Chapter 1165

"What do you mean you don't talk? I promised to accompany you to Yuliao Kyoto, but I didn't accompany you to die! "

Zhao Wanxi showed a slight frown, and her temper was ignited instantly. She rushed directly to the man, forcing him to face her. He had to give her an explanation.

At the beginning, she promised to come to Yuliao Kyoto with him, but she didn't expect that there would be a lot of accidents. For a pot of clear water, would she have to die here?

Leng Jun Ao's deep eagle eyes looked at her water eyes and said: "even if I die, I will never let you die!"

Although his voice is very low, it can't hide the frenzied power, strong and domineering, firm and resolute.

Zhao Wanxi's heart trembled. She didn't know whether it was because of the man's words or his eyes.

Even if he died, he would never let her die! Although this sentence brought her a moment of shock, but come back to God, also feel just an excuse!

After a short period of stupefaction, Zhao Wanxi cleared her throat and rebuked in a cold voice: "who believes in you, sweet words?"

As the breeze came, the morning light fell on the ground through the window frame, mottled with shadows.

The bright light on the man suddenly darkened. Leng junao's deep eagle eyes were a bit more dark and evil. Leng Buding pulled her arm. Zhao Wanxi's body lost its center of gravity and fell towards the man's direction. The whole person sat on his leg.

"Do you think I'm a man of rhetoric?"

Leng Jun's eyebrows are high, his eyes are cold, and his delicate facial features are awe inspiring.

Zhao Wanxi fell into the man's warm arms. Such a close distance made her heart beat faster and her brain was blank for a few seconds. She soon broke away from the man's arms and blinked ten meters away.

She glared angrily with her apricot eyes: "if a gentleman talks but doesn't do anything, you Hooligan

Not angry to drop this sentence, Zhao Wanxi also seems to turn around and run, because her cheeks are getting hotter and hotter, the ironing is about to burn up, even she can't control herself, there is no way to continue to face the devil.

Along the road in memory, she ran back to the bedroom. The baby just woke up crying, and the maid couldn't coax her.

"Give me the baby, and you can prepare some hot milk..."

Zhao Wanxi picked up the baby, the little guy did not cry, opened the watery eyes, black eyelashes flickered, smart looking at her, this small eyes look like a very sensible child.

This pink face, with delicate and three-dimensional features, can be identified as the son of the big devil without DNA testing. It's just a miniature version of him.

At the thought of her intimate contact with a man just now, Zhao Wanxi's face was burning hot. She turned her lips to the baby, and her voice was very low. She was angry: "fat boy, when you grow up, don't follow your father's bad rascal and do nothing to other girls..."

Her words, swaddling fat boy even chuckled, pink face, especially gratifying.

Zhao Wanxi is really amused by this fat boy. Does he really understand people's words?

After a while, the maid brought the steaming fresh milk. Zhao Wanxi became a nurse with great patience, feeding the fat boy one by one until he was full. After holding him for a while, the fat boy fell asleep again.

Staring at his pink face, Zhao Wanxi suddenly thought that this fat boy seems to have no name!