back the big palm that can't help but want to make trouble and kicks it back into his pocket. Pull me out of bed.

"Eat first."

He left three words, tall figure, strong and domineering, walking in front of me.

I followed, speculating on his last words.

How about after dinner?

Do you have to come back to work?

I went downstairs and didn't see Mu Ying. Ji Qianchen was in a very good mood. He was humming a little song there.

Ling Xiaohan stares sideways at the little woman, wondering why she is so happy.

"I'm not afraid of losing my teeth when I laugh like this?"

Ji Qianchen once heard this, how can it pierce his ears.

"It's not your tooth." Straighten your tongue and put it back.

Ling Xiaohan sneered, reached over her waist, lowered his eyebrows and bowed his head. His deep ink eyes ran into her eyes. "I said, you are my property, and this tooth is mine."

"Bully!"

"This mouth is mine, too." Looking at her glib little mouth, he couldn't help but lean over and peck.

"Shameless."

Ji Qianchen hurriedly pushes him away. There are servants up and down the castle. Dozens of eyes look at them.