Chapter 1187

Zhao Jian was stunned and her heart trembled. She slowly closed her eyes again.

She grew up, whether in the Zhao family or in the sanatorium, she experienced too many things. Whether it was the cruel persecution of doctors and nurses in the sanatorium, or the attitude of the Zhao family when she was in the Zhao family, her most sensitive thing was people's heart.

Some things can't be loaded.

Ji Rufeng, love her.

She slowly droops her eyes, Ji Rufeng bends over, picks her up, closes the door and goes inside.

The door of the porch closed and Zhao simply pushed him open.

"Take a bath."

As soon as Ji Rufeng stopped, Zhao Jian went upstairs.

This is her utmost tolerance.

Ji Rufeng is sluggish for a moment and enters the bathroom on the first floor.

Back to the room, there was no light in the room, and a shadow stood in front of the window.

He went over and hugged her from behind, wet.

The body in his arms is fragrant and soft, slowly soft in his arms. Ji Rufeng is stunned, and then he is overjoyed. His burning kiss sweeps her with his eagerness and enthusiasm.

At the end of the day, he was still lying on her, with a hoarse voice after the event. He said in her ear, "let's go home and live."

Zhao Jian suddenly opened her eyes and looked at him through the dim moonlight.

Ji Rufeng had mentioned this matter for a long time, but Zhao Jian didn't think it was appropriate at that time. After all, they were neither engaged nor married, and their name was not right.

When the man saw her surprised, he couldn't help laughing. He pecked at her lips and said, "what are you so surprised to do? Originally, I wanted to wait for me to decorate the old house, and then install our rooms to take you back, but now, I don't want to wait. "

Four eyes opposite, Zhao Jian brain blank.

It seems that it took a long time for Zhao Jian to respond, "now Isn't that right? "

"Why not? You are my woman. We are going to get married soon. Now is not the right time. When is the right time? What's more, we must go back to our old house after we get married. Every generation of the hostess of the Ji family lives there! "

Zhao Jian opened her mouth and asked, "how many hostesses do you have in your Ji family?"

Ji Rufeng knows what she wants to ask as soon as she hears, "there is only one person in each generation."

It's strange to say that Ji's family has been around for hundreds of years. I don't know whether it's men who are too affectionate or good at geomantic omen. Unexpectedly, there has never been a man's transference, divorce or remarriage, just like Ji Shan, whose wife has died for many years, but never thought of remarriage.

"I have only one." He said to her forehead.

The deep tone came face to face, with a strong and hot cavity, which made Zhao Jian close her eyes again.

She couldn't bear it.

This is clearly her dream of feelings, but at this moment, she can not say the feelings of the heart.

"Jane?"

"Why?" She asked.

She believed that he loved her, but why did she ask him to choose between Jiang Xuerou and her, and he asked her to go back to her old house?

It's strange.

Ji Rufeng was stunned, her black eyes were wide open, staring at her for a long time and then asked: "what, why? This is not This is not... "

Isn't that a reasonable thing?

Ji Rufeng can't understand why she asked this question?

He Leng for a long time, frowned and said: "no why ah."

"You don't have a reason?"

Of course, there is a reason. It's just that he wants to make Zhao Jian feel a little safe.

"It's clean." Ji Rufeng tells the truth.

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