Li Xian was a little stunned, and his body shook.
An Ziqing was in Ling Chuan's arms, and Ling Chuan was obviously very nervous about An Ziqing!
An Ziqing is not Mo Wei's girlfriend, how can he always feel that An Ziqing and Ling Chuan knew each other!
"Sister-in-law!!" Ling Rou immediately supported Li Xian and shouted worriedly.
With surprised gazes along the way, the servants-people watched their young master carrying the new woman from the pool all the way to the room.
Ling Chuan's hand holding An Ziqing tightened.
He doesn't like himself like this at all.
Just now I thought An Ziqing was going to die, and his heart was about to jump out.
It turned out that he even cared about her!
Yeah, hate her, but care damnly!
Otherwise, she would not take advantage of the vacancy and let her move to his apartment.
She was so cruel to herself.
But he couldn't let go of her clearly!
Do not! He must have put her down!
Kicked the door open, Ling Chuan threw her directly at the **.
The action is a bit rude.
An Ziqing raised her eyes to look at him, with her hands resting on the bed, her hair was wet against her chest, her clothes were all soaked, and the shirt inside was close to the skin, and that place could already be seen- Light.
He even saw the color of her inner-clothes, which was red.
She didn't like to wear red before.
But she is wearing it now.
Thinking of sending An Ziqing home that day, Mo Wei took her most private and secret thing to show off to him, Ling Chuan felt another burst of anger.
He turned around and walked out.
An Ziqing glanced at his body and sighed weakly.
I want to take a shower in the bathroom.
In fact, she wanted to say thank you to Ling Chuan.
But before he could speak, he left strangely.
He acted for her as a man-work-breath-breath, she felt it, and she heard his anxious voice.
Ling Chuan walked back again, holding a set of clean clothes in his hand.
Throw it in front of her.
"Put it on!" Ling Chuan said coldly.
An Ziqing took the clothes, "Is this Miss Li's clothes?"
Asked this question, An Zi Halal wanted to slap himself in the mouth.
If you change it, you can change it, and ask so much what you are doing.
"I told you to change it!" Ling Chuan was noncommittal, just snorted coldly.
"Oh..." An Ziqing looked up at Ling Chuan, "Can you avoid it..."
Ling Chuan glanced at her, ignored her, and walked directly to the mirror.
Take off your clothes.
An Ziqing subconsciously raised his eyes to look at him.
Ling Chuan's clothes were also wet.
He took off and changed into clean clothes.
Halfway through, I found the woman in the mirror looking at him.
Ling Chuan turned around and unbuttoned the buttons generously at her.
One by one untied, revealing a strong chest.
The standard abdominal muscles and the beautifully curvy mermaid line made An Ziqing all blood-pulse-spray-open.
Ling Chuan's abdominal muscles have been there for a long time.
He likes fitness like his father Ling Tianao.
Remember Ling Chuan went to the gym to work out.
Almost a bunch of women came around.
An Ziqing was too jealous to accompany him at that time.
He strongly asked Ling Chuan not to go to the gym.
Ling Chuan gave her a disdainful glance, "How come you are like an idiot!"
But even though I said that.
Ling Chuan really didn't go to the gym again.
Instead, a place for fitness is arranged at home.
Every time Lingchuan exercises, An Ziqing runs on time.
Sitting in the gym, watching him exercise.
The sweat ran down from his cheeks and passed through every part of his body. The wheat-colored healthy skin was really enjoyable.
And at that time she still liked to wipe the sweat on him, whether it was on the face or on the body.
She took a towel and rushed to wipe it.
Ling Chuan didn't like being touched by others.
But only let her get close.
This seems to have become her privilege, and she is also particularly proud. (End of this chapter)