Chapter 197

Seeing the woman enter the bathroom and the two children sit in the baby chair, eating and playing steadily, Jiang Junyue stands up, walks to Lan Qing and says, "aunt Qing, come in with me."

"Oh, lacrosse, what's the matter?"

Two people's figure and voice soon disappeared in the bedroom. When LAN Jingyi finished taking care of herself, Lan Qing had already returned to her seat and sat on the chair. She was feeding two small things to eat porridge, while Jiang Junyue was waiting at the door in a suit. When she saw her coming out, she said, "let's go."

Lan Qing smiles. At this moment, her smile is equal to the painting of her grandson and granddaughter. It's a heartfelt smile, "Yi Yi, when you're busy at night, you'll come back to accompany your mother and your children, and the LaCrosse will come back."

The more Jiang Jun sweeps the place, the more he frowns. When he turns around and goes out, he thinks that he has to move. If he lives in this small place again, he really has no sex. Here is only the sofa for him.

LAN Jingyi followed Jiang Junyue closely, watching his tall figure go to the elevator, but she closed the door and stopped, "Jiang Junyue, come back."

"Well?" Women don't need him to coax them, so they are not angry. This makes Jiang Jun more useful. So, without thinking about anything, he goes back to LAN Jingyi.

Seeing that he really came back, LAN Jingyi pursed her little mouth and forced a smile on her face. But the more Jiang Jun looked at the little appearance, the more creepy he felt. He wanted to ask her what she was going to do. LAN Jingyi's little hand had knocked on the door of the small apartment next door. Of course, he didn't forget to press the doorbell on the door.

"Yi Yi..." Jiang Junyue wanted to stop, but it was too late. His voice was not as fast as her hand.

"A distant relative is not as good as a neighbor. You can say goodbye. They cooked breakfast for you. It's a pity that you don't understand the customs."

"Nonsense." Jiang Junyue lowered his voice and roared.

When the door opened, Yin Qingrou stood there like a flower that had just opened in the morning, "lacrosse, sister blue."

That sound blue elder sister is really cordial, but she has only today

with herself