Her Overbearing Man

Leng Qianqian smiles, and the spoon in her hand keeps stirring the fragrant porridge in the pot, "but I want to make these for you..."

Although two people are standing side by side in the kitchen, but Leng Jian a little side face, or can be cold Qianqian half of the face at a glance.

Through the rising white mist in the pot, he could still see Leng Qianqian's face softened because of him. In such a misty scene, his face became softer and more beautiful.

Leng Jian's heart is as soft as a pool of water, but the next moment, he saw that Leng Qianqian never held a scalpel in his memory, or fell on the piano, or on the brush, and occasionally held a variety of delicate and expensive tea sets. At the moment, he was doing something that did not conform to her identity.

Miss, she was not like that.

All this should not have happened.

If it wasn't for him, the eldest lady would still be held and respected by everyone, instead of having to do everything by herself as she is now. Her hands, which she has taken care of since childhood, won't become rough.

If it wasn't for him

Leng Jianyu thinks that he is more and more sad and guilty, especially when he looks at Leng Qianqian with no complaints and full of friendship. The bitter wine is like the tide, rising higher and higher. No matter how hard he is, he can't ignore it and can't cross it. It becomes something that he can't let go of.

Maybe his mood fluctuated too much. Before his voice fell, he coughed all of a sudden, and his pale face turned red because of the sudden cough.

Fright cold Qianqian quickly put down the pot cover and spoon in his hand, hold Lengjian, delicate hand constantly fondle his chest, help him along the gas, face eyes full of worry.

Finally, Leng Jiancai calms down in Leng Qianqian's worried eyes. He looks at the fear in Leng Qianqian's eyes and suddenly holds Leng Qianqian's hand that still falls on his chest. He holds her hand and puts it on his chest. His eyes are deep and he looks at her with love. "Qianqian, sorry, follow me, let you suffer so much..."

Although separated by the thickness of Bo Bo's T-shirt, Leng Qianqian still feels Leng Jian's body temperature and the beat of her powerful and beautiful heart. Subconsciously, she also holds her hand tightly and looks up at Leng Jian with stars in her eyes.

She looked at him and shook her head slowly. "It doesn't matter. I don't care. As I said, this is what I am willing to do for you. You don't need to feel guilty or anything else..."

Speaking of this, Leng Qianqian suddenly stopped, and then the smile on her face faded a little, "we have not even completed the marriage certificate, now it's husband and wife outside, don't you want to accept our relationship and don't recognize my wife?"

The loss in her tone makes Leng Jian feel tight, and she can't think about whether it's Leng Qianqian's intention to show weakness to him. A person who tugs at Leng Qianqian's hand, which is already holding each other, immediately hugs the people standing beside him, and makes the air suddenly quiet.

The two people who are friendly to each other embrace each other. Behind them is the hot porridge. However, both of them seem to forget this and embrace each other quietly, feeling each other's breath and body temperature.

Even as a native of Z country, Leng Jian's height is much higher than the average height of men in Z country. Even Leng Qianqian inherits the height of her mother's strong woman. In front of Leng Jian, she still looks like a bird.

But the height of the two people is just the same.

So embracing each other, Leng Qianqian's head can just be put on Leng Jian's shoulder, and her long black horsetail falls smoothly on Leng Jian's shoulder, which seems to be a special decoration. But even so, she can still hear a heart beating like a drum.

Leng Qianqian herself can't tell who's heart is beating like this. She just feels that the sound seems to gradually become the same melody with her breath.

After a long time, Leng Qianqian can't stand the indescribable silence and ambiguous atmosphere. She feels that her face is a little red. Even when she faces Leng Jian, she looks like an old hand. Occasionally, she will deliberately tease him to see Leng Jian become angry. But in fact, this is the first time in her life that she is moved and falls in love with someone, She will do that just because Leng Jian is not active enough.

And she doesn't want to miss it so much, so she can only summon up the courage to be the one who takes the initiative in her feelings, even if she is a woman.

"Your heart beats so fast..."

Leng Qianqian said in a low voice, and then the next second, she felt the hand that had held her tightly, suddenly shaking, and then holding her more tightly, as if she had touched something extraordinary switch, which shocked people all at once.

"Qianqian..."

Leng Jian's hoarse voice rings in her ears, with inexplicable sexuality, which makes Leng Qianqian feel hot and shy.

She hung her head slightly. Even without looking at Leng Jian's movements, she could still feel Leng Jian pull her hand up little by little and get close to his face little by little.

Then, there is a warm to hot breath spread on the back of her hand, a kiss, suddenly fell on her hand.

Cold Qianqian even felt that the back of her hand was burned by the temperature, which made her hand shrink back. It seemed that she wanted to escape from the control of the hand that held her tightly. However, the other party seemed to have anticipated her plan, and did not leave her any chance. She held her hand tightly, But strange did not hurt her.

Leng Qianqian's eyelashes vibrated faster and faster, her heart also beat faster and faster, so fast that she felt that the next moment that was not under her control, disobedient heart might jump out.

She could feel that the hot lips of Lengjian had left her hand.

The hand that had been holding his wrist also let go of himself, but the hand that was around his waist was getting tighter and tighter. It was almost as if he wanted to embed her into his body. The strength was amazing.

The empty hand suddenly extended to Leng Qianqian again, and her hot fingers gently raised her chin, exposing her whole cheek to Leng Jian's eyes.