Chapter 1462

At this time, nanchenghe couldn't help but feel joyful and showed his feelings to the public. You know, Nancheng Pei has never been a happy person, but now she can't help but rush to Jianyao and hold her tightly in her arms.

Jian Yao, however, was at a loss. What's wrong with the word "husband".

Nan Shengyuan is also a good looker. Seeing that her parents are holding each other, she goes to Shen liyang to find warmth.

Jianyao is at a loss for nanchengyi's eagerness to bring her tea and water. She can only touch the prince's hair to distract her attention.

When the banquet court and Xie Yan will leave home, the mansion is almost finished, and Li He also comes back.

"No. That's good. " Looking at Xie Yan coming down from the ladder, Li he couldn't help admiring him.

"Husband, you are back!" When Luo bao'er called her husband, she took a look at Jian Yao in the clouds.

"Honey, did you have a good meal at home today? Are you good?" When Li he saw his wife, it was like a different person. It is expected that Yanting and Xie Yan have long known what kind of beloved wife their elder brother is, but when they see here, they can't help turning around.

Xie Yan also took back all the thoughts he just wanted to ask for credit, while the banquet hall shook his head slightly. Sure enough, love can make people's temperament change greatly.

When the whole family was having dinner, Li he said, "today is really a hard day for Xiao ting and Xiao Yan. They chose to decorate the gifts and home. I'm too busy."

"It's OK. The family is really busy." Shen Liyang sees her son blaming herself and helps him out.

"Honey, you're not trying to earn money to support me. It doesn't matter. When you can't be with me, there are mom and Yaoyao Lobo blinked and said to Li He.

However, Li he was a little sad in his heart. After all, for Luo bao'er, she doesn't know about Rong Jiayan's daughter today.

"I don't have much to do these two days. When my company is free, I will come back to help with the arrangement." Nanchenghe seems to be careless, but even Jian Yao can guess that his usual temperament is not so enthusiastic.

As soon as people think back, Jian Yao's sweet and greasy husband also guessed eight points. It seems that it is really the best life for a coquettish woman.

After dinner, Lobo wanted to continue teasing taro and watching variety show, but he was left to Hera's room.

"Going to bed so early? It's only nine o'clock. Ah, I want to watch some more TV. " Luo bao'er stares at Li He's eyes like a coquetry, and a pair of apricot eyes are full of prayers.

If put in peacetime, Li He will not disobey Luo bao'er's request, but now, when he thinks of Rong Jiayan's behavior today, he doesn't want Luo bao'er to escape his sight.

"Honey, I just miss you. I want to stay with you." Li He's voice was low, and he buried his head in Lobo's neck.

Spray from the warm breathing let Luo Baoer body slightly tremble, also forget his just request, stupefied touch from the hair. A warm feeling came to her.

As if they were natural, they moved from the back of the door to the dressing table, and then from the dressing table to the bed.

After a cloud and rain, Lobo sweetly nestles in Li He's arms. Remaining on his body is still the smell of Eau De Cologne Perfume.

Luo bao'er sniffs his own smell. It seems that after two people have been together for a long time, their smell and appearance will change and become more and more like each other.

She looked at from he Gao Ting's nose, gentle eyes, it seems like him, also good.

"What are you thinking, baby?" I don't know when, Li He has turned a direction, looking straight at Luo bao'er.

Luo bao'er was shocked by his eyes with obvious intention, but in a flash, he immediately started the car.

"I wonder if our future daughters will be like you or me."

Before Lobo's reaction, she has been turned over and pressed to Lihe's body.

When Luo Baoer had no strength, Li He reluctantly let her go.

The sound insulation effect of the room in the mansion away from home was excellent, so they were not very restrained just now. At this time, Luo bao'er is paralyzed on the bed. From her red cheeks, we can see that she really has no strength.

"Honey, tell me a bedtime story. I'm so sleepy. " Luo bao'er muttered in a low voice. Li He looked at her child's appearance with a smile in his mouth.

"A long time ago, there was a king..." less than five minutes after Herbert began to read, Lobo had already fallen asleep.

Li he just put the pillow on the cup and covered it for Luo bao'er. Looking at Luo Baoer's sweet face in his sleep, he can't help thinking of what happened in the company today.

It's not much different from usual, but when Li he wanted to leave the company today, he was stopped by the front desk.

"Mr. Li, a lady asked me to deliver this to you today. Look at that figure. It's like the one before. " The little girl at the front desk said.

Li He is so clever that he doesn't need the little girl to tell him that she should be Rong Jiayan.

Except for her, no one would be so shameless to have been pouncing on a man she played with.

Li He nodded and picked up the envelope in the front desk girl's hand. When Lihe got into the car, he carefully opened the envelope.

There are only two lines on it.

"It's my stuff, and I'll always get it. Ah, you are meant to be mine. "

Thinking of Rong Jiayan's sour and hypocritical face, Li he immediately crumpled the letter paper and threw it out of the window.

What Li he didn't know was that what he had just done was deeply in Rong Jiayan's eyes on the other side of the parking lot.

At this time, Rong Jiayan is in his car, watching Li he throw out her letter. Instead of anger, she smiles, but in her eyes is a flame of jealousy. The flame seems to be able to swallow people in general, at least, it has burned most of Rong Jiayan's own reason.

Li he didn't pay attention to the contents of his letter, but what happened next made him more afraid of this woman

It turns out that what rongjiayan said is to get at all costs. Even, it doesn't matter if it is destroyed in one's own hands.