Chapter 1829

In view of his other purposes, he went to deliver food to Qian Yikun in the afternoon.

Qian Yikun in the moment of entering the police station to mobilize all the hair, this woman or not, one certainly no good.

"Oh, don't be so nervous. I'm really here to deliver food for you." Don't you smile like a little fox and open the lunch box sincerely.

Qian Yikun leaned on the back of his chair and frowned at the woman opposite him. "I tell you, you've straightened out all those dandy intestines in your stomach."

Could it be that he rolled his eyes, went over directly, and then straddled Qian Yikun, "I promise not to break the law."

Qian Yikun leaned back again and subconsciously reached out to stop her waist. The woman came prepared.

Could it be that he picked up the plate in the lunch box with one hand, then pinched up the cake and put it on Qian Yikun's lips to feed him, "it's very delicious. I brought it to you after I ate it."

"Do you mean international law by not breaking the law, or is it your law?" Qian Yikun is not fooled.

"Prison head." Murphy secretly rolled his eyes, directly put the cake into his mouth, and then put his arms around Qian Yikun's neck and crossed lip to lip.

Qian Yikun

The sweetness of the cake and the fragrance of her lips spread to his lips at the same time.

This woman really is——

Recently, seduction seems to be the most commonly used method.

Because she knew that Qian Yikun was a real prison for her.

A piece of cake for two.

Could it be that he pecked on his lips, "the old woman scolded me and said I was fake."

"It's respect to be long." Qian Yikun was not moved.

"Bah, a person like her can be regarded as a person who is respected for her long life and drinks her own son's blood. What's the point?" Is not angry, scold to want to go down from Qian Yikun body.

Qian Yikun buckled her waist, did not let her succeed, directly kiss her lips, not very clear voice from his lips, "but she has a son."

There was a flash of light in my brain.

So Qian Yikun means that you can't beat that old man, but you can beat her uncle, right?

However, Qian Yikun didn't give Murphy the time to verify whether this sentence meant this or not. He had already put people on his desk.

"Wear less jeans in the future."

It's not easy to take off at all!

"No!"

What she wears is her freedom.

The setting sun falls on the desk through the window. On the first day of the lunar new year, everyone who is busy celebrating the Chinese new year seems to have no criminal cases to call out. Therefore, except for the first and second floors, there are only Qian Yikun himself on the third floor.

The door of the office is not locked, and Qian Yikun is not worried.

He knows why he came to her. Since he can't object, it's not too much for him to ask for a toll.

This kind of thing, the two have always been in tune, is it not a woman, sometimes even more than Qian Yikun has the initiative.

"Don't be too hard." Qian Yikun stood at her desk, clasping her waist with both hands, but her lips fell on the clavicle of her ragged clothes, leaving a bite mark on it.

Could it be that he hummed comfortably, put his hands around his neck, and there was a look of fox spirit between his eyebrows, which only Qian Yikun could give her.

It's still early to get married, but she won't let go of her rights at all.