Chapter 1790

Not much, Ling Wanxing and Huo Zhuyan came to the restaurant downstairs of the hotel.

As it was just after eight o'clock, they sat opposite each other and ate breakfast in silence.

At this time, Ling Zihuan, who is in the Su family, got up early.

After inquiring about the servant, he ran directly to Qiao Mu's guest room.

They are going out to play this morning. Mommy said she would take her to the old street in Beicheng.

The little girl is thinking about her second uncle all the time. She doesn't even eat. She plans to wake him up first.

She ran to the door of the guest room and listened to it.

But there was no movement in the room. The little girl guessed that the second uncle might not wake up.

This thought, Ling Zihuan evil from the edge of the gall, snickered and twisted the handle, want to go in to give his uncle a call early service.

Fortunately, the door of the guest room wasn't locked.

Ling Zihuan quietly pushes open a crack and peeps into it.

But I didn't see anything.

The curtains in the guest room were so good that she could only vaguely see a raised figure on the bed.

Ling Zihuan twisted her brows, crept into the guest room, and gently closed the door.

She stood in the same place and rubbed her hands. Then she rushed towards the big bed and called out, "uncle, get up!"

The little girl screamed a little high. She ran and yelled. When she ran to the bedside, she jumped forward on tiptoe. As a result, she fell on Qiao Mu's arms!

"Well..." Ling Zihuan's nose bumps into Qiao Mu's chest, and she is in pain, and she is breathing.

In fact, when she opened the door, Qiao Mu already knew.

So when the little girl rushed over, he suddenly sat up from the bed and caught her figure.

At this time, Ling Zihuan half kneels at the bedside, is held by Qiao mu in his arms, and is still rubbing his nose.

"Second uncle, when did you wake up?"

The little girl asked, with water in her eyes.

The next second, as she gradually adapted to the darkness in the room, she found that the man holding her... Didn't wear a coat.

Ling Zihuan's face was close to his chest skin. Her eyes blinked and blinked, and she couldn't help reaching out to touch it.

How slippery!

Qiao Mu has no time to speak

He looked down at Ling Zihuan's stupefied expression, raised her chin, forced her to look up at himself, "early in the morning, ran to make trouble, had breakfast?"

Ling Zihuan's thick eyelashes trembled. She shook her head and fiddled with his hand. Her eyes kept glancing down

Second uncle's figure is really good!

The texture is clear, it doesn't look like a cardia, and the lines are particularly good-looking. It feels smooth.

Ling Zihuan kept pressing her eyelids to look down and turned a deaf ear to Qiao Mu's inquiry.

The little girl finally avoided his hand, and then looked at his figure.

Curiosity, everyone has it!

What's more, such a good figure is her second uncle's!

Ling Zihuan can't help but want to get started. She gently depicts Qiao Mu's clavicle with her fingertips and pokes it with a serious gesture.

Eyes slowly down, line to his left chest position, suddenly a meal.

Ling Zihuan went forward and looked at Qiao Mu again. He rubbed his finger to the two centimeter scar and bit the corner of his mouth and said, "second uncle, this is the place where he was injured before?"

"Well." Qiao Mu answered and felt a little thirsty.

The head melon in front of him always swayed left and right in front of his chest, and the slightly disordered broken hair scratched his jaw from time to time, like a cat's paw, tickling his heart.