Chapter 1143

Feixue's funeral was held a few days later. Because Ji Qianchen was pregnant, it was inconvenient to attend this occasion, so ling Xiaohan came to attend.

In the huge Lingtang, the white chrysanthemum is wrapped with a black-and-white image.

The woman in the portrait has a kind of incomparable beauty. The people who came to the funeral wore white chest flowers and chrysanthemums step by step to the front of the Holy Card to mourn.

Dressed in black mourning clothes, Jin Si stood in the spirit hall with no expression on his face, looking at the woman in the portrait, and holding a child in his arms.

Rob arrived in the car. Ling Xiaohan opened the door and got off the car. He was wearing a black suit, and his slender body was particularly impressive.

He tidied up his suit and prepared to enter, but saw another black car at the door.

The window of the car is open. In the back seat of the car is a man wrapped in gauze. Although his face has been swollen and deformed, he can probably recognize his appearance.

Ling Xiao stopped and turned to the car.

He raised his hand and knocked on the window.

Song Qian turns around and notices Ling Xiaohan.

He quickly opened the door, got out of the car, respectfully said hello to Ling Xiaohan, "nice to meet you, Ling Shao."

"You are not qualified to enter."

Ling Xiaohan opens his mouth to remind song Qian.

Song Qian dropped his head, his voice hoarse and bitter, "I know."

"If you feel guilty, do something." Ling Xiaohan raised his hand and hung it on Song Qian's shoulder.

Song Qian turned his head and stared at him incomprehensibly. "What's the matter?"

If there is anything that can alleviate the guilt in his heart, he will spare no effort to do it, even if he goes up the mountain and down the sea of fire.

"You should know that now country B is catching Jin Si from top to bottom. You want him to die and revenge for fisher?"

"Well, I know that."

"You need to go to the state of Saint Teresa and tell queen philena that her daughter is dead, and the one who killed her daughter is the princess of state B, so that Saint Teresa can compete with state B."

"You mean to let me transfer Jin Si's risk?"

"That's what you should do, and Fisher wants you to do the same."

Ling Xiaohan looks at Song Qian sincerely. He can conclude that song Qian will do it. Otherwise, he will not come to talk to him personally.

"OK, I'll go."

Song Qian turns around and gets on the car. The car starts. He is determined and brave.

Ling Xiaohan watched his car go away, lips slightly pursed.

Song Qian may have guessed that he might be carrying the stigma of provoking wars between two countries, but this is also the responsibility he must bear.

Even if the next scene is very miserable, he will have no regrets.

After attending the funeral, Ling Xiaohan returns home.

Ji Qianchen is ready to go out.

"Where to?" Ling Xiao asked her with a frown.

"Go shopping, buy some maternity clothes and things for children."

She will be ready for a new life soon.

"Don't you want to go out? Let the servants buy these things. " Ling Xiaohan holds her hand, ready to lead her upstairs.

"Of course, I have to buy my daughter's things. I want to buy a lot of small skirts and princess shoes. Of course, I have to choose these things myself."

"After three months, I won't allow this child to have any accidents. Do you hear me? " Ling Xiaohan warns seriously.

Ji Qianchen blinks a pair of big eyes. He has no way to deal with Ling Xiaohan at this time.

"If you're worried, just hang out with me."

"That's not good either."

Ling Xiaohan forcibly dragged her back to the room.

Back in the room, Ji Qianchen is playing with his cell phone in bed.

Ling Xiaohan saw that she was playing with her mobile phone, and then came back and took the mobile phone out of her hand. "Mobile phone radiation is big, you can read."

Instead, she put a pregnant woman's book in her hand.

"Husband..." Ji Qianchen called softly.

The people's bones are all crisp. Undoubtedly, Ling Xiaohan is no exception.

But Ling Xiaohan knew that it would be no good for her to call him that.

"What do you want? Want me to give you my cell phone back? No way. Every day, you can use your mobile phone for up to one hour. "

"Honey, I don't want a cell phone. I want you." Ji Qianchen called out, blinked at Ling Xiaohan, then grabbed his tie and pushed him to the soft big bed behind him.

Then Ji Qianchen's little hand slipped into his shirt and began to unbutton him.

Ling Xiao cold stare round eyes, don't understand the anger stare at her, "what do you want?"

"I didn't do anything to lift you."

Ji Qianchen then bent over his lips and chewed on his chest.This itchy feeling, crisp and numb, jelly like lips warm and soft.

Ling Xiao's cold body rises to create a sense of heat and dryness.

This little goblin is obviously doing something.

"Get up and don't nibble." Ling Xiaohan took her dress and lifted her away from him.

Ji Qianchen is like a cat with love and hair. He sticks to it again and holds his hands firmly around his neck

"Don't you play with fire?" Ling Xiao's cold warning.

The strange feeling in his body made him feel very sad.

"I know you dare not touch me, right or wrong, so I'm just teasing you. I'm only responsible for setting fire, not for putting out the fire. If you don't let me out, I'm sorry to kill you."

Jiqianchen spits out his tongue, gets up from the bed, and then punches out of the room.

"You..."

Ling Xiaohan turns over from the bed and sits up, angrily pointing to the little woman who left.

This woman always has such a way that he is mad.

Looking down at his little brother who was about to suffocate, he couldn't help pinching a cold sweat.

Went into the bathroom and took a cold shower and went downstairs.

Ji Qianchen is leaning on the sofa, holding the pillow watching TV.

Seeing Ling Xiaohan wearing a bathrobe and turning pale black, Ji Qianchen proudly looks at Ling Xiaohan and smiles, "President Ling, next time remember to keep a long memory, no one can provoke his wife, you know?"

Ling Xiaohan went to Ji Qianchen and sat down. He picked up an apple and put it into her mouth. "Shut up for me. When the goods are unloaded, I will see you."

"It's still early. I can still breathe."

Ji Qianchen's bright smile was as clear as a silver bell.

Ling Xiaohan reached out and pinched her chin.

"Well, no more trouble. I'll watch TV with you and go back to the company later."

Ling Xiaohan holds out his hand around Ji Qianchen's waist, and they lean on the sofa and watch TV happily.

It's a variety show on TV.

The TV program is called "we in eighteen years".

The host is holding the microphone to interview the guests participating in the program.

Ji Qianchen, holding Ling Xiaohan's arm, couldn't help asking him, "husband, what will happen to us in eighteen years?"

"In eighteen years, I will love you more."

"Is it? I'd like to see how much you love me after 18 years? "

"Then close your eyes and imagine."

Ling Xiao bent down and kissed her white forehead.

A picture of eighteen years later appeared to them like this.