Chapter 1247

Tang Qiaowan looked back at Ling's dark face. Then he looked up at long Yuchen and said in a low voice, "Yuchen, it's not good for you to fight against my father like this."

Long Yuchen, holding her up the magnificent revolving stairs, looked down at her with a smile and said, "don't worry, I have plenty of ways to deal with him."

Smell speech, Tang Qiao late tiny frown, lift Mou to look at him to say: "you can't deal with too much head, at that time......"

"What? Afraid your father won't marry you to me? Or are you afraid that you won't be able to face me day and night, sleep in the same bed and drive till dawn? " Long Yuchen's eyes were full of flattering smile. He looked at Tang Qiaowan tenderly. Then he lowered his head to kiss her forehead and said with a smile: "you hate to marry so much!"

"You hate to marry." Tang Qiaowan glared at him and lowered her head. She knew that she couldn't care too much about long Yuchen. Otherwise, he would be proud and said something that made her embarrassed and embarrassed and wanted to drill a hole in the ground.

Linghan night see long Yuchen in front of him, holding his daughter upstairs, his angry face almost green.

The tiger is not angry, when he is a sick cat!

That smelly boy dares to fight against him. He has to let that smelly boy have a good look at his cold night.

Then he turned his head and looked at Mrs. Ling, "grandma, I remember the first time I brought Momo back to England. You said you couldn't live together before marriage, right?"

One side of the Lin Mo Mo a listen to him to ask this words, know what move he is playing.

She is a little speechless. How old is she? She is still worrying about her son-in-law to be.

Looking at Ling Hanye, Mrs. Ling nodded and said, "it's not only before marriage, but also an old rule. The married daughter can't live with her husband when she goes back to her mother's home."

Ling cold night listen to the old lady said so, hook lip a smile, then called the housekeeper, let him go to prepare room for long Yuchen.

Upstairs, Tang Qiaowan's boudoir, Lin Momo and Ling Hanye have already been arranged.

The bedroom is pink. Almost everything in it is pink.

Pink chandeliers, pink expensive carpets, pink curtains, pink beds, pink quilts, pink sheets, pink wardrobes and so on. The ceiling is also very beautiful pink with beautiful patterns

The room is very big, every place is full of warm, warm and comfortable taste.

As soon as Tang Qiaowan went in, he was shocked.

"What a beautiful room."

At the same time, the servant who brought her and long Yuchen in looked at her and said, "miss three, this room is arranged for you by your husband. Everything in this room is selected by your husband and wife."

"Is this room arranged by daddy?" Hearing the servant say that the room was arranged by Ling Hanye, Tang Qiaowan was a little surprised.

The servant looked at her and nodded, "yes, miss three."

Smelling speech, Tang Qiao looked at the bedroom with a smile at night, and said: "I didn't expect that Daddy knew the girl's mind so well."

Long Yuchen, who had been ignored for a while, pulled her into his arms, looked down at her and said, "I know. If you like a pink room, our room can be decorated like this."

Tang Qiaowan raised his eyes and looked at him, "you are a big man living in a room full of powder. Don't you feel uncomfortable?"

Long Yuchen replied with a smile: "as long as you are here, no matter where I live, no matter what kind of room I live in, I will not be uncomfortable."

"I'm uncomfortable." Linghan night's unhappy voice suddenly rang again.