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Chapter 43 Is This a Marriage Proposal?

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    Jian Ling retracted her hands and feet, and kept shrinking her body into the bed, trying to retreat to her own territory, but the warmth of the lips, tongue and palms of the man next to her kept interfering with her thoughts and actions.

    She raised her neck high and breathed through the gap, floating and sinking in the warm water like a lonely and beautiful white swan.  Sweat dripped on her eyelids, her eyelashes trembled, she slowly opened her eyes, her eyes were foggy, as if separated by a layer of mist, she frowned and called his name: "Cheng Zhixu"

    "Huh?" Cheng Zhixu answered him with a muffled voice, as if wrapped in heat.

    I don't know what to call him, I just want to call him.  The temperature in the room was rising steadily, and Jian Ling was so hot that he didn't feel any coldness anymore.

    "Cheng Zhixu." Jian Ling was so helpless that she wanted to cry but couldn't.

    "Um."

    "Cheng Zhixu"

    "I am here."

    Cheng Zhixu responded patiently.  He didn't expect to make her his own so early. He thought carefully and knew that Ye Guizhou's test would be difficult. According to his temper, he knew that he might not move his fist in the future.

    In terms of Jian Ling's importance in Jian's and Ye's families, it's even harder to say about his parents and elders.

    However, all the obstacles and considerations could not be worth a "time and place", he admitted that some things really couldn't go according to the plan.  How could there be the saying that "plans cannot keep up with changes"?

    In the quiet room, the hollowed-out little golden pig on the bracelet on Jian Linghaobai's wrist jingled and jingled, and it didn't stop for a long time

    As if there were charcoal fire crackling and burning in the air, Jian Ling was extremely hot and thirsty, sobbing and saying that she wanted to drink water.  Cheng Zhixu raised his head, the sweat from his temples dripped down the lines of his face, his forehead was wet, his eyes were flushed, his eyes were deep and intoxicated, as if he had drunk a few bottles of wine.

    It can be regarded as the clouds and the rain, Jian Ling was so tired that she couldn't lift her fingers, because she was so shy that she didn't know how to face Cheng Zhixu, she simply turned her face away, and buried her in the pillow, her exposed ears and neck were red and sweaty.

    After a long time, she still didn't dare to look at Cheng Zhixu's face, just like when she kissed him for the first time, she would feel embarrassed when she saw him.

    Cheng Zhixu looked at her crimson ears, and couldn't help letting out a muffled laugh. Thinking of the worries at that moment, the smile gradually narrowed, and turned into a low sigh.

    The sigh was mixed with a little regret, it was a little too soon, compared to her young age.

    But he has no regrets.

    It is determined that this is the person, and sooner or later, it will be her, so I can't run away.

    Jian Ling was thinking wildly at first, and her mind was in a mess like a muddy mess, but she keenly grasped the subtle emotions leaked from him, slowly lifted her face from the pillow, looked at him shamelessly and bluntly, and said in a low voice:  "You sighdo you regret it?"

    Cheng Zhixu had a satisfied smile on his lips, pinched her face, couldn't help itching, touched her messy hair, pushed the hair on her face aside with his fingers, and said in a low and deep voice: "  What are you talking about. I just thought of one thing¡ªI'm worried, how should I explain to your uncle. "

    The good brother asked him to help take care of his niece, but he ended up taking care of her on the bed.

    Thinking of this, Cheng Zhixu raised his forehead, and sighed secretly that his behavior was really not enough for a gentleman.

    Jian Ling was stunned, as if she had never thought about this question.  She fell in love with Cheng Zhixu, and always regarded him as the object of pursuit, and didn't pay much attention to his relationship with Ye Guizhou.

    Except in order to get to know him at the beginning, she used Ye Guizhou to inquire about a lot of his privacy.

    "Don't mind this." Jian Ling said, "My uncle has a pretty good personality, so he won't make things difficult for you."

    "No." Cheng Zhixu rubbed the center of his brows, a bit dumbfounded, "You have to call your uncle uncle, that's what I care about the most. Ye Guizhou is my friend, of the same generation. Jian Ling, I'm even younger with you  One cut, so depressing."

    Jian Ling was suddenly hit by a smile, imagining how Cheng Zhixu called Ye Guizhou's uncle aggrieved, and couldn't stop laughing while clutching his stomach.

    Cheng Zhixu reached over, touched her thin wrist, pulled her over, put him in his arms, kissed the top of her hair, and whispered: "Is it so funny?"

    The man's voice was a little deep, with a smile on his face, it sounded so good.  Jian Ling buried herself in his arms, and whispered softly: "It is said that marrying a chicken is like a chicken, and marrying a dog is like a dog. I can call Ye Guizhou brother according to your generation."

    Cheng Zhixu was stunned for a moment, then laughed, and his chest trembled.  Jian Ling pressed against his body, and could clearly feel the tremor.

    "Do you want some water?" Cheng Zhixu asked.

    "drink."

    theWell, wash your hands and go to the kitchen to cook, and let Jian Ling stay in the living room.

    He was afraid of her, and when he got sick, his soul almost died.  He had thought it all over, and when her illness was completely cured, he would supervise her to exercise her body to strengthen her resistance, and the most important thing was to solve the problem fundamentally.

    The sound of cooking came from the kitchen, which was reassuring and comfortable. Jian Ling, a waste of dim sum, was sitting on the sofa watching TV, and received a call from Ye Xianxin halfway.

    "Did you get off the plane?" The mother-in-law asked worriedly.

    "Well, I arrived an hour ago." Jian Ling picked up the remote control, turned off the TV, leaned on the back of the sofa with her knees in one hand, and huddled into a small ball.

    "You got off the plane an hour ago? Where are you now? Why haven't you come home yet?" Ye Xianxin could hear that her voice was abnormal, "Why is your voice hoarse?"

    "I'm going back to the apartment." Jian Ling's throat was uncomfortable, she cleared her throat, and her voice became lower and lower as she spoke, "My throat is I accidentally caught a cold in Switzerland, I'm already cured, mom, don't worry about me.  "

    "If you have a cold, why don't you tell me not to worry about you?" Ye Xianxin's voice suddenly rose a few degrees, "You go home now, and I'll ask my aunt to cook soup for you."

    Jian Ling pursed her lips. On one side was her mother's concern, and on the other side was her boyfriend's love dinner. It was so difficult to choose. She knelt her forehead on her knees and said with little confidence: "Mom, it's too late and it's not safe to take a taxi. Don't worry,  I had a good dinner. Besides, I have to go to work tomorrow morning, so it¡¯s not convenient to stay at home. I¡¯ve already asked for an extra day off, so it¡¯s a bit unreasonable to be late for work tomorrow.¡±

    Ye Xianxin was silent for a long time, and finally complied with her.

    Ye Guizhou and Jian Zumao were sitting at the dining table of Jian's family. The two chatted a few words about business matters. Seeing Ye Xianxin walking over, Ye Guizhou asked, "Has anyone arrived yet?"

    "This child, the older she gets, the more willful she becomes. She didn't go home at all, she went back to the apartment." Ye Xianxin sat next to her husband, put down her phone, and her complaints were mixed with the worry and care of a mother, "Guizhou, finish dinner in a while  You send her the soup made by your aunt. She was ill abroad, and she still hasn't recovered from the sound. She probably didn't want me to worry about it, and she didn't tell the truth. "

    Ye Guizhou and his wife Shu Yangyang are newly married Yan Er. Some time ago, he put down his domestic work and went to England to accompany his wife on vacation. By the way, he had a honeymoon, so he didn't pay much attention to Jian Ling's movements.

    After careful calculation, he did not see her for a long time, so he agreed.

    "Okay, I'll go and see her after dinner." (Remember the website URL: www.hlnovel.com
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