Chapter 248

"And why do you want to do it? I asked you just now. You said you don't mind."

Ji Qianchen is like a kitten ready to fight in his arms.

"He talks too much."

"Yes, he talks more than you, but it's also wrong? Isn't all communication like this? "

Ji Qianchen is indignant and argues for Gu Yunxiu.

She'll have to fix this guy's arrogance.

"Yes. So I asked rob to buy him coffee. "

"So you buy salty."

"It's all the same."

"What's the same? It's so salty. "

"Then you gave me a drink, didn't you?" Ling Xiao's cold and sharp eagle eyes stare at Ji Qianchen.

Ji Qianchen was suffocated by the terrible cold.

"I......"

Come on, this round, she continues to throw in the towel.

"When are you going to hold the flower?" Ling Xiaohan starts to play the flower's abacus again.

Ji Qianchen held the flower and smelled it. "It's so beautiful. Take it back to the vase."

"So fond of flowers?"

"Girls like it. What a pity to throw. "

"Then throw it away."

Ling Xiaohan grabs the flower in her hand, throws it behind her, holds her out of the show, and goes into Maybach.

"You are too cruel."

Ji Qianchen is sitting in the car with a small face.

"Just a bunch of flowers, it's called cruelty?"

"If you don't, blame someone else." Ji Qianchen bites his lower lip and is indignant.

In college, she gave him flowers.

The flowers were all buried in the trash.

He never sent her flowers.

She needs to remember the revenge.

"I did."

"When did you deliver it?" Ji Qianchen grabs the small head and thinks about it carefully.

In the impression, he did not send her flowers.

"Just now."

"Where is it?"

"Soon you will see it."

Ling owl cold lift thin lips, light voice way.

Maybach galloped through the night.

Arrive at yunjingwan.

Ling Xiaohan takes Ji Qianchen's hand and gets off the car.

"You go first."

"Why?"

"Be obedient."

Ling Xiaohan pushes her to the carved iron gate.

The Butler is at the door.

Bow respectfully, "little madam, please open the door."

Let her open the door for the first time.

What kind of logic is that.

Is there anything in it?

Ji Qianchen looks back at Ling Xiaohan.

He leaned in front of the door, his eyes full of doting soft light.

There is a clue.

Is there a flower in it?

Ji Qianchen held out a hand and gently pushed open the carved iron door.

The iron door creaked open.

Ji Qianchen's eyes fell on the courtyard.

The whole yard was covered with roses.

Red, pink, blue, Champagne

The fragrant rose penetrated her nose.

She has never seen so many flowers. The front yard of Lingjia villa has become a sea of flowers.

I can't count how many, in a word, there are more than tens of thousands.

Ji Qianchen's eyes filled with tears.

Run to the outside, rush to Ling Xiaohan, stand on tiptoe, hook his neck and kiss his lips warmly.

Rob and the Housekeeper on the other side of the room fled one after another, not becoming the light bulb between them.

Ling Xiaohan hooks her waist and eagerly responds to her.

Wanton intimate, lick, lips and teeth of honey, a little bit spread and open.

After a kiss.

Ling Xiaohan takes her into the villa.

The smell of fragrance all the way.

A few days later.

Ling Xiaohan takes Ji Qianchen to France by helicopter to attend Avril's birthday party.

Along the way, Ji Qianchen's eyelids were always fluttering.

Maybe it's a woman's sixth sense.

On this trip to France, something will happen.

"Don't you hate her? Why go back to celebrate her birthday? "

Ji Qianchen asked, leaning against his arms and wringing his fingers.

"You think I'm going to celebrate?" Ling Xiao sneered at the cold, and a trace of sinister breath appeared between his lips.

"It doesn't look like it. By the way, have you brought my painting?"

"Well."

"In fact, I have prepared a gift. It's in the trunk. Let's send it together. It's a part of my heart. " Ji Qianchen prepared this gift for some time.Specially didn't tell Ling Xiaohan.

"What?"

Asked Ling Xiaohan curiously.

Looking at Ji Qianchen's little eyes, there is nothing good.

"Wonderful things."

"Better than this painting?"

"That's for sure."

"Very well."

A long flight of more than ten hours.

Ling Xiaohan and Ji Qianchen arrived in Paris on their birthday party.

The plane stopped directly at the golf course behind Ling's palace castle.

The weather is especially good, blue sky, green grass.

Ling Xiaohan leads Ji Qianchen down the elevator.

The French maid, dressed in a uniform of black and white, waited there early.

Besides these servants, there is another one.

Issa, who has not yet risen from her wheelchair.

"Long time no see."

With a smile, Isaiah said this to Ji Qianchen.

Weird and hairy.

Ling Xiaohan looks around Ji Qianchen's waist, ignores Issa and goes straight ahead.

Lingshi palace Castle covers a huge area. The typical European architecture is like a resplendent palace.

Roman pillars soar to the sky, white walls are painted, and golden glazed tiles are shining in the sun.

"Didn't you burn a villa last time? Isn't it this one? "

Ji Qianchen points to the magnificent palace castle and asks Ling Xiaohan.

"There are dozens of houses like Ling's in France. This is the main house. "

"How rich..."

Ji Qianchen sighed.

Rob behind, along with casual servants and bodyguards, is responsible for taking their luggage and gifts off the plane.

Before entering palace castle, Ji Qianchen asked rob to prepare the gift she wanted to give.

In the huge banquet hall, the wine was pouring out, and the soothing violin music played softly.

Although the crystal chandelier above the hall is not on, it still shines.

The ballroom is mostly French.

Ji Qianchen appeared with the cold hand of Lingxiao in his hand, which caused quite a stir.

She can hear many people in French calling Ling Xiaohan, master Ling.

From the numerous guests, Ji Qianchen saw Ling Xiong in black suit and the beautiful French woman holding him by his side.

The skin is white, the eyes are like sapphire, the lips are thin and beautiful, the facial features are three-dimensional beautiful

A real beauty.

This is Avril.

Ji Qianchen lowers his head and grabs Ling Xiaohan's arm. He whispers, "your stepmother is so beautiful. I painted her so ugly. Will she kill me on the spot?"

"With me, she dare not touch you."

Ling Xiaohan leads her all the way forward.

Avril and Lingxiong stand in the center of the hall, waiting for them to come closer.

"Han, are you here to celebrate my birthday? Is this Asian woman your wife? " Avril's tone seems friendly, and she takes the lead in greeting Ling Xiaohan.