Chapter 555

In time, they will become stray cats again.

When joss thought about it, he felt very sad.

Jing zhehan's generous palm rubbed her hair and comforted her: "forget it, I'll call the cleaning company later."

"Just let him go?"

"For the time being." The man said, some will hold her tight, lips to find her neck, lip friction with her skin, spray warm breath.

Jos knew immediately what he wanted to do.

This man, from Futian city to Muhai City, from morning to afternoon, can't forget this.

Her face turned red. She pushed him away, jumped up, ran far away, touched her nose and said, "don't call the cleaning company. I'll clean it up. You're tired all the way back. Go up to have a rest and take a bath for a while."

Jing chihan looks ok, but there are still many wounds on his body. Although they are not serious, he still can't touch the water. At present, he can only take a bath.

The man's dissatisfied lips.

Jos had gone to the kitchen, took out the broom, and began to clean up.

"Don't worry about it," Jing said

Joss looked at him and said, "it's too dirty and unhygienic."

"Then take a shower first." He said, get up, take her hand, and go upstairs.

Of course, Jos knows what he wants to do. This man is seriously injured, so he can't think about something serious. How can he always think about it? His heart is too impure and filthy!

When he got to the room, Jing chihan closed the door with his backhand and pushed joss into the bathroom.

Jos went in silently, holding a towel and wetting it under the tap.

Hand is still busy, behind, warm body has been pasted over, the man across the clothes, hold her firmly from behind, this time seems to be determined, will not let go.

Joss reflected through the mirror and squinted at him: "don't fool around."

He poked his head and kisses one by one fell on her neck and ears.

Jos was a little uncomfortable by his skillful movements, but he still held the position with integrity.

She pressed his more and more disorderly hand, gasped, tilted her head, pecked on his lips, and murmured in his ear.

Once that sentence is finished, Jing chihan doesn't move. He just looks down at her with dissatisfied eyes.

Jos didn't know if he was dazzled. He always felt aggrieved in his eyes.

With a smile, he broke off his hand, turned and looked up at him: "how about it? You choose for yourself. "

"No third choice?" After a long time, he asked reluctantly.

"You're not in good health now. You can't fool around," he said

He hugged her and found the corner of her waist. He went in with his fingers and said, "do you have the heart to do this to me?" He said, pushing forward, and joss felt clearly that he was reacting again.

She was helpless: "I can't bear it, so I'll give you two choices. Am I going now? Or do I help you with my hands? If you don't choose any of them, you will be the first one by default... "

Before her voice fell, he sighed, took her hand and put it in his sensitive place.

Seeing his dark, unwilling face, joss restrained his laughter and untied his belt buckle.

Half an hour later, joss washed his hands and came out first. Jing chihan came out with a heavy face.

After that, joss went downstairs to clean up the living room. Jing chihan changed his clothes, came down, sat down on the sofa, found a place, held two cats, and stared at her.

Joyce looked up at him. "Don't you go up and have a rest?"

"Enough sleep." It seems that he still hates what happened just now. His tone is not good.

"How about a movie to kill your time?" joss asked

"Whatever."

Jos flipped to a new movie that came out some time ago.

Help him put up the disc, joss began to busy, the result is less than ten minutes, the man turned off the TV.

"Isn't it pretty?" joss asked

"Yes." His tone was light, and his hand continued to rub the small head of the dough.

"Another one?"

"No more." He's so stuffy that he doesn't work hard at all.

Jos didn't know whether he was angry with her or something, but he just thought he was naive.

Put down the broom, she went over, nestled next to him, hugged him: "then what do you want to do?"

He was just about to speak.

Joss hastily added, "except for the disharmony."

The man was silent and gloomy.

Joss looked up at him, not amused. He moved his hand, pinched his fingertips and said, "do you want to ask Fu Chen or Yin Lin to accompany you? Anyway, we can't do official business, disharmonious things, drinking, snacks, spicy food, ice food, emotional ups and downs, and big movements. That's all. Everything else is OK. "

Jing chihan looked at her and didn't know what to say.

What else can we do?

But Jos is cautious, especially in his body. He has always been law-abiding. Jing chihan once saw it. After washing his stomach last time, he thought for a moment whether he had cancer or not. This is the second time, and it's more serious than last time. Naturally, Jos can't let him go easily.

At last, Jing chihan did nothing. The TV continued to play the movie, while he took his mobile phone and flipped it at will.

After two turns, I heard Jos's advice: "don't look at the mail, don't look at things related to business."

He was not willing to be gracious.

Jos was not at ease. He came to have a look and saw that he was brushing his microblog.

Jing zhehan's microblog is almost flooded. Last time, he posted a blog post asking how to coax his wife. After that, countless people enthusiastically offered their opinions. Now, 30000 of them have been forwarded and 80000 of them have been commented on. Among them, the topic of "local tyrants get red and guarantee the harmony between husband and wife" is even more popular.

Jing zhehan doesn't know what a red envelope is, but he is really bored now, so he gropes for it and finds out that it really has the function of sending a red envelope. He turns 50000 yuan into it, and then publishes a new blog.

"Make up with your wife, thank you." Then send out the red envelope.

Almost instantly, someone came to grab it.

Then, some of his microblogs began to be commented crazily.

——The local tyrant really appeared. It's not in vain that I came to brush every day. The local tyrant was indeed a local tyrant, with a red envelope of 50000 and a hundred and seven. Ha ha ha.

——After two hundred and one, I have decided to hold the local tyrant's thigh.

——Shit, cousin. I know there's a surprise when I use Weibo.