Chapter 902

Lingjia villa.

Ji Qianchen helps the drunk Ling Xiaohan back to the bedroom on the second floor.

Ling Xiaohan's whole body seemed to be all over Ji Qianchen as if he could not stand stably.

Finally, I unloaded the man on the big bed in the bedroom. Ji Qianchen was exhausted and lay on his side.

Ling Xiao is lying on the bed with cold and quiet. The perfect profile of his side face looks like a picture.

His wine is very good. Even if he is drunk, he just lies so quietly. Unlike her, he drinks like a madman.

Ji Qianchen lies on the bed, reaches out his hand and gently scrapes his tall nose.

He slept like a quiet child, not even aware of her teasing him.

However, his handsome eyebrows are always slightly wrinkled, stretching unevenly, which is heartbreaking.

Ji Qianchen gently stroked his brow with his little hand, trying to calm his depression.

Ling Xiaohan's hand suddenly picked up, grabbed her wrist and pulled her into his arms. "Don't go."

Ji Qianchen was lying in his arms, feeling his heartbeat, smelling the light wine fragrance on his body, and even breathing sound.

"If I don't go, everyone can leave you, but I won't." Ji Qianchen seriously replied to Ling Xiaohan, and then dropped a kiss between his eyebrows.

Ling Xiao's cold eyebrows and eyes seemed to stretch out in a moment.

"Why are they all gone Why do you want to leave me... "

With the strength of wine, Ling Xiaohan seems to vent his inner feelings.

It's not the company's problems in recent years that have been overwhelming him all the time. It's also about the case that he was suspected of being a member of the Lin family's arson.

It's Su Wan's death.

Ling Xiaohan is not good at expressing his feelings.

It can be seen how hard Su Wan's death hit him. On the surface, he didn't say anything, but the fact that he is now in a state of depression shows how important this mother is in his heart.

Though Ethan is dead, it's hard for him to understand.

Ji Qianchen grabs Ling Xiaohan's hand and comforts him. "With me, my husband, I will accompany you for the rest of your life, and your smile will be contracted by me."

Ji Qianchen grabs Ling Xiaohan's hand, and the two people clasp their fingers. Then he pulls up the quilt, helps him cover it, and sleeps with him.

The next morning, the sun was very good.

Ling Xiaohan wakes up from his dream with his drowsy head in his hands. The little woman on his side is no longer there.

He lifted the quilt and looked at himself.

I don't know when I have changed my pajamas.

Bata.

The room door opens.

Ji Qianchen came in with a bowl of clear porridge? Early. "

"Good morning, did you change my clothes?"

"Yes, you sweat in the middle of the night. I can't move you, so I have to take off your clothes and wipe you."

"I was drunk and didn't do anything?" Ling Xiaohan asked solemnly holding his forehead.

He seems to be broken. He has no idea that he was drunk last night.

"What do you mean?" Ji asked with a smile.

"Tell me everything that happened." Ling Xiaohan sits at the head of the bed, his deep eyes have been chasing Ji Qianchen.

"You slapped me last night. It still hurts. "

Ji Qianchen covers his face and sniffs.

"I hit you? How could it be? "

Ling Xiaohan frowned and questioned.

"Really, it's a tough fight." Ji Qianchen shrivels his little mouth and complains.

"I How can I do this to you? Where is it? Let me see. " Ling Xiaohan gets up, walks to her side, leans over to check her face in front of her eyes.

A plain white face is clean and beautiful, without any trace of slapping.

Ling Xiaohan suddenly finds that he seems to have been tricked. "Are you kidding me?"

"Ha ha Don't you really remember what it was like to be drunk? "

Ji Qianchen can't hold it anymore. He laughs heartily.

"Don't you know a word called fragment?"

Ling Xiao's face was black and cold.

"I know, but you really don't do anything when you're drunk. You just sleep."

"Oh? So what do you want me to do? "

Ling Xiaohan approaches Ji Qianchen step by step.

Ji Qianchen put a bowl of porridge on his lips. "No, you've drunk so much wine. I'm afraid your stomach is not comfortable. I've cooked porridge for you. Go and brush your teeth and eat it while it's hot."

Ling Xiaohan took the bowl of porridge and put it on the bedside table. "It's not urgent."

Later, Ling Xiaohan dragged Ji Qianchen into his arms, and together they fell back to bed.

Ji Qianchen put his hands in front of his chest. "Porridge is not good to drink when it's cold. It's not good for stomach when it's cold."

"I don't want porridge now, it's tasteless."

"Then what do you want?""I want to Eat You. "

There was a dangerous glimmer in Ling Xiao's cold eyes.

"Don't, don't, I'm afraid you won't be able to eat." Ji Qianchen pushes her away and jumps out of bed.

"Trying to cheat me again?"

"If you don't believe it, touch it yourself."

Ji Qianchen is very generous to stand in front of him.

Ling Xiaohan's hand lifted her skirt and felt a thick sponge pad.

Ling Xiao cold lost to take back his hand, "aunt really is not a good thing."

"Ha ha, I think so. But without it, I can't even give birth to children, so I have to be patient if I don't like it. When I'm finished, I'll make up for you. " Ji Qianchen hooks Ling Xiaohan's neck and throws a little Jiao.

"Did you brush your teeth?" Ling Xiaohan asked with her waist in a good mood.

"I did."

"Then brush it with me again."

Ling Xiaohan hugged her into the bathroom.

"Why do you have to brush it again?"

"I want you to be with me." Ling Xiaohan helped her squeeze the toothpaste and handed her the toothbrush.

Ji Qianchen holds the toothbrush and is stunned for a second.

It turns out that he is also a child who needs company.

Ji Chen shared a glass of slobber with him, standing in front of the mirror and brushing his teeth, where the foam brushes were everywhere, but he was still very happy to laugh.

When Ling Yichen came in, the room was empty.

"Why, where's mom and dad?"

I heard the sound of water splashing in the toilet.

Lingyichen then understood, daddy and mummy are in the bathroom.

See the bowl of porridge on the bedside table.

The little guy walked over and took the bowl of porridge and smelled it.

"It's delicious, but why didn't Mommy serve me a bowl? Hum, it's eccentric."

Ling Yichen's eyes were rolling.

All of a sudden an evil thought came into his mind.

He hurried downstairs, into the kitchen, to the kitchen aunt.

"Auntie, do you have mustard?"

"Young master, what do you want mustard for?"

"For daddy, he said he wanted mustard." Ling Yichen looks at the kitchen aunt with a pure face.

"OK, young master, I'll bring it to you right away." Aunt took a small package of mustard from the refrigerator and handed it to Ling Yichen.

With mustard, Ling Yichen hurried upstairs again.