Her Overbearing Man

Even if she chose to leave there for this feeling, Leng Jian did not hesitate to follow her.

But she still felt uneasy.

Because this deep man never said he loved her.

Even if two people have paid a lot for each other, but as a heart to delicate many women, she will be tired ah.

Even she didn't know when she might give up her active feelings, but at this time, she suddenly got the hot and overbearing feelings from Leng Jian that she didn't dare to think of before.

Leng Qianqian felt very happy for a moment. She even felt like crying. She knew that from then on, her life would never be separated from this man. Their future would be entangled with each other until death.

Leng Qianqian's eyes were covered with some moist white fog, but the corners of his mouth were curved into a fine, beautiful radian.

She wiped her eyes. For the first time, she restrained all her momentum and followed Leng Jian like a little daughter-in-law. At last, they sat down in the transparent glass round table of the dining room.

Two people quietly finished the meal, although did not speak, but each other has been Frank heart, at the moment can also be said to be heart to heart, even if it is occasionally a look at each other, is also full of love for each other, so quiet.

Out of the window, the sunlight seems to be blessing for such a happy feeling. There is no temperature in the heat, just falling on the table, the ground, the flowers, the tablecloth, warm.

After dinner, Leng Jian takes the lead to stand up and take the bowl, but Hengkong is suddenly stopped by Leng Qianqian. After a breakfast, Leng Qianqian finally adapts to Leng Jian's rare performance in front of people, and she also becomes calm. Even her eyes are calm and arrogant.

She stopped Leng Jian's hand and turned a blind eye to him with some pressure even though he looked at it casually. Instead, she snatched the chopsticks in his hand and said, "just put it, I'll come."

When she said that, she went to pick up the other dishes and chopsticks in a gentle and agreeable manner, as if she wanted to pick them up and take them to the trough.

Leng Jian frowns and suddenly holds Leng Qianqian's slender wrist and looks at her deeply. "Qianqian, you don't have to do this. I'll do it."

Being caught, Leng Qianqian has to stop. Hearing Leng Jian's words, her heart is as sweet as honey.

She knew that Leng Jian loved her, and he was just like her. He had each other in his heart.

"You're still injured. I'll take care of that."

Leng Qianqian shakes her head. She looks at Leng Jian's pale face with some heartache in her eyes. There are still some less obvious fatigue in her eyes. It is obvious that his spirit has not fully recovered.

But Leng Qianqian knows that Leng Jian still hasn't been able to pass the barrier in her heart.

But this time, she still did not intend to give in. Her feelings for him were not as simple as words. She was really willing to put down her position, wash clothes, cook, cook wine and tea for her.

Just like now, he didn't even get well, and his face was still pale.

These injuries are for her, how can she accept him to do these things with ease?

Can't she even take care of one of the wounded and ask him to do housework?

"But..."

Leng Jian still wants to talk, but Leng Qianqian doesn't talk to him any more. She takes the hand of the bowl that Leng Jian drags and takes back. She knows that even if Leng Jian is tough, she won't be willing to get hurt.

Sure enough, as soon as she makes an effort, she is afraid of hurting her. Leng Jian subconsciously relaxes her strength. With Leng Qianqian's ingenuity, the wrist held by Leng Jian is free.

Of course, Leng Qianqian was able to escape from Leng Jian so easily. The reason is that Leng Jian didn't take it seriously and didn't want to hurt Leng Qianqian at all. Otherwise, with Leng Qianqian's superficial skills, it's impossible to escape from Leng Jian's experienced special forces.

Even if he's not healed.

He still wanted to get the chopsticks, but in the end, with Leng Qianqian's deep and worried eyes, he still couldn't reach out.

It's just that Leng Qianqian can't get rid of this sudden follower.

Leng Qianqian goes into the kitchen with dishes and chopsticks, followed by a tall figure.

She takes two steps, and Leng Jian follows them. They are inseparable. It's really like a shadow. Leng Qianqian can't laugh or cry.

But she didn't say anything, so she calmly put the bowl into the trough, poured the detergent and began to wash the bowl.

The delicate white foam is stained on the hand, the cold Qian Qian takes the washcloth to get wet, scrubs the oily chopsticks carefully.

Leng Jian's eyes are focused and quietly looking at Leng Qianqian, who is slightly bent over. His porcelain white face is heavy and quiet, as if all his thoughts and eyes are focused on the things in his hands.

Leng Jianyan looks at Leng Qianqian putting the clean bowl aside. He turns his eyes and takes a white towel hanging next to Leng Qianqian, wiping the bowl a little bit.

Leng Qian looked up at him and saw that he straightened the corners of his mouth, seemed a little nervous, and seriously wiped the bowl. In the end, the good thing didn't oppose him, but seemed to acquiesce in this matter, and lowered his head to wash other dishes.

Two people you wash I wipe, good tacit understanding appearance, a few will not many dishes and chopsticks wash wipe.

Leng Qianqian didn't refuse the suggestion that Leng Jian, a tall man, put the chopsticks in the cupboard.

She watched Leng Jian put the bowls in one by one, turned to clean her hands, and began to go to her sky blue apron. Suddenly, she heard Leng Jian's voice, "Qianqian, major general, I think..."

For hundreds of years, Leng Jian didn't finish what he had said. Leng Qianqian was taking the hand of the apron tie, but she couldn't help it.

There is no doubt that Leng Jian is a man who attaches great importance to love and righteousness. Leng Qianqian will like him, but at this moment, Leng Qianqian doesn't want Leng Jian to look at friendship like that.

She would rather that he be selfish and indifferent now.

Better than watching him hurt, so worried and helpless.

But if he did, he would not be the cold one in her mind.

"What do you want to do?"

Although I know what answer I may get, Leng Qianqian still can't help asking.