That pair of languid let son, let white Mo cold one breath card in the throat, half a day have no way to spit out.

But who is Bai Mohan, where is so easy to see emotional fluctuations, he took a look at Xu Jing, Chen, with a certain language way: "you haven't let go!"

Xu Jingchen smiles. Even if he doesn't mention anything, he knows what Bai Mohan means. He also smiles back with no fear: "never let go. Do you know today?"

The Mou son inside takes a few minutes of provocation, white Mo cold face finally appeared wave motion.

Cold eyes swept his body, and again gathered all the eyes, he said: "let go, good for everyone."

Xu Jingchen sneers, the corner of his lips evokes a trace of irony, "you are not me, how do you know if it's good like this?"

White ink cold eyes in the pan with cold light, eyes burning looking at Xu Jingchen, however, no matter how white ink cold look at him, Xu Jingchen is like a nobody.

It seems that after a long time, a little wind blows from the window, and a cold attack sets off his colder room.

Bai Mohan simply did not say it vaguely there, but said it word by word clearly, "she is married, Xu Jingchen, you don't understand, you just didn't appear at the right time, do you know what your behavior is?"

"Regardless of everything for love," Xu Jingchen replied, smiling again. He lowered his head and chewed it repeatedly, then nodded, "I'm very satisfied."

Listen to in the ear of white Mo Han completely is another pair of can't throw away of gum.

Sharp cold eyes across his body, more and more cold, white ink cold is looking at him like a dead man.

After a while, Bai Mohan suddenly got up, straightened his sleeve, looked down, and said, "let's wait and see!"

Like a sudden surge of tornado, virtually rotating, Xu Jingchen looked up at him, peach blossom eyes flash, fearless smile.

It's like being posted. It's the two of them.

When Xiao you came downstairs, only Xu Jingchen was left to sit on the sofa.

She did not understand the look around, face at a loss, had to ask Xu Jingchen: "cold?"

Xu Jingchen thought, "it's time to go to work."

Xiaoyou looked at him suspiciously, rather dubious, took out his mobile phone and dialed in the past. Sure enough, he said: "the company has something to do, so I went in a hurry."

"It's OK. You're busy." Xiao you waved his hand, not angry at all.

Hang up the phone, a glance eavesdropping on the phone Xu Jingchen, Xiaoyou's face suddenly pulled down.

She said, "the food has been eaten and the people have seen it."

The implication is, Xu Jingchen, it's time for you to go away.

Xu Jingchen naturally heard it and asked, "will you go to the company tomorrow?"

Small leisurely not language, he continues to repeat that sentence: "go?"

Still speechless, he simply said, "I'll just stay for dinner. I feel that my aunt still likes me very much."

A language, small you Leng Ran, hurriedly way: "go, tomorrow go!"

"Well," he nodded thoughtfully, "I'll go tomorrow."

Xiaoyou

Seeing off Xu Jingchen, the God of plague, feels that the air is fresh. Xiao you just lies on the sofa and watches TV.

Jiangqiu water down, is to see if you need to prepare something to drink, but the open living room, also only a small you nest in a place watching TV.

And the others, there's no one else.

Xiaoyou is being teased by a program. He feels a stabbing pain on his shoulder. He pulls out the pillow on his stomach, looks at Jiang Qiushui and says, "Mom, what are you doing? It hurts!"

"Where are they?" Asked Jiang Qiushui.

"Gone!"

"Gone?" Jiang Qiushui obviously doesn't believe it. How can he leave suddenly? He stares at Xiaoyou with burning eyes and asks, "driven away by you?"

Small leisurely moment of speechless, how they left is their own to drive away.

This is really my mother!

The Mou light pondered to turn, explain to say: "may be to have what urgent matter, this also probably."

Jiang Qiushui was dubious, but he still believed it. He sat down and looked Xiaoyou up and down. She asked, "what's the matter with you three? How do I look strange?"

"We?" Xiaoyou smiles, "what's the matter with us? Mom, you think too much."

She still doesn't believe it. She stares at Xiaoyou for a while. Then she takes back her eyes silently. After a while, she asks, "don't you go to work?"

"No Small leisurely tune a stage, spit out two words.

Jiangqiushui speechless, "do you work like this, three days fishing, two days drying net."

Xiaoyou very seriously said: "Mom, this time I've been working for a week in a row. I don't have three days to fish and two days to bask in the net."

Jiang QiushuiWill be put on the belly pillow to pull out, she quietly went out, forget it, anyway, can't control her, with her.

What Xiaoyou said is that she really doesn't want to go. This afternoon, she has been staying at home. She has a feeling that she won't go tomorrow.

Xingxing is very happy. Her mother is finally free to stay at home with her.

After dinner, Bai Mohan came back late. Jiang Qiushui actually wanted to ask him what happened at noon today.

But it didn't.

Moreover, she always felt that Bai Mohan was strange today, which was very strange.

After pondering for a moment, she asked, "Han, did you eat it in the evening? Why don't mom make you something to eat? "

"No, Ma. Don't be busy. I've eaten." With that, he went upstairs.

Jiang Qiushui takes a look at Xiaoyou, and Xiaoyou follows him quickly.

The man went to the study directly. Anyway, he would come back later. Xiaoyou went to the room and took a bath. After staying for more than an hour, the door was pushed open.

Small leisurely head looked one eye, she way: "you take a bath, take a bath water I put for you."

He did not say a word, a few steps on the past, directly holding small you waist, small you almost scared, puzzled asked: "what's the matter?"

White ink cold language, bow head nest in her neck.

There is a kind of star usually holding her appearance, Xiaoyou also joked: "how, hit?"

"Well." He gave a dull reply.

Xiaoyou can't help laughing when he hears it. Will he be hit again? He patted his head with his hand and asked, "what's the matter? It's not like you."

He doesn't move and doesn't speak. He keeps this action all the time. When he finally lets go, Xiaoyou looks at him all the time.

White ink cold face of indifference, can't see just that is he.

"What do you want me to do?" He straightened his sleeves, coughed and said, "I'm going to take a bath."

Always feel that he is in a bit of a hurry, Xiaoyou smile, awkward man!