Chapter 82

"Did I win? After a day, I thought there must be no news. " Ji Qianchen stood up excitedly from the sofa and reached for the brocade box handed by rob.

The box opened and a delicate tie appeared in front of her.

"It's really Susanna's work. Design and workmanship really don't exist." Ji Qianchen touched the tie with love and spoke highly of it.

After appreciating the technique, Ji Qianchen hands the box to Ling Xiaohan on his side, "here you are."

Luo Bu, standing aside, chuckled.

What expression would it be if the little lady knew whether the tie was for the young master's money or for herself.

"Rob, step back." Ling Xiao's cold and deep eyes swept a sharp cold light.

It's a real pain in his head to have a special help.

"Yes, young master, young lady." Rob lowered his head and hurried out of the hall.

After they left, Ling Xiaohan turned around and turned his eyes to Ji Qianchen's hand: "help me to tie it."

"Ah..." It's hard for her.

Ji Qianchen is also a lazy and incompetent Miss Ji. How can she do such a difficult thing as tying a tie.

Looking at Ji Qianchen's embarrassed face, Ling Xiaohan sighed, "no?"

"I Should I? I haven't had a boyfriend. If I had one, I would still learn. " In the morning of Ji Qianchen, Qu Baba's lips were raised.

"But you have a husband now." Ling Xiao sat with cold eyes, looking at her shining eyes.

"Good! I'll learn, now. " Ji Qianchen put the box on the sofa, took out his mobile phone, google made a teaching video of tying a tie, and sat there and watched it carefully.

"Five minutes."

Ling Xiaohan sat there patiently with his legs folded and his whole body smelled of laziness.

Only when he is with her can he put down his whole body's guard and release the tiredness and tiredness accumulated in the whole day.

"OK, wait."

Ji Qianchen is very serious in that study, with a tie on his neck, experiment.

Five minutes later, she turned off her cell phone and turned around with her tie. "Come on, my husband."

Ji Qianchen grabs the tie in his hand and looks as if he is dead.

Ling Xiaohan lowered his head a little so that she could put the tie on his neck first.

Ji Qianchen is especially serious, learning how to play with the teaching in the video.

"Well, it doesn't seem right."

"Wrong, wrong, and it's like that."

Ji Qianchen was there, frowning and muttering to himself.

Ling Xiaohan didn't speak.

Abrupt!

The tie on the neck snapped.

His throat was smothering and he couldn't breathe.

"Do you want to murder your husband or tie?" Ling Xiaohan looks down at her.

"Cough Sorry, I'm a little nervous. I'll watch the video later. " Ji Qianchen loosened his tie and ran to take out his mobile phone.

Ling Xiaohan looks at the damn tie around his neck. It's full of black thread.

As a student, why don't you untie the tie around his neck first.

Twenty minutes later, Ji Qianchen clapped his hands, stood up happily and dragged Ling Xiaohan to the mirror on the washing table. "How about your daughter-in-law?"

Ling Xiaohan stared at the tie tied to his neck in the mirror, couldn't help but feel sorry for it for three seconds, and was ravaged into this picture.

"I'm worried about our children's IQ level."

Ling Xiao's words are not out of the cold.

Ji Qianchen's enthusiasm was suddenly doused by a ladle of cold water.

He is kind enough to give him a tie, tie him, and despise her intelligence.

How could it be.

Ji Qianchen smiles but doesn't speak. He approaches Ling Xiaohan step by step. He holds the tail end of his tie with one hand and tugs hard. "I'm afraid I have a low IQ. How do you do? What do you want to do with me?"

Ling Xiao's cold neck was aching and his eyes were cold.

As expected, the heart of a woman, the sea needle, was attentive to him for the last second, and ruthless for the next second.

"In order to balance the national average IQ level."

Ling Xiaohan Wei'an's body pasted in the past and rushed her to the front.

Ji Qianchen put his back on the cold washing table.

In front of him is his warm body, behind him is the cold washing table.

The taste of ice and fire makes Ji Qianchen's pupils shrink and his heart crinkle.

What does he want?

The eyes are as sharp as wolves, as deep as cold pools, but

"I don't seem to have tried it here." Ling Xiao cold low eyebrow deep roar, two hands dragged to hold her slender waist.

Trough!

At the wash table!

"I No. " Ji Qianchen turned away and strongly refused.How can such a shameful thing be done in such a place.

"You don't mean to take the initiative tonight?" Ling Xiao's cold and thin lips are crooked to open a smile of evil spirit.

He does remember what she said on her way home this afternoon.

Clucking

Ji Qianchen suddenly remembered that she had said that she would devote herself to such a thing.

Now how can I do it! Her courage returned.

"Did I say that? When did I say that? " Ji Qianchen pretends to have amnesia and grabs his scalp.

"Punish me, maybe I think of it." Ling Xiaohan hugged her waist, picked her up, then held her leg and threw her on the washstand.

I'll go!

Now it's not only the back, but also the whole body.

Next second.

Ling Xiaohan took hold of her shining fragrant shoulder, bent down her head and pecked at her lips.

The delicate kiss, with a sense of punishment, nibbles on her lips.

Following his down hand, Ji Qianchen shivered and pressed his hand: "No."

Let go of her colorful pink lips.

That don't pull back his reason, "don't want to want it here, then go upstairs, just try the new bed."

"The newly bought bed is used for sleeping if it is easy to try." Ji Qianchen shrunk his neck.

"How do you know what's different if you don't sleep?" Lingxiao cold body half, hook her up from the washing table.

Entering the bedroom, Ji Qianchen is gently put on the broad and soft bed by Ling Xiaohan.

Before she could recover, his tall body came up.

"Initiative and passivity, choose by yourself."

A clear, low voice swept the ears.

Ling Xiaohan's handsome face is close to him.

Assie.

No matter how handsome she is, she can't be bewitched by him. Otherwise, she may not be able to get out of bed. According to the current frequency.

"May I choose not to move?" Ji Qianchen said it casually.

Suddenly, she felt that she was witty. She was able to answer the third choice of the two choice questions.

"Yes." Ling Xiaohan's answer is more straightforward.

It's ok if you don't move!

Isn't that a female mummy?

It turns out that Ling Xiaohan is OK?

Ji Qianchen's three views are refreshed again by Ling Xiaohan's answer.

Ling Xiaohan got up, pulled off the tie around his neck, and reached out to untie several buttons.