Wife Pursuit Order No. 1

Chapter 765 When Can There Be Little Hostages?

Now on the ground, there is another mirror in front of me. It feels like facing a camera, and every bit of it is recorded.

Xia Weilan was a little embarrassed. After all, women are relatively thin-skinned. Under Lu Qianchen's provocation, she hummed twice: "Lu Qianchen, don't be like this..."

Lu Qianchen was tormented so confused that he couldn't distinguish east from west, north from south, but he heard the voice of the little woman in front of him, and replied nastyly: "Ranran, you don't know how cute you are when your words are duplicity, um, your body Much more honest than your mouth."

Lu Qianchen teased wickedly, but the smile only lasted for a second, and his smile froze...

Xia Weiran saw Lu Qianchen's stiff expression from the mirror, so she turned her head and took a look for no reason.
Neither of them spoke, and the silence in the room was a little strange.

Lu Qianchen didn't mention the pity, the discomfort, the aggrievedness, so he just got involved in this matter. His face was stinky, and seeing Xia Weiran's shy face, he picked up a blanket on the sofa and wrapped it up. Rubbing her body: "Go and take a bath, don't catch a cold later."

Xia Weiran said a word, suppressed a smile, turned around and ran into the bathroom.

Lu Qianchen sat back on the sofa, depressed for a while with a stinky face.

He slandered in his heart: Why is menstruation coming again?It can be said that he has never been lazy for a day, but why is he still unsuccessful?What went wrong?

When will he be able to have a hostage and marry this little girl home safely.

Although the marriage proposal was successful, but if Xia Weiran's name did not appear in his household registration book for a day, he felt uneasy, as if he would be snatched away by others anytime, anywhere.

Wife, wife, you have to take it home and hold it in your arms so that you can feel at ease.

Lu Qianchen sighed several times, then went back to his bedroom and took a shower.

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When Lu Qianchen took a shower and walked into the bedroom, Xia Weilan was already sitting next to the computer and typing on the keyboard, staring at the screen for a while, looking at it, and laughing out loud for a while. After a while, he pouted and seemed a little unhappy.

On a delicate little face, all kinds of strange expressions are constantly changing, and every place imprinted in Lu Qianchen's eyes is a beautiful scenery.

He quietly walked behind Xia Weilan, and asked: "What are you looking at, you are so engrossed."

"News, Weibo, posts..." Xia Weiran turned around and said something back, and then saw Lu Qianchen holding a cup of hot drink in his hand, so he asked casually: "Lu Qianchen, what are you holding?"

"Oh, brown sugar ginger tea, you tend to get stomachaches easily, drink more, it will be good for your health." Lu Qianchen replied, putting the cup in Xia Weiran's hand, her palm was warm ginger tea, the back of her hand It was his warm breath.

She took a sip lightly, and a warm current flowed down her throat into her heart. This man can always take care of her meticulously, and he doesn't even care about himself. heart.

(End of this chapter)