Jun Qing came back to his senses from the past and shook his head gently: "I just saw this dress and felt a little touching the scene."

"Don't think about the past. You just protect yourself and kill someone. You did nothing wrong. Even if you don't kill him, I will kill him." Di Lin handed her the nightgown in his hand, pinched her chin with two fingers, raised her little face, and coaxed her gently, "I'll help you get chocolate, a big piece!"

Jun chuckled helplessly: "Don't greed for me, I'm controlling my weight."

"It's okay, at worst, you can exercise for a while before going to bed. We can (go out for a walk) together..."

Before Di Lin could finish his words, Jun Qing glared at him with a red face.

"rogue!"

Di Lin was scolded and was slightly stunned.

Reflecting on what she pointed, a look of astonishment flashed in his eyes.

After a moment, it turned into a smile again.

Her big hands grabbed her slender waist, picked her up, and placed her on the dressing table in the cloakroom.

Di Lin supported her hands on her side and bent over to meet her eyes.

"I'm talking about walking, what do you think I'm talking about?"

"I..." Her little face became more and more red, "I was talking about it as a walk."

Spotlights are installed on the dressing table.

The girl's long eyelashes were painted golden, and her lips were slightly pouted because of anger.

His little face was blushing, and he looked angry and ashamed as he looked particularly tempting to bully him.

He couldn't help but lower his head and grabbed the seductive pair of pinks.

Jun Qing deliberately avoided him with a sarcastic tone.

"Didn't you go for a walk?!"

walk?

It's a little bit to say whether she can still walk tomorrow.

"I'm afraid you don't have the strength!"

His voice seemed a little confused between her neck.

He stretched out his arms to pick up the girl, and Di Lin walked out of the cloakroom with great strides.

When his fingertips touched his arm, he felt the strange touching feeling under his shirt, Jun Qing grabbed his arm in confusion.

"Husband, what's wrong with your arm?"

A few days later, his injury had recovered, but a layer of hard scab on the outside had not yet fallen off, and you could clearly feel something was wrong through your shirt.

With his backhand, Di Lin lowered his head and blocked her mouth, and no longer gave her the chance to distract herself from thinking about anything else.

...

...

It was late at night.

The lights in the study room are still on.

There was no one behind the desk, and the documents on the desk were spread out casually, and two of them fell directly to the ground, and ignored them.

In front of the open window, Feng Chen pinched the fiery red button.

"fraud!"

He grabbed the button suddenly, raised his right arm high, tightened his fingers and retracted his right hand back.

Spread your fingers and look at the buttons between your fingers. Feng Chen slowly closed his fingers and stuffed the buttons back into his pocket.

Turning around and walking towards the table, his eyes falling on the documents that had been piled up on the table for several days.

He suddenly raised his eyebrows, turned around suddenly, throwing the button out.

The red buttons drew an arc in the air and fell into the swimming pool outside the window, floating gently on the water surface with the waves.

Feng Chen lowered his head and stared at the button, and his blue eyes seemed to be stained with blood.

Red.

A knock on the door sounded.

The assistant walked in gently, his eyes falling on Feng Chen by the window. He swallowed a bit of fear and walked behind Feng Chen with a hard temper.

"I have sorted out the information you want."

Feng Chen stood in front of the window without moving.

"Who is it?"

"Now...can't be sure yet!"
Chapter completed!