After that, Qin Yuchuan didn't ask Li Tinghe for account, but occasionally borrowed money from her.

After more than ten years, Bai Jingxuan found that the surname Qin had a growing appetite. When she gave money, he showed deep affection. If she didn't give money, he was indifferent.

It was only in the later stage of her previous life that she saw clearly. The surname Qin basically regarded her as a humanoid ATM.

Now I can't wait to slap Qin.

Lying in a comfortable quilt, Bai Jingxuan looked into the dark night sky through the open window.

Li Tinghe is not here. He misses him a little.

Qin Yuchuan's email was deleted. She wanted to leave a message for Li Tinghe on wechat. She found that they were not good friends.

Enter Li Tinghe's mobile phone number to search. The verification box didn't fill in a word, and sent a blank request.

Unexpectedly, Li Tinghe over there passed in seconds.

[Master Li, are you busy?] She typed a line and sent it with some reserve. After all, this is the first time to chat with my husband on wechat in my previous life and this life.

Ling Mochi pestles behind him like a stone carving, and his stomach is feigned: who is so ignorant and bothers Master Li's work, not to die.

Unexpectedly, Li Tinghe answered two words without thinking about it, [not busy.]

Ling Mochi was surprised. Who was the expert who could strengthen Master Li's wechat and get the imperial edict reply? Unfortunately, each other's head is like a maple tree full of fallen leaves.

No gender at all.

[Master Li, when will you be back?] There's news again.

Lingmochi wanted to answer: Lord Li said to work overtime all night.

[now.] The corner of Li Tinghe's lips showed a radian that he couldn't even notice, so he got up and left.

Ling Mochi shouted in the back, "Master Li, I should have been pardoned. Don't you have to stand all night?"

Li Tinghe's icy eyes revealed the meaning of looking at idiots, "talk more."

Ling Mochi suddenly realized that the expert who won the oracle was Bai Jingxuan, the stupid woman. She was the only one in Master Li's house.

"Master Li, it's agreed to work all night for the country. How can you go back and be harmed by the demon girl?" Ling someone wants to cry without tears.

……

More than ten minutes later, Bai Jingxuan stood on the terrace on the third floor of he Tingyu villa and saw Li Tinghe coming down from the Rolls Royce driving into the courtyard. He entered the villa hall in a tall and straight and cold figure.

"It's cold at night. Why don't you sleep?" Li Tinghe came behind her, took off his suit and coat and put it on Bai Jingxuan from behind.

Wrapped in his coat, for a moment, the warm and pleasant smell of men rushed into his nose, isolating the cold of the night. Bai Jingxuan tightened his clothes, turned around and looked up at his resolute and perfect outline. His eyes were like the most shining obsidian in the night, cold and arrogant, but extremely attractive.

Her heart could not help trembling, "I can't sleep at once."

I haven't said Miss to him in my last life and this life. I'm so embarrassed that I can't open my mouth.

Li Tinghe's deep eyes also fell on her beautiful face. Her skin was as white as a freshly peeled Ling. Her beautiful eyes looked forward to it. She was demon but not gorgeous. There was a sense of beauty immersed in her heart and spleen.

Since seeing her more than ten years ago, she is his.

It can only be him!

Qi Rui's eyes are full of overbearing possessiveness. He encircles her thin shoulders, takes her to the master bedroom and lets her lie down in the warm quilt.

Like last time, he just sat quietly by the bed and didn't mean to sleep with her, "sleep."

From the angle she lay, she could just see the cold lines of his jaw. No matter from which angle, he was full of blood and masculinity.