Chapter 423： : Kitchen warmth, shameless cohabitation (one more

No, Tang Xiang just said, "You take a moment."

She is not a bodhisattva. She is also ruthless in shopping malls, but in the face of big things and wrongs, she has always been very measured. In this regard, Jiang Xiaolin is not as good as her.

"Okay, listen to you."

"Come back early." She made an excuse awkwardly, "My soup is going to be cold."

It wasn't any special dialogue, Jiang Xiaolin still tasted the sweetness, smiled and agreed. When he hung up the phone, he closed his smile and opened the door and entered the ward.

Sitting on the ground, Jiang Fuli immediately raised her head: "Cousin?" Her eyes were covered by a black cloth, and her hands and feet were tied up.

Jiang Xiaolin motioned to the man behind him.

The man knew, he used to remove the black cloth from Jiang Fuli's eyes, and the bright light that suddenly entered her eyes made her uncomfortable, and she reached out to block the light.

Jiang Xiaolin stood two meters away from her: "Remember this place?"

Jiang Fuli looked up and looked around. She was Tang Xiang who was in this filming. Now that the situation is changing, she has become a turtle in the urn. The current situation does not leave her a way out, but can only show weakness.

"I'll return all the shares to you, cousin. Just this time, when I'm not sensible, let me go." She pleaded.

One cousin one bite, I don’t know how good they are.

"If you let it go, it will let you go." Jiang Xiaolin said, "I won't do murder and arson."

Jiang Fuli just breathed a sigh of relief--

"However," he dragged his tone slowly.

A word of heaven, a word of hell, play with people.

Jiang Fuli looked up at him.

He was careless, as if joking: "How can you learn to be sensible if you don't suffer a bit?" This tone is not at all like his usual gentle and gentle.

Brother Lin of the Jiang family is not a gentleman, but a wolf in human skin.

Jiang Fuli was nervous and stared at him vigilantly: "What are you going to do?"

"For the sake of the same surname, I don't charge interest, so I ask for a principal."

She understood what he was going to do.

Before Jiang Xiaolin turned to go out, Jiang Fuli crawled over and grabbed his hand, his face flushed with panic: "Cousin, I won't dare anymore. You let me go this time, please cousin. "

Hard work.

She is always smart.

Jiang Xiaolin actually didn't eat this set much, but he remembered the phone call Tang thought about just now.

Well, my girlfriend said to be more relaxed.

He pushed Jiang Fuli's hand away, and told the man behind him: "Find a woman to come in and take pictures of her."

This is his final step backward.

As the "brother", he gave another piece of advice: "In the future, if you dare to think about what Tang wants, it's more than just asking for a principal."

"Cousin—"

Huh!

The door was closed, and all the shouts were left behind.

Human beings are actually very low-bone creatures. They often have to wait until they have tasted the pain before they know whether they repented or not repented.

Jiang Xiaolin arrived home at eleven o'clock when he just opened the door.

Tang wanted to sit on the sofa in the living room, holding a laptop, and raised his head: "Drink soup?"

This opening remark...

Jiang Xiaolin put down the key, walked over, and threw down his suit jacket: "Drink."

Tang wanted to put down the computer: "Go wash your hands."

Jiang Xiaolin had a hunch that he and Tang wanted to get married in the future, and they would definitely be under her control. It was as large as what time to leave work, and as small as washing hands and drinking soup.

He didn't wash his hands and followed her to the kitchen. The soup was still on the fire. She turned off the fire, tasted it, and added some salt to it.

It means that she hasn't drunk it and has been waiting for him.

Jiang Xiaolin stood behind her with smiles in his eyes: "Just waiting for me?"

She refused: "No, I'm working overtime."

Hard mouth!

He hugged her from behind, resting his chin on her shoulder. She didn't like to use perfume. She was full of the smell of shower gel. The shower gel was his.

"The photo issue is resolved."

Tang Xiang stood still and looked back at him: "Where is Jiang Fuli?"

He put his hand on her waist, stretched out his hand to wrap it around, and stuffed a storage card in her hand: "Take it away." These photos can ensure that Jiang Fuli won't make her mind.

Tang wanted to understand, and said nothing else, "Thank you."

He doesn't like it, see outside.

"I don't want to be verbal." His tone was a little bit rough.

Tang Xiang turned around, stood on tiptoe, hooked his neck, and gave him a deep kiss.

He likes this.

The ears and temples were rubbed together, and his breath was intertwined. His eyes became a bit hot: "Tang thinks."

"Ok?"

He suddenly asked: "Mind premarital **** and behavior?"

Tang Xiang thought about it seriously, "I don't mind." He doesn't mind.

He leaned in her ear: "I don't mind."

Tang wanted to be itchy by him and hid back: "What about then?"

He hooped her waist and brought her back into his arms. Qingjun's face was smiling unkindly: "Then it's up to you." He took a picking posture of Ren Jun.

Tang wanted to push him: "Rogue."

He was too tall with his arms around her with both hands, and he bent down to look at her in a rogue tone: "Then you play rogue to me too, I don't mind."

Tang didn't want to talk to him and said the business: "Your hands are almost ready, I have to move back."

His good mood was ruined by her words. The hand that hugged her waist slid down, broke off, and swayed: "It’s almost as good as it is. I can’t lift it up. stand up."

Tang wanted to pierce him: "When you just kissed me, your hand was raised."

So incomprehensible, what did he like her?

Jiang Xiaolin doesn't care: "You have to move back, you have to pick me up."

She laughed and scolded: "Rogue."

"No way, your boyfriend is a rascal."

He pressed her to the cupboard and kissed her hard.