Chapter 427

In addition, he let Chengfeng survey results coincide with his own ideas.

These are not difficult.

"But what are you going to do in the future?"

Han Su asked.

I remember that an Xianyang told himself before that he should take good care of an Xiaojing.

"I don't know."

Leng Yichen looked at the person on the bed again, and his white face was a little watery.

Just now, Han Su applied such a thick layer of soft glue to her.

"Don't worry, her face will be fine. The medicine I put on her will prevent her from allergies. But if she can come back to you, and still bear this layer of skin, there must be a lot of unknown things. You should be careful in everything

Han Su advised.

He always felt that an Xiaojing was not as simple as before.

Leng Yichen nodded.

Seeing off Han Su, he walked lightly to the head of the bed. Looking at the person on the bed, his heart beat faster.

How long has it been since I saw this face again?

And all he wants is this face?

Of course not. Leng Yichen's hand caresses an Xiaojing's disordered hair. Every touch is a long lost heart.

"Sorry, I miss you so much."

His voice is very soft, whether the people in bed can hear it or not.

Looking at the people on the bed quietly, I never felt that time was so precious.

Reunion, never thought it would be such a scene.

An Xiaojing's dream is a little noisy.

She met peacocks who could dive and sharks who could climb.

I'm in a very dreamy and dangerous world, but I don't want to leave.

Until someone starts calling her name gently.

"Xiaojing, Xiaojing!"

Over and over again, the sound was a little fragmented.

But it never stopped, as if she didn't want to stay in this aimless fantasy world.

"Xiaojing."

Who would it be?

Who would know her name? Who can see through the face behind her fake face?

Slowly, I opened my eyes. The light in the room was very dark.

And her waist side, still have a pair of hands, that person's head presses between own neck.

Who is it?

An Xiaojing's eyes widened slightly. Her reaction and her breath changed a little, so Leng Yichen knew that she woke up.

But they were not in a hurry to admit each other. Leng Yichen's breath came steadily.

An Xiaojing's heart beat faster for no reason.

"It's a little strong."

Leng Yichen's voice is hoarse, but full of magnetism. It seems that she deliberately tightened her arm ring around an Xiaojing's waist.

"How cold is it?"

When an Xiaojing recognized the source of her voice, she felt relieved.

"Well, it's me."

Leng Yichen admitted.

An Xiaojing still doesn't turn around. She doesn't understand. What is Leng Yichen doing now?

Is it possible that the ultimate obligation of being a secretary should be fulfilled?

Hidden rules by the boss?

"Leng Shao, you can't sneak me!"

In order to break the awkward atmosphere, an Xiaojing took the initiative to speak.

Because I don't know, Leng Yichen has seen through everything she has.

"Yes

Leng Yichen's answer was unambiguous.

Eyes in the dim light, emitting a desire to let people see through.

"So forget your wife and sleep with your secretary?"

Somehow, an Xiaojing suddenly got angry.

Is Leng Yichen going to betray his image in public so soon?

"I saved you. You should know how to repay me."

Leng Yichen's voice gradually softened down, buried her head deep in an Xiaojing's neck, and then took a strong breath.

"You told Tao Fanfan that it was my wife. Have you forgotten?"

This

An Xiaojing didn't know how to answer.

"I said it in a hurry. I said I was your secretary. Can those people let me go?"

She explained, but did not know why, always unable to resist Leng Yichen's breath.

"But you're pretending to be my wife. What would she think if she heard that?" Leng Yichen's tone is a little funny.

He's not in a hurry to get to the bottom of everything. What an Xiaojing doesn't know is that her original appearance has been exposed in Leng Yichen's eyes.

"Leng Shao, can't you tell who I am? If it's your wife, I can't prove it in a word. "An Xiaojing wants to get up. She struggles.

Such posture and tone are too ambiguous.

She's Cheng Fei, not an Xiaojing.

However, after exerting all her strength to spread the man's hands, an Xiaojing was pressed down by Leng Yichen before she sat up.

Now he's definitely looking at her face.

"Cold little!"

An Xiaojing's eyes are somewhat evasive, but Leng Yichen can't possibly know who she is.

"Where do you want to go?"

The voice is very gentle. Leng Yichen's eyes are shining with a bright light.

His hands clasped an Xiaojing's two arms,

let her under her body, no longer able to move.

"What are you doing?"

An Xiaojing realized that there was something wrong with Leng Yichen today. It was not because she had saved herself once that she had to sacrifice herself.

"I don't want to let you go any more."

Leng Yichen's action is very tough, but his tone is very soft.

Her eyes were full of affection, and an Xiaojing was in a trance.

"Leng Yichen, don't do that. If you have something to say, what do you mean now?"

An Xiaojing struggles under him, but she can feel the obvious change of some part of him.

Breath, a moment of embarrassment and ambiguity.

She was afraid to move again.

Because it's too dangerous.

"What do you mean by me?"

This sentence, he said a little patience, the whole person seems to be suppressing an emotion.

Of course, an Xiaojing understands.

Two people maintained such posture, after a while, Leng Yichen just calmed down a little.

Then she released an Xiaojing's hand.

"Can you tell me who you are?"

Leng Yichen fell to one side, then turned aside and looked at the woman carefully.

This is the person he missed so much.

"I'm Cheng Fei. What's the matter, Leng Shao? Who do you think I am?"

An Xiaojing tried to calm her mood just now, but the red tide on her face still didn't fade.

"I'm sorry."

Leng Yichen suddenly opened her mouth, and an Xiaojing's eyes widened a little.

Why did he say that all of a sudden?

"I'm sorry, Xiaojing."

Leng Yichen opens his mouth, and as soon as her voice falls, an Xiaojing is shocked.

the light in the room is still so dim, but it can't reflect the turbulent hearts of the two people on the bed.

Leng Yichen? Have you seen through everything?

Before an Xiaojing got up, Leng Yichen got up from one side and spread out his clothes like the wings of a butterfly. Then, the beautiful man stood quietly in front of an Xiaojing.