Chapter 301

Ling Jingchen answered and hung up the phone. He sat on the sofa and opened Weibo first. He really found a lot of news on the hot search list about the abducted and rescued little sauerkraut.

He was reading one by one, and was looking at it seriously, when suddenly another mobile phone appeared in front of him, and a photo on the screen of the mobile phone was the shot of Mu Shaofeng holding the woman trafficker...

Although Mu Shaofeng above is wearing plain glasses, who would not recognize his profound handsome features, sharp and slender black eyes, and thin and slender appearance?

"Is it him?" Sima Qinghui asked softly, "The comments say he is the Second Master Mu."

"It's him." Ling Jingchen took the phone and flipped through a few more, feeling a little excited for no reason.

He is back! He really came back!

"It's really a coincidence. He bumped into this matter. I guess Mengyao saw him from above." Sima Qinghui sat beside him, and put one hand on his arm naturally.

A fresh scent of hibiscus rose into his nostrils, Ling Jingchen frowned, subconsciously moved a little to the side, and took out his hand without a trace while returning the phone to her.

"I'm going to make a call." He got up and walked outside the house.

Sima Qinghui's eyes darkened, and she felt a little unhappy... Do you want to avoid yourself even if you make a phone call? wxya

Quietly walking to the entrance, she heard Ling Jingchen's voice——

"Xue'er, she must know. There are photos of Mu Shaofeng capturing the woman trafficker on the Internet... I wonder if you can spare some time to talk to Mu Shaofeng about this matter?"

Sima Qinghui came back when she heard this, rolled her eyes, and went to the kitchen.

After more than ten minutes, she came out, holding a cup of steaming coffee in her hand, and said to Ling Jingchen with a smile: "I have added some milk to the coffee I brewed, you can have a cup."

Ling Jingchen took a look, "Going to bed soon, drink this..."

"Don't you like drinking latte? The taste of my homemade latte is the same. You can drink it. It's still early. Let's watch TV together later. I can watch football with you." She smiled slightly, with a delicate smile charming.

Ling Jingchen had no choice but to take it, sat on the sofa and took a few sips.

Sima Qinghui went to turn on the TV and tuned to the sports channel, which was rebroadcasting the top five European football leagues of a certain year. She walked back happily and naturally leaned on Ling Jingchen's shoulder.

Ling Jingchen froze, looking a little uncomfortable, and was about to push her away, when her hands suddenly grabbed his arm, and when he raised his head, their eyes met.

Looking at each other, she smiled, showing what she thought was the most beautiful and charming smile under Ling Jingchen's eyes.

Ling Jingchen looked into her eyes and suddenly realized that she was wearing pupils today.

The pair of clear and bright eyes in high school no longer exist, and the pupils covering her pupils are dazzling and glistening...

Therefore, these are a pair of carved eyes, and he cannot penetrate her true heart.

Don't turn your head, an inexplicable sense of loss surged in Ling Jingchen's heart, and the ripples in his heart gradually calmed down...

When Sima Qinghui saw this, she felt a "dong" in her heart.

Based on her many years of experience and observation in the field of love, she felt that Ling Jingchen's eyes were not quite right just now. It was not a rebirth of love for her, but a loss!

To put it simply, it means that he doesn't have much sexual interest in her anymore, and there is no love catalyst Doba saddle secreted in his brain.

This is a red flag.

Fortunately, she, Sima Qinghui, has a set.

"Chen, come, let's have a piece of chocolate." She picked up an iron box from the tea table and smiled at him, "When you're not here, I'll have a piece of chocolate when I miss you."

She smiled sweetly, peeled off the wrapping paper, bit half of it herself, and then leaned against Ling Jingchen's chest, her slender fingers slid across his lips intentionally or unintentionally, and then gently pushed the chocolate into his mouth...

She tried this kind of teasing before, but Ling Jingchen couldn't bear this trick at all.

No, she heard his short breathing, her face was slowly turning red, and she was overjoyed, she put her arms around his neck, put her upper lips together charmingly, and actively pressed him...

"Hmm!" Ling Jingchen's whole body froze again, his dark eyes were deeply focused, and a surge of hot blood in his body rushed to his head uncontrollably.

Suddenly, a burst of rich chocolate filled his throat, slowly slipped down, and spread to his heart...

Sima Qinghui put all the chocolate that melted in her mouth into his mouth, her lips and tongue were grinding the man's lips and teeth lightly and hard, her winking eyes were slightly opened, hooking his heart and soul.

Ling Jingchen couldn't bear it anymore, and under her guidance, he poked his big palm into her underwear...

At this moment, the mobile phone in his pocket suddenly rang a music ringtone, Ling Jingchen was startled, his black eyes widened, and only then did he remember that Ling Moxueer was going to answer the call.

"You rest first, I have something else to do." With a blushing face, he pushed away Sima Qinghui who was pestering him, took out his phone, got up and walked upstairs, "Xue'er, you said..."

Sima Qinghui's face darkened, and she thumped the sofa angrily.

"Brother, I've contacted Mu Shaofeng. He's at the beach now, and he'll be back in two days."

When the little pickled cabbage was rescued, the couple handed over the matter to the bodyguards, and they rushed the child to the hospital without paying much attention to Mu Shaofeng.

"Well, then I can also explain to Mengyao."

Ling Moxue smiled slightly, "Yes, brother, it's getting late, go to bed early."

Turning off the phone, Ling Moxue turned her head, and suddenly saw her husband standing behind her, with deep dark eyes and a serious expression, and the corners of her slightly curved lips looked a bit appetizing.

Ling Moxue walked up to him, sniffed his nose, and sniffed him like a puppy, "What does it smell like?"

He stood upright, looking down at her, without saying a word, like a big boy who is angry.

Ling Moxue smiled, put one arm around his neck, tiptoed and bit his chin lightly, "I know you've worked hard today, go to bed early."

"Ah!" She let go of her hand and wanted to leave, but the man suddenly hugged her, and before she could recover, her exclaimed little mouth fell into the mouth of the "wolf".

The man hooked the back of her head, grabbed her pink lips wildly and grinded them vigorously, and his hot palms walked on her body.

Ling Moxue's breathing was disordered, and she leaned against his chest messily...

The domineering and masculine smell of her husband rushed straight to her nose, making her dizzy and weak.

Sensing his wife's difficulty in breathing, Gu Mingxuan moved his lips away, staring at her shy face with red eyes, with a bit of obsession and jealousy.

"He's back, will your heart be broken again?" His low and hoarse voice is magnetic and charming, falling into the ears, making people itch and want to laugh.

"Husband, you are overthinking, the wife is yours." Ling Moxue patted his face lightly.

"Husband is not careless, it's you who are easy to care for." He gently brushed away her hair that fell on the side of her face, and rubbed her red and swollen lips with his slender fingers.

Ling Moxue mischievously bit his finger, her watery eyes were blurred and moving, and her voice was sweet and indistinct, "We are married, why should I bother?"