Chapter 162

Ji Qingshang stared at the pleasant monsoon smoke in front of her eyes. In her memory, she would only hide in the corner. She could not be heavy with the little girl in front of her. But soon, Ji Qingshang was back to her mind.

"I know, how can I not know you? I just didn't expect that when you ran to this poor place, you could still make so many things. At the beginning, I didn't see that you were such a restless person." Season clothes sneer

the monsoon smoke shrugs slightly, and doesn't care about the sneer of season clothes.

Jiru is now the head of Jiru's family. Now Jiru is more than half a hundred years old. Jiru has three sons and two daughters. Jiqiao, the father of monsoon smoke, is his third son, ranking the fifth. Jiqingchang, the daughter of Jiru's little daughter, is the daughter of Jiru's little daughter. She was raised in Jiru's family since she was a child. Because her father has a very high position in the capital, she is also popular in Jiru's family Baby pimples in the palm.

If monsoon smoke used to be a deceptive doormat at Jijia, then jiqingshang is the real miss of Jijia.

It's like the difference between the clouds and the mud.

When the original owner was at Ji's house, he was bullied by Ji Qingshang.

"The visitor is the guest. Sit down and say it." The opening of the good disposition of the monsoon smoke, the graceful posture and the publicity of the seasonal mood clothes are particularly striking.

Season love clothes cold hum, bright eyes contemptuously looked at the monsoon flue: "do not need you to fake, monsoon smoke you should not think, you under the name of a season City Lord, really want to fly to the branches to become Phoenix?"

"If he didn't pity you and give you a bite of food, you dead girl who nobody wants can live to see..."

Jiqingshang's words are not finished, but the monsoon smoke suddenly put down the teacup in his hand.

Kuang Dang interrupted Ji Qingchang's unfinished words.

Season love dress slightly a Leng, look up to season wind smoke, but found that monsoon smoke is looking at her with those bright eyes.

"Qingchang, sit down first." Jimubai, who had not yet spoken, finally spoke at this moment.

Ji Qingchang returns to her senses, bites her teeth and stares at the monsoon smoke, then reluctantly sits beside Ji mubai.

The monsoon smoke seems to hang down the eyes without any incident, arbitrarily holding up the tea cup for drinking, but the corner of the eyes has swept the handsome young man.

Ji mubai, one of the most gifted children of Ji's family, was only 18 years old. He has become an excellent mage and the son of Ji Ru's eldest son. He is loved by Ji's family. The original master has little memory of Ji mubai. This young man, regarded as a genius by Ji's family, has no communication with the original master. Only by chance, the original master met Ji mubai Once.

But that time, it was enough for the original Lord to regard Ji mubai, the seemingly gentle and elegant prince, as a devil.

Monsoon smoke quietly tea, waiting for jimubai to open.

Ji mubai appeases Ji Qingshang's impatience, and his eyes slowly fall on the monsoon smoke. As early as the moment when the monsoon smoke appears, Ji mubai has been looking at the monsoon smoke. It is undeniable that this meeting really surprised Ji mubai. The monsoon smoke in front of him is totally different from the cowardly little waste in the past.

But

Jimubai's mouth raised a gentle smile and looked at the monsoon flue: "wind and smoke, long time no see, is it OK?"