The high-tailed hair scattered again with the movement, and once again, she tied up the falling hair.

Then it touched the collar of the lotus leaf, loose and small.

Only in a moment, she understood why he asked her to sit a little further.

Yan Ge: "..."

She quickly sat away as she said.

Realizing what he saw, a thought began to toss and turns in her mind.

He saw it.

He saw it.

She...was seen by him.

She felt that she was not very good.

I just asked the girl to sit farther and didn't ask her to sit farther. I just asked the man to see if his hair was dry and didn't say he could watch it. The communication between the two parties finally came to the same channel, and then I couldn't communicate.

For a while, the atmosphere between the two was controlled tightly by silence.

Then Rong Chuo spoke as if explaining a fact, "I didn't see it."

The meaning of Wuyin here comes out.

With a hot face, Yan Ge replied: "I know... you didn't mean it."

He glanced at her side: "..."

He gave her a way out, so he didn't understand this.

Little fool.

...

This happened, and along the way to Qiyue Tianhua, neither of them spoke much.

Then they went back to their own houses, one went to Qingyi Garden and the other went to the Jiang family's house.

Ms. Jiang went to Brussels this week to meet several continental energy giants and build a cooperation framework within the Eurasian range. Today, when people returned to China, they wanted to see their grandfather, which was also for this.

In the last few days, Ms. Jiang was his replacement, so he was indispensable for this trip.

In this afternoon, in the old house in the Shanghai-style style of Beijing, Kung Fu tea brewed the big red robes of Wuyi. The three generations of ancestors and grandchildren sat there, looking at the ordinary family joy. But if others were to see it, they would definitely look at each other again.

The century-old family of Kyoto has grown up and almost all have reached the base of the red walls and green tiles of the imperial city. The large family is prosperous and they are all promising children. They are really descendants in front of Wang Xietang, and their orchids and jade trees are born in the courtyard.

Let’s not talk about the Jiang family, just talk about Miss Jiang San Jiang Heyue. Her words and actions, every frown and smile can directly stir up storms in the Chinese economic circle.

A superior family, an outstanding person.

And Miss Jiang San, she is not just a successful career.

She also has a husband who is harmonious with Qinse. The two of them got together when they started their business in their young age. The couple had a good relationship, Qinse was harmonious with deep love.

Let me put it this way, the third uncle will beat him wherever the third lady pointed—it's so good.

It's envious to others.

He Yue came back, Changzhou came back, and Lao Liu came back. The whole family lived together. The old man was happy, so he called all the eldest and second Xiao Fei family over, and told everyone who could come over and had supper at the old house tonight.

The old man said, how could he not come? Those who could come that night came, and those who could not come were overcoming all difficulties. The supper was so lively.

Although the Jiang family is the head of the third lady and has no son. However, the brothers in the eldest and second wife have the style of being a father. One is a university teacher and the other is a specialist. They are all humble and elegant and cultural people, and they do not have any objections or even resentment towards their sister because of this. The children and nephews also respect their aunt and uncle. The family does not speak two words, and the family does not enter the family. The atmosphere of the Jiang family is very good.

Everyone was there, and Jiang Shiying was very happy and drank two glasses of wine. Later, the old man came again, and the juniors of the Jiang family did not dare to give it to him anymore. They coaxed him to change the juice. They said interesting words to pay attention to the old man's wine - the scene was very lively for a while.

Jiang Fei sat in the second wife and started to take action. It was time to take the cup to respect Jiang Shiying. However, it was a coincidence that Jiang Heyue also stood up at this moment, and spoke generously: "Dad, I respect you."

Jiang Fei's face looked slightly sarcastic, his fingers tightened his cup, and subconsciously he wanted to sit down.

Jiang Heyue saw her movements and said naturally: "Xiao Fei, let's go together."

Xiao Fei.

Since she came to Jiang's house, Jiang Heyue called her like that, and she was so intimate.

It's obviously not related by blood.

He didn't care, but Jiang Fei's face did not change. He even smiled at the sister in the household registration book.

"Okay, let's go together." She said, smiling at Jiang and Yue: "It's more lively to have more people."

...

The family dinner is over and the moon is already in midnight.

When I learned that the sixth-ranked person was going to stay overnight, the house cleaned the room early, disinfected it again, and changed everything from the bed sheets to the curtains.

When he got to the room, Rong Chuo's eyes swept up and down.

Not badly clean.

After the shower, I changed my nightgown, and opened my phone and saw the news - a little fan shot an arrow and hit Twitter hot.

With his back on the bed, the man's hair was still wet, and he was filled with water droplets. His eyebrows and eyes were pitch black. Looking at the praises of the foreigners on the screen, his eyes were as if the wind was flying on the water, and there were lines growing in his eyes.

Fuss.

Like him, I have long known how powerful the little fans are.

Then the jade color suddenly jumped out and clustered.

“…”

The phone was thrown aside, and with a "bang", all the sensor lights went out.

The screen cannot be seen, and the eyes cannot be seen.

She was still there after falling into a dream.

She looked at him and emphasized to him that her hair was washed today and was very clean.

He also needs to touch it.

The little hand lifted a crack from the quilt, and the man took the initiative to get into the quilt, his thin legs entangled the man.

You have to touch it.

Touch your hair.

You have to touch your face.

Touch your neck, too.

Touch the neck below.

You have to touch here, and you have to touch there too.

No one can be missed-she has to touch it.

Like a relative's cat, he wants his hug.

All his hands and feet were swaying towards him, and the branches and vines were entangled with him, and it was normal to be pinned down and nailed.

Just tangled all night.

...

The next morning, I woke up and Rong Chuo: "..."

The bed sheets, bed sheets, pillowcases were all folded and lost.

Jiang Shiying got up early, and when he came back from morning exercise, he encountered this scene, "..."

I dare not ask, nor dare to say it, it is useless to say it.

It’s not the first day that Lai Lao Liu’s obsession with cleanliness.

But, I will lose my bed sheets once I sleep on it-

At the figure who went away, the old gentleman sighed slowly.
Chapter completed!