Chapter 377

But ye Jiahe knows that Ji Yijie's shyness is more than resistance. She chuckles quietly, and her expression is never relaxed.

Just when ye Jiahe was ready to put away his mobile phone, the door of the master bedroom was suddenly pushed open. Ji yisasa came in and saw Ye Jiahe was still beside the bed. He was slightly stunned.

Then, Ji yisasa's brow twisted: "so late, still don't sleep?"

Ye Jiahe didn't say a word. He just looked at Ji yisasa and laughed.

Then she took the initiative to stand up and walk in the direction of Ji yisasa. She stretched out her hand to encircle Ji yisasa's waist and put her small face on the man's chest. Listening to the man's powerful heartbeat, she felt an unspeakable sense of satisfaction.

"What's the matter?" Ji yisasa asked softly.

"Ji yisasa, I love you very much." Ye Jiahe said word by word.

Ji yisasa couldn't get back to God, but he still responded to Ye Jiahe's words: "I love you too, Jiahe."

Ye Jiahe gently smiles and takes the initiative to rub Ji yisasa. Ji yisasa hugs him like this, and his mandible leans against Ye Jiahe's forehead: "why don't you go to bed so late? What happened?"

"Oh, No." Ye Jiahe shook his head, "I just talked with Xiaoyi for a while. Mianhuan called me."

"What did you say?" Ji yisasa asked casually.

"About Li Qin." Ye Jiahe didn't hide it.

Ji yisasa low smile, did not continue this topic, ye Jiahe also did not ask.

Soon, Ji yisasa changed the topic: "what did you talk with Xiaoyi?"

"Xiaoyi said, you are finally a good man." Ye Jiahe takes the key.

Anyway, it's a matter of course that the father and son will meet again in three years.

Ji Yijie still likes to pester Ji yisasa, but compared with many years ago, Ji Yijie is more independent now, and pestering Ji yisasa is more about fighting with Ji yisasa.

No matter what, a simple meal can become a war of words between father and son.

But this atmosphere, but people feel inexplicably good, as if waiting for a long time.

"Well, I'll take care of him tomorrow." What Ji yisasa said is not very serious.

Ye Jiahe is quiet: "I remember Xiaoyi used to call you daddy, now Xiaoyi see you, and see me, the same name."

"Very good, too. It proves that Xiaob has grown up. Sometimes it's better to be a friend than a parent. " Ji yisasa pinched the tip of Ye Jiahe's nose, "these things don't need to care too much."

At first, he was worried that Ji Yijie was still a little bad for Ji yisasa. But now that Ji yisasa said that, everything became less important.

It doesn't seem to matter much.

Ji yisasa's voice suddenly came back: "Xiaoyi is called daddy in private. When you are there, Xiaoyi is going to be a man and take care of her mother. Instead, she even calls me by name."

"Ah?" Ye Jiahe was stunned.

"The secret between father and son." Ji yisasa laughs, "save face for Xiaoyi."

Ye Jiahe hummed.

Stinky Xiaoyi.

But the smile at the corner of her mouth can't disperse, and she still feels happy after all. A lot of things, thoroughly put aside the clouds to see a sunny day, the best.

"Did the photographer come?" Ji yisasa asked suddenly.

"Here we are." Ye Jiahe answered, and then looked up at Ji yisasa, "the photos are very beautiful. The photographer of Nanchu deserves his reputation. He has never found that he can be so beautiful. I'm reluctant to delete a single photo. The selected photos are useless. "

Ji yisasa low smile: "fool, you are the most beautiful in my eyes. Ten Nanchu are not as good as you. "

"Nanchu is the national goddess." Ye Jiahe seldom quarrels with Ji yisasa.

"You can be my goddess." Ji yisasa is a good follower.

Ye Jiahe's face flushed, and her white skin was burning hot. Listening to Ji yisasa's words, ye Jiahe always felt his heart beat faster.

It seems very common words, from Ji yisasa's mouth, become particularly sweet words.

But looking at the passive situation he was told by Ji yisasa, ye Jiahe hummed: "Ji yisasa, did you do something sorry for me, so now your mouth is so sweet."

Ji yisasa picked an eyebrow: "well, yes."

Ye Jiahe

Then she listened to Ji yisasa's smile, especially pleasant: "back busy, no time to accompany his wife, is it sorry for his wife?"

"Ji yisasa!" Ye Jiahe is angry.

Two people fight mouth, the atmosphere has never been good.

The moonlight outside the window gradually hung on the treetop, some things in such a fight, inexplicably changed the tune, but also happened naturally.

On the white wall, the dim yellow light reflects the entangled figures.

It's like a mandarin duck with a cross neck.

……

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The next day.

When ye Jiahe woke up, Ji yisasa was still sleeping in bed. She watched quietly.

Ji yisasa, who was asleep, was less fierce and more gentle. His facial lines relaxed. His strong arms were still on Ye Jiahe's waist.

Ye Jiahe did not move.

But Ji yisasa still keenly felt it.

He opened his eyes and looked at Ye Jiahe, his voice was a little hoarse: "wake up?"

"Well." Ye Jiahe said, "I can't sleep. I can't sleep when I want to see Zhan ting."

Ji yisasa chuckled and sat up.

Ye Jiahe is a bit uninteresting, his eyes have shifted.

Ji yisasa found that his voice was low and hoarse: "I'm sorry to see it for so long?"

Ye Jiahe

As if she was shy, and as if she was at a loss to be teased by this man, she just stood up and got ready to get out of bed, while Ji yisasa's action was faster, so she pulled Ye Jiahe in front of her.

The next moment, Ji yisasa has been heavily on the red lips of Ye Jiahe.

Ye Jiahe struggled: "Ji yisasa..."

"Well behaved, get up. After breakfast, I'll take you to see Zhan ting. Zhan Ting is about to wake up at that time." Ji yisasa patted Ye Jiahe's ass and motioned her to get up.

Ye Jiahe struggles to get up and quickly walks into the bathroom. He is really afraid of being implicated by Ji yisasa again.

Ji yisasa looks at Ye Jiahe's figure and makes a low laugh. Soon, he stands up quickly, but he doesn't tease Ye Jiahe any more. He follows her into the bathroom, takes a quick shower and cleans up.

Ye Jiahe is brushing his teeth. The light from the corner of his eyes unconsciously looks at the direction of the shower room.