Chapter 661

Jiang Anzhi leans against the hot spring, hands on her legs, fingertips dancing on her greasy legs.

His hair was slightly wet, his thin lips were flushed by the heat, his slender neck had clear lines, his Adam's apple slipped occasionally, his chest muscles had beautiful lines, and there was no extra fat.

Handsome and lustful.

The wind haze sees at the beginning heart all missed to jump a few beat.

Jiang Anzhi slightly turned his head to see his wife's face flushed, a face obsessed, can't help but gently hook lips, eyebrows such as wave charm to ask

"Do you like it?"

"Eh?"

Fenglan was caught for the first time, shaking her head in embarrassment.

She's not a sex girl. She's just beautiful. But she doesn't like it.

But Jiang Anzhi put her chin on her knee in a funny way, with a sincere face: "I'm asking you if you like the fish pond I contracted for you. Where does teacher Xiaofeng think of?"

"..." at the beginning of the wind.

Now I just want to find a hole in the ground.

Uncle Jiang came to make fun of her again. Damn it.

"I like it."

I didn't expect that Jiang Che would happily clap the water at the end of the hot spring and answer loudly. After a while, he swam to his husband and wife, and his small body was still squeezed into Jiang Anzhi's arms: "Dad, I especially like it, invincible like it."

Then he took a few mouthfuls on Jiang Anzhi's face and gave Jiang Anzhi a drool.

For a moment, the beauty of Jiang'an has all become warmth.

The movie emperor had no choice but to smile and hug the little boy: "we'll come to the hot spring again in winter."

"Yes, yes. Can I ask Xiao Huo to play with me then?"

Jiang Anzhi nodded: "as long as he is free."

"Dad, you're the best." Jiang Che happily continues to circle in Jiang Anzhi's arms.

The little boy is singing and dancing peacefully and happily in an's arms. When he knows that his father is going to return to work, and he will not be able to see him for a year and a half, he will have to cry over the Great Wall.

The wind haze beginning in the heart secretly shakes head, to the sentiment to the nature river young master.

Forget it. Let him have a good time for a few days.

After soaking in the hot spring for a while, I was worried that Mr. Jiang couldn't bear it. Fenglan forced him to come up.

Mr. Jiang, who was only wearing a pair of swimming trunks, was soaked in red. He was carved with powder and jade, especially like ginseng essence in the mountains.

Feng LAN chuxiao helps him clean his body and change his clothes. Jiang Che doesn't struggle, but looks at his father in the hot spring greedily.

"It's OK. Let's make it after dinner."

Feng LAN saw his nostalgia at the beginning and comforted him: "it's right to soak less for many times."

When Ms. Xiaofeng said that, he was relieved and developed new toys in the courtyard.

Half of the courtyard is a hot spring, the other half is a garden, and there are swings.

Jiang Che runs and swings.

Wind haze at the beginning of the eye time, more than four in the afternoon, almost to the meal point.

She patted Jiang Anzhi on the head: "you look after your son."

After that, I got up and went to make dinner for father and son.

The kitchen of this house is similar to that of home, at least the furnishings and utensils are the same.

Feng Lanchu soon realized that this should be Jiang Anzhi's handwriting. Maybe he specially told Cui Ximing to make it one-to-one according to the furnishings of his family.

Although an Zhi's paranoia has lasted for ten years, it has greatly facilitated her.

At least do not have to adapt to the environment, according to the usual memory directly copied things can be used.

This thought, an Zhi's paranoia is also good, she finally knows what it means to be at home.

Although I'm in a guest's home, I'm totally at home.

Xiaofeng doesn't know that this mountain is indeed an Zhi's "own home" for someone.