The man was so angry that he found it was his fault. This attitude towards Jiang is a little better.

"Did I tear your clothes last night?" Xing boiling snow doubt, the line of sight turned to the bathroom, see there is very clean, there is no rotten cloth is not.

Jiang Lang that is immediately discern daughter-in-law, "I put it away, inside the garbage can, wait a moment to go out and lift the lid for you to see."

Xing Qixue shook his head and lay down, "I don't look."

Why do you want to see, why do you want to recall what he did to Jiang languo.

But It's broken.

I'm afraid I can't remember.

Xing boiling snow finger tip holds quilt, still have so a little regret.

"Hello." Ginger languid suddenly dressed up in front of him, "up."

Xing boiling snow, eyes slightly heavy. What kind of address do you call them? Hello, hello. I have no feelings at all.

Ginger languid slapped, "don't call Hello, call daughter-in-law, boiling snow in ginger lazy, this must call daughter-in-law."

"Don't call me daughter-in-law..." Xing Qixue couldn't help but smile, pursed her mouth with restraint, and her face was like a mosquito.

That ginger languid when did not hear it, "daughter-in-law, sit up, I will dress you, I will serve you."

Xing Qixue put his hands on the bed, slowly got up and sat upright. The slender hand picked and pulled the ginger languid mouth, "I said, don't call."

Dare you, he is totally broken. Last night, he said that he liked to call himself his daughter-in-law. Xing Qixue didn't remember, but Jiang was still a little sorry.

Jiang Lang ignores his daughter-in-law's embarrassment directly. His sight drops slightly, and he doubts: "the waist is so thin for Laozi. Do you have internal organs?"

Xing boiling snow a Leng, the face rose red, suddenly fierce: "give me the clothes." How did you not know that Jiang Lang likes to play rogue so much before.

Of course, Jiang Lang didn't give it. He said that he would serve his daughter-in-law. Of course, he would serve his daughter-in-law in a whole set.

"Old cattle eat tender grass..." Xing Qixue shifted his attention and looked outside the window, slowly revealing what happened outside the window.

The location of his villa is very good. It is not far away from the busy street and the lake with green grass and Pingping. The scenery is unique and the air is fresh.

"I'm an old cow. Shouldn't I like tender grass? Xingnen grass. " After getting dressed for the child, Jiang Lang pinched a handful on his waist.

And you're mine.

It's my destiny.

The soft pain on the waist scared Xing boiling snow a spirit, "Ginger languid!"

"Here it is."

Jiang Lang is so good, Xing Qixue doesn't know what to say.

"Disagree?" Jiang languor sits on one side, embraces Xing boiling Snow's shoulder, pretends to control him and says: "if you don't agree, you'll catch the boiling snow and kill your butt."

"You, don't talk." Xing Qixue's heart softened and her eyebrows wrinkled anxiously. She felt that she was becoming more and more wrong.

"Say it."

Jiang Lang's hand around his shoulder slowly glides, holding Xing's waist with one hand, and then passing over Xing's shoulder and jaw, touching Xing's other side of the face, breaking it off and facing himself.

"Also want to say, I want to boil snow."

When it's boiling, he's going to hide himself

Of course, he didn't try hard to break off Jiang. Xing Qixue succeeded in hiding, but it didn't hinder Jiang's pursuit.

It's still a kiss.

The man can't help but close his eyes and accept it in silence.

Just let people not talk, let people quiet Xing boiling snow, now is gradually active, lips slightly open.

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