Chapter 960

Return to Lingjia villa.

Ji Qianchen is bored and goes upstairs directly. Nobody cares.

After Ling Xiaohan entered the villa, he had a dark face and a gloomy look.

The housekeeper didn't know what happened to these two people. When they went out, they were still very good. They held hands and loved each other very much.

How come back, the atmosphere is not right.

Ling Xiaohan went up to the second floor, went to the bedroom door, ready to open the door, but found that the door was locked, and could not be opened at all.

Ling Xiaohan is leaning on the door. He is rejected by his wife again.

Every time two people quarrel, she does.

It would be nice if the people out there knew that he was being treated like this at home.

The housekeeper saw that he couldn't get into the door. He went up to him and asked, "young master, is it to unload the door or open it this time?"

“……” Ling Xiaohan turned his head and glanced at the housekeeper.

"Young master, let me open the door for you with the key."

The housekeeper immediately took out a set of door keys from his pocket.

Open the bedroom door for him.

The housekeeper quietly retreated and gave the main court to the quarreling couple.

After Ling Xiaohan entered the room, there was a clatter in the bathroom.

He knew that Ji Qianchen had bathed in the bathroom.

He sat on the sofa, lit a cigarette and smoked impatiently, waiting for her to come out of the bath.

After more than ten minutes, Ling Xiaohan's third cigarette was finished, and Ji Qianchen came out after taking a bath, wearing a white nightdress.

Dripping water from wet hair!

His body is white and red, like a peach just picked from a tree.

Ling Xiaohan walked step by step to Ji Qianchen.

Ji Qianchen, as if he didn't see it, went straight around him to the bedside, opened the quilt and lay in.

Ling Xiao's cold face became more and more ugly.

This woman, every time.

He has to treat her well.

Turn around and walk to the bedside, like a wooden pile, and stare at her with scorching hot eyes. It seems that Ji Qianchen is scorching in the quilt.

Ji Qianchen lies on his side with his back to him.

He could not see the expression on his face at all, but could vaguely feel a strong cold air blowing to her back.

After watching her for five minutes, she didn't mean to turn around.

Ling Xiaohan can't hold back his temper. He took the initiative and pulled open her quilt with one hand.

"Don't move my quilt."

Ji Qianchen pulled the quilt back again, as if he treated his private goods for fear of being robbed.

"It's not your own quilt, and half of mine." Ling Xiaohan opens the quilt and lies in.

Ji Qianchen moved aside for fear of touching his body. "Stay away from me, you are dirty."

Dirty?

The Lingxiao with this word is cold and distressed.

This woman, dare to say he is dirty, because he did not bathe?

As expected, Qi Yan is right. When a woman is in a bad mood, you feel bad everywhere. When you are in a good mood, you feel good everywhere.

"Then I'll take a bath."

Ling Xiaohan, who was hated by his wife, had to turn over and get up and take a bath in the bathroom. He went there honestly without any complaint.

After he took a bath, Ji was still tossing and turning in bed.

The image of Lin Jiaxu falling into the river has been flashing in her mind.

So much blood, so helpless.

Maybe, he will die in that ice water, maybe, there is no Lin Jiake in the world.

As soon as she thought about the picture, she couldn't sleep.

So many people were present, but no one was willing to help him.

What a mistake he has made, and how he will end up like this, is that he is only a 20-year-old boy.

Ling Xiaohan goes to the bedside and reaches out to lift the bangs on her forehead.

Ji Qianchen put his hand away. "Don't touch me. I hate you now."

"I hate it now. What about later?"

Ling Xiaohan turns over to bed, opens the quilt, pushes it into the quilt, and then covers her waist with a bracelet.

"It's just as annoying later. Don't touch my waist." Ji Qianchen resists and wants to break him off.

But his hand was like a twisted vine, which locked her tightly.

"If you don't touch your waist, do you like me to touch you?"

Ling Xiao cold hook lips a smile, hand unconsciously move down.

Ji Qianchen chopped his restless hand with a hand knife.

"Tell you not to move. I'm angry. " Ji Qianchen doesn't want Ling Xiaohan to fool him.

It's a human life, not an ant's life. It's not so easy to fool.Ling Xiaohan's patience has been exhausted.

His hand moved away from her waist, moved to the edge of the bed, leaned against the head of the bed, picked up a cigarette and lit it.

He seldom smokes in front of her face. This time, he still smokes without scruples, because he is upset.

Ji Qianchen coughs a few times because of the heavy smoke in this circle, covers his mouth, turns over and gets up, ready to stay away from him.

Ling Xiaohan puts out the cigarette end in the ashtray, and then pulls Ji Qianchen away with one hand. Then she closed her lips with her mouth.

The smell of choking smoke makes Ji Qianchen feel sick and nauseous.

In the panic, Ji Qianchen's hand grabbed his back and scratched it hard on his back, like a wild cat with sharp claws.

Ling Xiao groaned in pain and let her go.

"You really have to do it." Although Ling Xiaohan can't see the tragedy of his back, he can vaguely feel that this claw is not scratched lightly. The scratched place is hot and painful.

"You've got to talk, and I'm not allowed to do it?" Ji Qianchen hums and smiles.

Looking at Ji Qianchen, who is still so articulate, Ling Xiaohan wants to laugh.

"I don't think my decision is wrong, so you want me to be soft. It's impossible." After a long time of cold, Ling Xiao came up with a sentence that seemed to explain but not to explain.

Ji Qianchen snorted coldly and glanced over. "I don't think my decision is wrong, but I think your decision is wrong. At least you can save him. It's not too late to deal with him after finding out his identity. Are you afraid of what threat he poses to you?"

"When am I afraid of lingxiaohan?" Ling Xiaohan's unconvinced argument.

"Then why don't you save him when you're raising your hand?"

"Because I'm watching whether he plays with his own life. It's obvious that he is really an unfathomable person. Even life and death can be taken out so easily to joke, or he knew he would not die at all."

Ling Xiaohan leaned on the edge of the bed, looking at Ji Qianchen.

Ji Qianchen frowned and looked at him puzzledly. "What do you mean?"

"It means that I'm right not to save him. One day you will understand. Come here, sleep. " Ling Xiaohan opens the quilt, points to his arms and lets her lie down.