She didn’t say anything when she received the message, but her face turned red quietly.
Ling Yicheng liked her shy and timid picture and patted her in a good mood. little ass Lie still and don’t move around.
He came to the edge of the bed and slowly tidied up his clothes, then glanced at Ou Porcelain slightly. What would you like for dinner?
Ouci has no appetite and is thinking about the design room I want to go home
Ling Yicheng’s face immediately sank. He ignored her and turned to the living room.
Ou porcelain vaguely heard him like ordering takeout.
Half an hour later, there was a table of dishes in front of Ou Porcelain, which was light.
Isn’t there a little pepper?
Ou porcelain pinched a meter distance with her little finger.
Ling Yicheng put a bowl of porridge in front of Ou Porcelain. Don’t sprain your ankle if something happens.
Speaking of sprained European porcelain, I thought of Yu Qingqing again.
Didn’t she sprain her ankle, too
What makes talking to her in Lingyicheng dialect so gentle and fierce?
Ling Yicheng, do you know that your temper is so fierce?
The porcelain glared at the man across the street and spoke a little bit.
A chopstick head knocks on the European porcelain forehead
Ou porcelain rubbed his forehead and continued to talk desperately. If you were green, would you be willing to play like this?
Luo Peijuan is right. Ling Yicheng’s mind is really missing one trackminded when dealing with women.
It took him time and again to figure out that Ou Porcelain should mean jealous when he said this.
right
Otherwise, would she be indifferent to Yu Qingqing for three transgressions of five times?
What’s more, neither of them has met.
The man’s lip corner is curved with a touch of radian, and even his eyes are joking, Is the small porcelain sour?
European porcelain chopsticks silently poke the porridge in the bowl. There is no taste. Where is it sour?
No vinegar
She muttered a word.
The vinegar jar has been knocked over and said there is no vinegar?
Ling Yicheng looked at her with a long eyebrow.
Ou Porcelain swallows a grain of food without knowing the taste, and then she suddenly looks up at Ling Yicheng.
Men’s words?
What do you mean?
European porcelain looks surprised.
Ling Yicheng was parried by her rare stupidity.
A throw chopsticks in his hand picked up the European porcelain from the chair and threw it into the bedroom big bed.
Ou porcelain, what’s wrong with him? He didn’t realize the danger was approaching.
She also complained with impatience, If only the steamed fish had been braised in brown sauce …
Ling Yicheng’s eyes swept the European porcelain ankle deeply, and the swelling was much less than before.
There should be no problem if he restrain himself.
Bend over and scoff, and the European porcelain pajamas will break.
What are you doing?
European porcelain screamed suddenly.
Ling Yicheng knelt on the edge of the bed and his hand didn’t stop.
Ou porcelain finally realized the seriousness of the problem when he saw that his original dark eyes were stained with emotion.
Stretched out his hand and shoved him. Ling Yicheng, I’m still injured. If you want to be in heat, I’ll go to see you Qingqing.
☆ Chapter 3 One City Cloth Dyeing
Ling Yicheng looks a little gloomy.
This woman always likes to push him to other women.
Is it what she thinks or what she feels?
Would you really like it if I went to see her?
When Ling Yicheng asked this question, he looked at her transfixed and never let go of an expression on her face.
Ou Ci opened her mouth. Will she?
The little woman stupidly let Ling Yicheng confirm that she guessed that she was angry.