Chapter 707

In the long night, two young men with strong blood fell in love again and again.

At last, Mu Ying cried to Ji Cunxi, "no, No."

"Don't you want to be dissatisfied?"

"You just..."

Mu Ying's words are not finished, but Ji Cunxi's lips are sealed again.

After the battle ended in the middle of the night, Ji Cunxi took her to the bathroom and took a bath before returning to bed.

Mu Ying lies in Ji Cunxi's arms and laughs at the fool. "You didn't respond after I chased you for three years. How could you suddenly become enlightened?"

"Because I'm afraid I won't be enlightened again, you'll run away with others."

Ji Cunxi hugged her and said earnestly.

"Ha ha, you are a sullen man. If you like it, I will tell you directly."

"How can you talk so much? Didn't I just work hard enough? You still have the strength to talk. Why don't you try again?" Jicunxi grabbed her hand and turned over to crush her.

"No, no, no, I'm in pain. I can't bear it. Let me slowly."

Muying cried for mercy.

"Then sleep and close your eyes." Ji Cunxi looks at Mu Ying's blue eyes and curled up eyelashes.

He didn't know what happened to him. He could not help feeling that he was addicted to the girl's body.

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Lingjia villa.

The weather turned cold. After Ji Qianchen finished the induced abortion, he had to have a small month within one month. He could not get cold.

Ling Xiaohan asked the kitchen to provide a daily tonic recipe to help her recuperate the gunshot wounds beside her body and heart.

Mu Ting still didn't wake up, just like a vegetable lying in the hospital, there was no change except breathing.

And that matter can't be investigated any more.

It can only become a secret that can't be mentioned between Lingxiao and Ji Qianchen.

Ling Xiao became more and more popular in the early years of cold treatment, which did not make the incident have a great impact on the couple's feelings.

It's Sunday.

Ji Qianchen lies in bed and draws pictures.

Ling Yichen took a picture paper and handed it to Ji Qianchen. "Mommy, look at the house and the big tree I painted."

"OK, Mommy, take a look for you."

Ji Qianchen takes a look at the children's drawing paper.

The houses and trees on the drawing paper are just horrible.

"Haha, Yichen, you are drawing..."

"Mommy, isn't Yichen a great painter? Can you be a great painter in the future?"

Ji Qianchen looks at his son's sincere eyes and dare not beat him.

This son is quick to learn everything, but only this painting, which has never been so abstract, has not inherited a little talent from her.

"Of course, if yechen is willing to study hard, he will become a great painter in the future."

"Then why does the teacher give me fifty marks for every painting?"

"Because of the strict requirements of the teacher, the teacher wants you to be an excellent painter, so he can't give you too high, for fear that you are too proud."

Ji Qianchen carefully comforts Ling Yichen.

"But dad said, I still don't draw, scary." Ling Yichen pouts his lips and looks dejected.

"Ahaha Is it? That's what he said? "

For the first time, Ji Qianchen didn't want to refute Ling Xiaohan's words. What he said was true.

Ling Yichen's words are really frightening.

"Well, I said Daddy, too."

"What did you say about him?"

"Yichen said that he was no better than me. Also Chen draws not well, must blame daddy

"Ha ha, son, you are right to say that. You see Mommy can draw so well. You can't. It must be inherited from him."

Ling Xiaohan suddenly appeared at the door of the room, looking at the mother and son saying bad things about him, "are you two always in such a mess?"

"Mommy, what do you mean by collusion?"

Ling Yichen asked, blinking his bright eyes.

"This You may have to ask your father. " Ji Qianchen didn't know how to explain the word.

Especially with a four-year-old.

"Dad, what do you mean by collusion?" Ling Yichen turns to stare at Ling Xiaohan.

"Not a good thing."

, "Dad, you can't even curse this Mommy. You don't sleep on the floor at night."

Ling Yichen caresses his chin and asks Ling Xiaohan seriously.

"Son of a bitch, what are you doing with all this? Go and practice. "

Ling Xiaohan squats down and picks up Ling Yichen, takes him out of the room and to the piano room.

"Play the moonlight ten times."

"Dad, are you creating difficulties?" Ling Yichen is sitting on the piano chair. His little hands can just reach the black and white keys.

"Yes, can't you see it so clearly? Ten times. Don't come out until you've finished playing. ""Oh."

Ling Yichen stroked the keys with both hands. His fingers were small and soft. Sometimes he could not press several keys at once.

But it's hard not to defeat Ling Yichen.

Ling Xiaohan returns to his bedroom.

The music of the piano room came out intermittently.

"It seems that you plan to put your music dream on your son."

Ji Qianchen leans on the head of the bed and laughs at Ling Xiaohan.

"Don't you see that he is more accomplished in music than in painting?"

Ling Xiaohan takes off his cotton shoes, opens the quilt and goes to bed with Ji Qianchen.

Once in bed, Ling Xiaohan leans on the pillow behind him.

"Daddy is a villain, daddy is a villain, daddy is a villain..."

The sound of infinite circulation comes from behind the brain.

Ling Xiaohan gets up and takes a look at the pillow. There is a doll behind him. The doll records the sound. As soon as he presses the doll's belly, the recording will be played continuously.

Ling Xiaohan looks at Ji Qianchen with the doll in his hand. "Did your son put it?"

"Cough, I didn't know he recorded it. He said he would send a doll to Daddy. He said Daddy was cold and needed warmth. Then I'll leave him here. "

"This kid is really lawless."

Drop the doll on the ground.

The doll began to circulate endlessly again, "father is a villain, father is a villain."

"It's too noisy."

Ling Xiao climbed out of bed in cold air, picked up the doll and went to the piano room.

Then destroy the recording of the doll, and then throw it on the piano cover.

"Son of a bitch, practice hard."

I'm going to go back to my room and stay with Ji Qianchen for a while.

Rob hurriedly went upstairs. "Master, chief Jin Si is here. I'm here to see you."

"Oh? What did he come to me for? "

Ling Xiao frowned and hurried downstairs.

A black business car drove into the courtyard of Lingjia villa.

Jin Si, who took off his military uniform, was wearing a black leisure sweatshirt. On the other side of the car, a gorgeous woman in a long red dress came down.

For a long time, Ling Xiaohan thought that Jin Si and Fei Xue were a unique combination.

He is low-key and plain, but she is high-key and charming.

She will not dislike him for his dullness, nor will he dislike her vulgarity.

Go to the door.

Feixue waved with Ling Xiaohan from a long distance, "cold, long time no see."

"Haven't we met some time ago?" Ling Xiaohan turns to look at Jin Si.

Jin Si reached out his hand friendly, "long time no see."

Ling Xiaohan shook hands with him politely, "what brings you here?"