Misplaced Love,Never Turn Back

In the future, Mu Xiaoyan must have a daughter, so that she can inherit the talent and beauty of Ling Anjun. Because Ling an Jun's facial features are all advantages, long in a girl's body, must be overwhelming.

Mu Xiaoyan didn't know what she was thinking. She thought so long. Her eyes have been from, Ling an Jun light blue shirt collar slowly moved up. His lips are very thin. In her reflection, he always purses his mouth and avoids talking about a lot of things. He observes carefully. Only recently, this mouth with a beautiful shape often says words that move him or surprise him.

Slowly, it looks like a firm nose. His nose is very good-looking. It's just a plastic template. In the end, even if he didn't stay with this person, he got such a beautiful and talented, considerate and handsome man, but he still made his own money. Thinking of this, Mu Xiaoyan nodded with satisfaction, and then her eyes moved upward.

However, it happens that Mu Xiaoyan's eyes are on Ling an Jun's eyes. Why, Ling an Jun has been watching himself secretly observing him, right? Ling an Jun looked at Mu Xiaoyan with a smile, "what are you looking at?"

After a brush, Mu Xiaoyan's face turned red. She was like a voyeur who was found, and she was in a panic when a middle school student was caught reading a novel in class.

Mu Xiaoyan quickly turns around. Her right hand on the table doesn't notice. She just touches the wall of the pot that is boiling water. Under the trend of instinctive reaction, Mu Xiaoyan quickly extends her right hand and touches her earlobe, "ah, it's so hot."

Mu Xiaoyan, who had just touched her earlobe, felt that her hand had been pulled by a strong and big hand and put it under the water pipe. The icy water flowed along Ling Anjun's hand on Mu Xiaoyan's hand. The alternating temperature of cold and hot made Mu Xiaoyan's heart palpitate no longer calmly.

"Does it still hurt?" Ling an Jun's brows are frowned together, this woman is always unable to take good care of themselves, so will let themselves accidentally into danger. Mu Xiaoyan's hands are not painful at the moment, but they are very hot. The blood from the heart makes her dry and hot.

"No No more pain. " After a long time, Mu Xiaoyan let Ling an Jun hold her hand to the cold water and let herself calm down, holding out such a sentence.

Before Mu Xiaoyan reacts, Ling an Jun pulls Mu Xiaoyan vigorously, allowing her to bump into his arms, and then closes the water pipe.

His eyes are very hot, his fingers are very cold because of the running water, but I don't know if the temperature of his hands soon replaced the temperature of the running water. Half ring, no one spoke, only the sound of boiling water in the pot, as well as the weak and impatient breathing between each other.

Women's intuition is always the most sensitive at this time. Mu Xiaoyan gently pushed Ling Anjun with her hand, "water The water is boiling. "

However, Ling an Jun didn't seem to care about whether the water was open at all. His eyes were still hot, and then he began to speak slowly, "Xiaoyan, if you don't like it, you can tell me."

Don't like it? What don't you like? What do you say to him? Mu Xiaoyan's three questions are still reflected in her mind. Before she asks, Ling Anjun's mouth blocks all her breathing. He was different from the initial rush in the heart under the effect of drugs. This time Ling Anjun was very slow. He always firmly believed that there was a long time for the two people, so everything could be done slowly.

He was gentle in every step, as gentle as his own treasure. For Ling Anjun, Mu Xiaoyan is her biggest treasure. The dim light in the kitchen, the two hearts that just approached are worth remembering.

The sound of boiling water in the pot, like an alarm clock, reminds two people to come back to reality. Ling an Juncai is still in the middle of letting go of the people in his arms. Then she looked at Mu Xiaoyan with a smile and gently scraped the tip of her nose with her finger. "If I don't cook noodles, I'm afraid you'll be hungry all the time. I'd better cook noodles quickly. We still have a lot of time."

Ling an Jun looks like an old man in love. He makes some intimate moves naturally. He also seems that nothing has happened. Everything is like a serious and dangerous person. Looking back on herself, Mu Xiaoyan always feels that she is like a 15-year-old pure girl, flustered and shy. All her emotions will be written on her face, and everything seems so uneasy and nervous.

Ling an Jun is really a very smart and excellent person. It seems that no matter what he does, he can do very well. No matter in work, or in the feelings of life, Mu Xiaoyan has to admit that Ling Anjun can do every detail of instant noodles very well. He seems to be very good at making pancakes and eggs, including seasoning.

Looking at the instant noodles about to be cooked, Mu Xiaoyan ran over again, took out the bowl and collected one. Clever and sensible pupils give the bowl to the teacher, and then very clever smile, that once, sweet into Ling an Jun's heart.

Ling an Jun seems very satisfied that his little wife can treat himself like this. He takes the bowl that his little wife handed over, and then begins to take out the instant noodles and put them into the bowl. Mu Xiaoyan looks at the surface that fishs out, originally calculate to take over, but, Ling an Jun does not intend to let her end.Ling an Jun holds two bowls of noodles and signals Mu Xiaoyan to sit in the dining room. "Go over and eat it. The noodles will be ready in a moment. It's not delicious."

After just what happened, Mu Xiaoyan became an extremely gentle lamb. She listened to Ling an Jun everything, just like a docile child, obediently did on the edge of the table.

Two people like this one left and one right sitting on the table, and then smell the fragrant face, Ling an Jun is really a very good person who can do anything. Although Mu Xiaoyan is very hungry, but at this moment, I don't know why. In the face of such a bowl of noodles, she is a bit unable to eat, because her heart is still beating very fast.

Mu Xiaoyan looked at this bowl of noodles like this, and then seemed to count how many, one by one, one by one, eating into the mouth. Noodles are really delicious, but because of the intimacy just now, I feel at a loss. I don't know how to face such a bowl of noodles.

Seeing that Mu Xiaoyan is just eating noodles in a bowl one by one, Ling Anjun looks back at Mu Xiaoyan, and then asks. "Aren't you hungry? Why don't you eat it now

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