Thinking that the quilt was opened again, Lin Jian took out her mobile phone and bent down, forcing Yan Jingchen to suddenly open his eyes in the dark and stare at the back leaning against his lower abdomen.

This damn little girl movie!!!

In normal times, he may directly lift the quilt and beat people a hundred times before jumping up, but today he doesn't know what's wrong. He stares at Lin Jian's back and watches the little girl's films.

"Well, it's a good angle. You can see eight abdominal muscles. Ah, it's also a good angle. Tut Tut, Yan's boy is so handsome even his belly button. It's really boring. Lin Pangpang, you have to practice according to this figure..."

For a time, all kinds of emotions surged into his heart, ashamed, angry, but there was another strange feeling that he could not tell the truth. Yan Jingchen wanted to go away on the spot, but his body was very good. He lay quietly, patting and muttering.

"Or that lump will be photographed?"

“…………”

He'd better run away!!!!

"Hey, forget it. This thing is born and can't exercise in the later stage!"

Lin Jian shook her head and gave up. Yan Jingchen was in a mixed mood.

How on earth did this little girl get raised? How did this character come into being? Obviously a child, but he was forced to shout Gu Nai when he saw people. Now he is still patting and patting the body of a strange man

Yan Jingchen closed his eyes mercilessly, his face was very refreshing, and the lingering shadow of the death curse also weakened a lot. He secretly told himself, forget it, if it's really a life-saving grace, this little thing doesn't have to care too much.

After shooting, Lin Jian was content to cover Yan Jingchen, but she saw the man frowning. She didn't know what bad thing she dreamed of.

Lin Jian lowered her head, put green onion fingertips on her eyebrows, gently rubbed open the folds, and murmured, "have a nightmare? Darling, it's not a nightmare. Look again, are there flowers in full bloom in the sky? If you go there, your world will be beautiful..."

The gentle voice was heard, and the temperature of his fingertips made him greedy, so Yan Jingchen really had a dream in the second half of the night. There was no rolling blood and darkness in the past, but flowers all over the ground. The sky was blue, the sun was big, and a shadow stood in the depths of the sea of flowers. He was slender and tall, and his black hair was shaking. Just when he wanted to see the man's face, he woke up.

At eight o'clock in the morning, Yan Jingchen sat up with his forehead and stared at an almost imperceptible foot socket on the carpet. His eyes sank again and again.

After another ten minutes, he opened the quilt and looked at his lower abdomen. Finally, the corners of his mouth twitched and went into the bathroom.

Twenty minutes later, the refreshing and handsome president Yan came to the restaurant, one hour later than before.

Yan zongchen, who came to disturb me in the morning, is calling an old friend: "I'm only telling you. Martial uncle has gone to No. 7 middle school, which is the school where your side branch is the principal. Don't go now. Martial uncle doesn't like us to see you later. Yes, you'll go again in a few days! Take good care of martial uncle. If someone bullies martial uncle and kills her, do you understand? Guyi pill? If you behave well, you must have you. Martial uncle gave it to me Well, because I serve well... "

Old man Yan looked very sad. It seemed as if he could serve Lin Jian. He smiled happily holding the Guyi pill he had just obtained recently. He thought: send his grandson to serve in exchange for a Guyi pill. It's worth it!!!

Yan Jingchen:

Is he his own?