Billionaire Love Marriage: Goodnight, My Wife Lord

Ji Luoqing stopped and looked at the end of the path like a prince.

Under the night light, an Jingchuan's lips were slightly hooked, and a proper smile was even more beautiful than the roses all over the mountains.

In particular, his lacquered eyes full of stars and moons are so bright that people can't move their eyes at all. He has a strong and majestic posture. Because he has been a soldier, whenever he stands, he is like a towering mountain.

He stood so far away, like a picture, which made her always have the impulse to draw it and collect it forever.

An Jingchuan stood quietly, looking at herself unscrupulously.

Want to see how long she has to wait?

Finally, she moved and walked towards him. By the way, she picked a pink rose, which was tacky and pinned behind her ears.

He walked towards him with a smile.

"Husband, am I beautiful?"

Seeing that he is so handsome, Ji Luoqing remembered to decorate himself with flowers. Otherwise, would others be unworthy of him?

"Beauty."

His ink eyes were smiling, only one word, crisp and neat.

"Then, is it beautiful flowers or me?"

Ji Luoqing tilted her head and asked him.

"Of course my wife is beautiful. Even if this is a ten mile rose, it is more important than your smile in my heart. "

He praised without hesitation.

Flowers are just ornamental items of seasonal life. Where can they be compared with her?

"Oh, that's sweet. No, there's still a slap waiting for me later?"

Ji Luoqing smiled and coughed, walked towards him, bowed her head and apologized to him, "Jingchuan, I'm sorry, I'm too impulsive now, if, if the economic situation of the company is affected. I can pay out of my own pocket... "

Anyway, over the past few years, the money sealed to her by South China has been kept intact in the card. It doesn't hurt to take it out in case of emergency.

An Jingchuan snorted and smiled, and his fingers flicked down her forehead, "what nonsense are you talking about. Anjing group is not made of paper. I don't feel at ease about this money. "

He asked her to take private money out to give him an emergency. He didn't waste Jingchuan to that extent.

"Do you know why I brought you here today?"

Ji Luoqing looked up at him and shook his head vaguely.

"Because you deserve praise. In such a difficult time, you have the courage to stand up and speak for Anjing group. Your courage is commendable. However, don't do it next time. In that case, it's easy to go overboard for fear of hurting you. "

"Ah?"

In the face of the sudden praise, she was a little confused. Ji Luoqing was stunned for a few seconds and blinked. She thought she would be scolded.

"Let's go. The food is ready. I'll wait for you." An Jingchuan's star eyes looked at her with a smile, took her hand, turned and walked to the wooden house.

Even if she didn't do anything, he also had countermeasures, but it just happened that she stood up and saved him from announcing.

"What's the smell? Why does it smell like charcoal?" Ji Luoqing smelled it as soon as she came in. Ordinary restaurants don't have this smell. After all, who still burns a fire to cook in today's restaurants?

An Jingchuan took her to the second floor and helped her pull a chair and sit down. "Every dish on our table is made by burning firewood. Coupled with the unique cooking method, this taste can't be eaten in other restaurants."

No wonder, as soon as I came here, there was a smell of fireworks. Ji Luoqing looked at the furnishings here. It didn't look like a restaurant, but like someone else's home.

"Really? I'll try... "

She couldn't wait to pick up the chopsticks and taste it. It was really good. After being smoked and boiled by firewood, it had a different natural fragrance.

Now even in rural areas, there are not many people cooking by fire, so it's really fresh to eat such meals.

At this time, an aunt in her fifties came upstairs with a fragrant soup in her hand.

"Xiaojing, is this your wife? Looks like a good girl. "

The aunt put the soup on the table and smiled at Ji Luoqing.

"Yes, aunt Wei, her name is Luo Qing."

Ji Luoqing put down her chopsticks, stood up and said hello to her, "Hello aunt! Thank you for your hospitality. "

Although the woman in front of her is a little old, she has a calm and elegant posture, no powder and no gorgeous clothes, but she can give people a touch of nobility.

"Good boy, sit down quickly. Xiaojing, stay with Luo Qing in the evening. Aunt Wei has cleaned up your room for you. Stay one night and leave tomorrow. "

Aunt Wei turned to an Jingchuan and said with a faint smile.

Ji Luoqing thought he would refuse, but unexpectedly, he agreed.

"OK, then please aunt Wei one more night."

After aunt left, she whispered to him, "is this aunt Wei's home? Why do you look familiar? "

An Jingchuan took her a bowl of soup and said, "yes, this is aunt Wei's home. Generally, few people know here. Even those who come are aunt Wei's friends."

"My mother used to be good friends with aunt Wei. Later, my mother was gone. I would come and have a look occasionally."

Hearing the speech, Ji Luoqing suddenly nodded, "so it is. Does aunt Wei live here alone? Does she have no husband and children?"

An Jingchuan said quietly, "aunt Wei has a good relationship with my mother. She saw that my mother didn't live well after she got married, so she stopped the idea of marriage and devoted herself to building here for half her life."

"A few years ago, she also opened a restaurant, but later she stopped. She only occasionally cooked for her friends."

Ji Luoqing bit her chopsticks and was stunned. It was the first time to hear him mention his mother.

I've been with him for so long that I've never heard him mention it.

"Jingchuan, I've never heard you mention... Mom, she had a bad relationship with her father before?"

An Jingchuan's eyebrows gathered lightly, took chopsticks, ate a mouthful of food, slowed down and said, "Dad was almost like his second brother when he was young. He didn't care about his family. He was either busy with his career or staying out."

Ji Luoqing bit her lip. No wonder he never mentioned it. It should be a very bad past. Whenever he mentioned it, he would love his mother?

"Well, eat. Don't talk about unhappy things today." An Jingchuan turned to wave away the clouds between his eyebrows and looked at her. "Try it, aunt Wei's soup is very good."

"Yes." Ji Luoqing stopped asking, took a spoon and tasted the soup.

In the evening, they stayed here.

The fragrance of roses everywhere, even in the dream, is also a sea of flowers.

Ji Luoqing dreamed that she had slept under the flower field all night. She had slept very comfortably.

It's a pity that there was a mosquito harassing her continuously. She didn't die after shooting several times