Chapter 59

She is deliberately showing off to Qi Qing. She wants to let her go. Now, Ling Xiaohan dotes on her.

But in Qi Qing's eyes, Ji Qianchen's greedy label has thickened a layer, as if it can't be picked off her again.

At more than seven o'clock in the evening, Ji Qianchen and Ling Xiaohan boarded the private plane and took several servants to take care of their accompanying life, while rob took several bodyguards to take care of their accompanying safety.

More than ten hours of flying is boring and long.

Ji Qianchen almost slept all night in the arms of Ling Xiaohan.

At eight o'clock the next morning, he arrived in Paris, France.

The plane landed at a private airport and a special person had been arranged to receive them.

The host was an authentic Frenchman named ed, who was about thirty or forty years old.

Getting off the plane, Ling Xiaohan holds Ji Qianchen's hand and talks to ED for a long time, using authentic French. Ji Qianchen can't understand a word.

It seems that they are familiar with each other, have a good relationship, and talk all the way.

I can only follow foolishly and be a deaf mute.

Ed sent a Lincoln car to take them to their residence, which is located in a swan castle on the outskirts of the city. The castle has a long history and a simple atmosphere. The castle stands at the seaside, with beautiful scenery.

After staying in the castle, the servant is responsible for cleaning and rob is busy with patrolling around.

Ling Xiaohan takes Ji Qianchen to take a bath, changes into a casual suit and takes her for a walk along the beautiful coastline.

Ji Qianchen took off her shoes and stepped on the soft sand, letting the wind blow her white train.

A head of enchanting curls dancing with the wind, beautiful scenery, beautiful weather, the right people are all around.

Ji Qianchen is in a strange good mood.

"Why don't you play there for a while? I'll take a few calls."

"Good." Ji Qianchen nodded.

Ling Xiaohan releases his hand holding Ji Qianchen and takes his cell phone to the other side to answer the phone.

Ji Qianchen, squatting on the beach and playing with fine sand, looks at Ling Xiaohan, who answers the phone there from time to time.

His facial features are as handsome as the God of heaven. His beauty is extraordinary. Against the morning sun, he outlines the impeccable outline.

From time to time he murmured, from time to time he frowned and roared.

It doesn't look like I'm in a good mood.

It's half an hour since he answered the phone.

Ji Qianchen exudes thin sweat all over her body, and she turns Liu Hai aside to Ling Xiaohan.

"It's a little hot. Let's go back."

"Good." Ling Xiaohan didn't say anything more and agreed to her proposal without hesitation.

Back to the castle, in the hall, there was a beautiful girl who was dressed like a fairy. Her features were exquisite, small and lovely. Her eyes were ice blue, very beautiful.

See Ling Xiaohan come back from the outside, swish to stand up, go straight to him, such as flying butterflies.

Stretched out two hands to hook Ling Xiaohan's neck directly, the voice is delicate and soft, like the mountain spring, crisp and pure.

"Uncle Ling, Yinger miss you so much."

Ling Xiaohan hurriedly plucked the girl from her body and said, "muying, pay attention."

"Well, uncle Ling, you have changed."

The smile on her face collapsed as soon as she turned her mouth.

This girl named Mu Ying is only eighteen or nine years old, which is very similar to Ji Qianchen.

Looking at this simple, frank and fearless girl, she can think of herself who was desperately chasing Ling Xiaohan.

"Uncle, you don't love me, is it because of this aunt?" Mu Ying glares at Ji Qianchen angrily, and points at Ji Qianchen with one hand impolitely.

Big Mom?

Talk about her?

She's only 23, OK? How can she become a mother?

Ji Qianchen stares at Ling Xiaohan.

Good you Ling Xiaohan. I haven't seen you for four years. I've got peach blossom all over me. Now I have to deal with her one by one.

"Isn't it, uncle, you tell me the truth, I can bear it." Mu Ying holds Ling Xiaohan's arm and asks.

"You talk slowly. I'll make room for you. There are children. I'm not a mother. My name is Ji Qianchen." Ji Qianchen left a sentence and went upstairs to the bedroom with his head up and chest up.

Ling Xiaohan quickly shakes off Mu Ying and warns, "don't call Qianchen aunt, sister-in-law, and don't make a fool of yourself."

"Uncle, even if she is your wife, she should be called aunt. Why is she called sister-in-law? Besides, why don't you wait for me to grow up and get married? Uncle, you are not cute at all. "

Regardless of Mu Ying's continuous questioning downstairs, Ling Xiaohan goes up to the second floor and enters the bedroom.

Ji Qianchen is holding a paintbrush to sketch the sea view out of the window.

There is a unique beauty in the blue sky.

Ling Xiaohan sat beside her, took her brush out of her hand, twisted her shoulder, and let her look at him.Four eyes are opposite.

Deep and sharp.

As if the atomic bomb was about to explode, it was in danger.

"Angry?"

"What's so angry about this? President Ling is the man that all the celebrities in Yuncheng want to marry. But now it's obviously popular abroad. Why am I angry when I marry such a good husband?" Ji Qianchen makes a cold hum. Every sentence has a blade. Ling Xiaohan, who has been cut, is hurt all over.

"Tell the truth!"

His tone was sharp, and there was inexplicably a trace of sinister chill.

Ji Qianchen looked up at him, his eyes motionless: "I'm not only angry, but also jealous. Can I kill that stinky girl who is called my aunt?"

Ji told half the truth this time.

At first, she had such a belief.

Ling Xiaohan belongs to a person in Qianchen of her age. If you want to kill one rival, you need to kill one pair of enemies.

Ling Xiao cold chuckles, thin lips open a trace of beauty radian: "this is right."

He likes her real appearance, after all, this is her, is his Ji Qianchen.

"My husband, please allow me to kill people. Are you going to jail for me after killing them?" Ji Qianchen asked with a smile.

"My husband can do it for you. Why go to jail?"

Ling Xiaohan reached out and pinched her delicate face.

Ji Qianchen is stunned.

It turned out that Ling Xiaohan was not the school God she knew in the University.

His power, his financial resources, his power had been so strong that she could not imagine it.

He can turn his hand over the cloud and cover it with rain. You can also bully abroad.

"Is it too arrogant?" I hook his neck and stare at him.

"To be my woman, I have to walk sideways."

Ling Xiao cold hugged Ji Qianchen, close to his broad and strong chest.

She could smell the fragrance of the light shower gel on his body, which was very good, and she was fascinated by it.

It seems to have been poisoned for four years. The poison has gone into the five zang organs and six Fu organs. There is no medicine to cure it.

"Walking sideways, isn't that a crab? I don't want to be a crab. " Ji Qianchen pours and argues.