Passionate Devotion

Chapter 3353 Flies to disaster 9

Yin Tingjun didn't know, so he asked, "Where is there a diplomat?"

Leng Ye put his hands in his pockets leisurely, standing side by side with him, standing in front of the yard watching the golf that has been driven out of the yard, crossed his crossbow jaws, and smiled playfully: "That beauty just now, isn't it a diplomat? Me? The beauty mentioned to you three months ago?"

Yin Tingjun choked fiercely, "Miss Su?"

Leng Ye thought for a moment: "It seems to be Su."

"Fuck!"

Yin Tingjun shuddered, and just now he felt that Miss Su had chest, butt, style and temperament. After the cousin poured down a basin of cold water, she was full of excitement, and suddenly there was no interest. A coolness only came up from the bottom of the foot. , Shook his head abruptly, how have the recent disasters happened one after another? Amitabha, he is going to take a cold bath severely to extinguish the stubbornness that is welling up in his heart.

Yin Lu walked out of the car and saw her nephew entering the house quickly. Her son gloated and laughed and asked curiously: "Your cousin is still unhealed. How did you stimulate him?"

Leng Ye's mouth slumped, his gaze passed over Gu Qiyue sitting in front of the piano, and he took Yin Lu's arm and said innocently: "Mom, I didn't irritate my cousin. I just told her that I just left. Women are his love, I call it a pleasure to help others."

Yin Lu couldn't understand her son's words, and she had been pulled over by Leng Yejin.

Leng Ye glared at his son warningly: "You can hug my wife too?"

"Dad, the blood relationship between my mother and I is closer than the relationship between you and my mother. Is it okay to recognize the reality?"

Before Leng Ye was like a black face to clean up his son, Leng Ye went to the living room, took an orange on the coffee table and played with him, and took a fresh rose from the vase and walked towards the girl playing the piano in front of the French window. , Put his hand in her hair.

"My cousin is partial and only presents flowers to Gu Qiyue alone." Leng Mi's dissatisfied voice was blocked by the orange stuffed into his mouth.

Yin Jiushu stood by and smiled, helping Lengshuang to leave the scene without making light bulbs. Lengshuang kept saying, "Although I am not as good at Gu Qiyue as Gu Qiyue, but Gu Qiyue is not as good as you. Well, there are people outside, and there are heaven outside the sky."

"Yes, yes, each has its own strengths and weaknesses, you, Kung Fu is the first, no one can compare it, you sit down quickly, the doctor said that although you are discharged from the hospital, your feet have not been well maintained. Jump around."

Yin Jiushu looked at the obvious scars on her white calf, frowned and said, "Can you get a skin graft to remove the scars on her calf?"

"I don't care at all." Leng Shuang's mouth was hard, and she actually loved beauty in her heart. She pointed to the gunshot wound on her leg and said: "In the future, any man who dares to dislike the scar on my leg is not good-looking, I will kick him away. Rest assured that in the future, only I will choose a man, and there will never be a chance for a man to choose me! I don't dislike others and others should burn incense and worship Buddha. If you really cannot find a man, I will marry you!"

Yin Jiushu snorted: "Fuck off, I don't want to marry you."

"Then you will be my wife." Leng Shuang hugged Yin Jiushu: "Call me husband later!"

Leng Yejin took his wife into the house and listened to the conversation between his niece and niece. He has no way to understand what a generation gap is? Think about it carefully. When he was in junior high school, his tablemates also liked to call the girl’s husband at the front desk. At that time, he thought that the two girls had lace habit. He taught a few words out of kind and painstaking teaching, of course. Two girls laughed at him for making fuss, they were just playing around. With such a memory, it seems that there is no generation gap anymore, and he takes a long breath, confident that he can still pretend to be tender.

(End of this chapter)