Chapter 218 You are my man, what’s wrong with touching me?

Style: Girl Author: Lu MingjunWords: 2388Update Time: 24/02/03 00:47:49
He suddenly opened his eyes, moved his gaze downwards, and landed on the jade hand that was making noises on his lower abdomen, and calmly clasped her hand that continued to move down.

"do what?"

Wen Qian: "..."

Got caught.

She coughed lightly, raised her eyes to look at Zhou Shilin openly, and said shamelessly: "Can't you see?"

Want to have a good relationship.

There cannot be less fun.

Between husband and wife, someone has to take the first step. Isn't it just a hooligan? She knows this question.

"You are my man, what's wrong if I touch you?"

This time it was Zhou Shilin's turn to be speechless.

The tips of his ears turned red at a speed that was visible to the naked eye. He turned over and sat up, saying in a hoarse voice: "It's already dawn."

"Is it okay if it gets dark?"

Wen Qian felt that her potential as a 'gangster' had not yet been developed. The more Zhou Shilin felt uncomfortable, the more she wanted to make him feel more uncomfortable. So she sat up and stretched out her arms to wrap around his waist. With lightning speed, she kissed the sensitive area behind the man's ear.

Zhou Shilin was instantly petrified.

The sexy Adam's apple rolled up and down, and the heat on the wheat-colored skin was amazing.

"you……"

"What are you?"

Wen Qian interrupted his lecture first and asked with a smile: "How was it? Did you remember anything?"

"No."

Zhou Shilin's voice was dry and hoarse.

It didn't matter if he couldn't remember it. Wen Qian felt that it was necessary to use a special method to awaken his memory, which could also be said to re-cultivate feelings. She pointed to her lips and motioned for Zhou Shilin to kiss him.

"Hurry up, don't delay."

Zhou Shilin: "..."

Looking at the flawless white skin of the woman in front of him, he felt that his throat was dry. He licked the dry corners of his lips before leaning over and lightly touching her face. Just once, he felt a huge surge in his heart. wave.

It turns out that her skin is so soft.

Wen Qian was a little dissatisfied when she asked him to kiss her on the face, but it was good to be able to ask Bingshan Lian to take this step. Let's take it slow in the future.

after.

The two of them went to wash up one after another.

After washing, Wen Qian opened the wardrobe and picked a goose-yellow short-sleeved shirt and a white skirt to change into. Seeing that she didn't mean to avoid him at all, Zhou Shilin hurriedly coughed as a reminder.

See this.

Wen Qian raised her lips and smiled.

"We are an old married couple, and a child has been born. You used to know exactly how many small moles there are on every inch of my body, but now -"

She looked Zhou Shilin up and down with a teasing look.

"He transformed into an innocent man?"

With one sentence, Zhou Shilin opened the door and fled in a hurry.

The pace and rhythm were obviously messed up.

Wen Qian couldn't help but laugh out loud, such an innocent man.

She quickly changed her clothes and went downstairs. Her clear eyes fell on the restaurant, watching the man eating breakfast as if nothing had happened. The corner of her mouth curled up with a happy arc, and she walked over and kissed her son who was struggling with the egg custard. Sit down and have breakfast.

Breakfast was very rich.

There are Xiao Long Bao, fried dough sticks, and red bean porridge that Wen Qian likes to eat, as well as jam bread and ice milk that Lu Lin'er likes to eat. Zhou Shilin is not used to bread and milk, so he, like Wen Qian, chooses to eat Xiao Long Bao.

By the way, he wiped away the remaining egg custard that Chong Chong had eaten.

Wen Qian saw it.

I feel quite satisfied.

I adapted to the role of 'dad' very quickly, and I ate all the leftovers.

Had breakfast.

Zhou Shilin is about to return to his work unit. The work there has come to an end. After a handover, it will be fine. He just waits to report to the new unit.

"I go first."

He pursed his thin lips and looked at Wen Qian.

Wen Qian wiped Chongchong's mouth and asked him, "When will you come back?"

"In a few days, I'll come back after the handover over there." Zhou Shilin followed her movements and his eyes fell on his son's soft little face.

"Give me an exact time."

"Three days."

"Okay, I'll wait for you for three days. If you don't come back after three days, I will find a stepfather for Chongchong."

Zhou Shilin: "..."

The man's face darkened visibly, and he paused before saying, "I will definitely be back on time."

Chongchong's father can only be him.

Lu Lin'er watched the two adults playing such a childish game. The key was that each other seemed to be quite enjoying it. The corners of her mouth twitched silently. The sour smell of love choked her.

After sending Zhou Shilin out.

Wen Qian is also getting ready to go to school.

Before leaving, she kissed Chongchong's little cheek and then went out with her bag. As soon as she left, there was an uninvited guest in the house. Qi Ping walked in with a worried look on her face.

"Auntie, are Qianqian okay?"

The school has been in chaos these past two days. Everyone knows that the police went to the school to handle the case. Some people privately said that Wen Qian had been kidnapped. Others said that Wen Qian might have had a grudge against someone. Otherwise, how could the police be alerted? .

Anyway, there are different opinions.

Whatever you say.

She secretly inquired about Wen Qian's situation with Chen Cheng and Xu Chaoyang, but they didn't know anything about it, so she could only go to Wen Qian's house to find out if Wen Qian really had an accident, would she not have to do that? Is it a bad thing to lose your conscience?

pity.

Backfired.

Jiang Muyun had a comfortable smile on his face: "It's okay, Qianqian has already gone to school. She just left not long ago, why didn't you meet her?"

"ah?"

Qi Ping forced a smile: "No."

After finishing speaking, he was afraid that he might behave inappropriately and arouse suspicion, so he forcefully raised the corners of his mouth and said, "That's great. I wish Qianqian could come back safely. Several of our close classmates are particularly worried about her."

Nanny Qi Fang does a great job at home.

Jiang Muyun looked at Qi Fang's sister with a little more affection. He smiled and asked her if she had had breakfast, and asked Qi Fang to make milk and spread bread for Qi Ping.

"No."

Qi Ping swallowed secretly and waved her hands obediently: "Auntie, I had a full meal this morning. You don't need to entertain me specially. I will go and say a few words to my sister and then leave."

"Okay, go ahead."

Jiang Muyun carried Chongchong upstairs, leaving the space downstairs for the two sisters.

kitchen.

Qi Fang is busy washing dishes.

As soon as Qi Ping came in, she helped her clean up with great discernment. Her very diligent look made Qi Fang look at her several times. After a while, she sighed helplessly and said, "Ping Ping, what's the matter? ?”

As she spoke, her eyes showed vigilance.

"If it's still the same thing, you should avoid it as soon as possible."

"sister."

Qi Ping pursed her lips in annoyance, wiped the water stains on her hands, went over to hold Qi Fang's arm, and said in a coquettish voice: "Who do you think I am? I am your sister, and what is good to you is what I am good to. Is that so?" If not, I can still harm you. If you are so scared, forget it, I just miss you. I came to say a few words to you. Are you guarding me like a thief?"

After all, they are sisters born from the same mother's womb.

Qi Fang couldn't bear to be too harsh and pretended to be angry: "It's not the best, okay, you go to school quickly, don't delay class."

After thinking for a moment, he took out five yuan from his pocket and handed it over.

"Here, buy some things that girls can use."

"Thank you sister!"

Qi Ping couldn't help but raise the corners of her mouth while holding the money, and happily walked out of the small bungalow in the garden. After walking for a while, she slowly turned around and stared at the small bungalow standing among the small bungalows, with a cold look on her face.