Fan Jianming knew that Li Qianqian was on the bar with himself. While he hugged Li Qianqian and vacated to the villa, he scratched Li Qianqian's itching with his hands.
However, Li Qianqian quietly performed the inner alchemy. In this case, the itchy nerves on her body were completely numb, and Fan Jianming had nothing to do with her.
After returning to the door of the villa, Fan Jianming put Li Qianqian down.
Li Qianqian slipped to the ground, and Fan Jianming had to hug her again.
Li Qianqian stood there with her legs weak, and Fan Jianming could only hug her tightly.
The problem is that with her arms around her waist, her upper body is also dangling around, as if it is possible to lie down anytime, anywhere.
"It's naughty!"
Fan Jianming mumbled and put Li Qianqian's chin on his shoulder, making her face close to his own.
Then touch the key from her.
Li Qianqian swayed deliberately again, and her upper body leaned back.
Fan Jianming had to put his arms around her back, and finally took out the key to open the door, Li Qianqian swayed from side to side, and suddenly fell to the side.
Fan Jianming picked her up again, walked into the living room and put it on the sofa.
"Okay, wife," Fan Jianming said, "It's almost enough to act like a baby. Your husband is really hungry today. Get something to eat quickly."
Li Qianqian lay motionless on the sofa.
"Oh," Fan Jianming sighed, "It seems that I can't joke with my wife anymore, otherwise, I won't even be able to eat!"
Seeing that Li Qianqian was trying to pretend to be the rhythm, he had to get up and walk towards the kitchen to find the ingredients for himself.
Okay.
I don't know if Li Qianqian said hello, or Wu Wenli thought of it. Fan Jianming saw the kitchen full of ingredients, which should be fresh ingredients just brought from China.
In addition to fresh vegetables, the refrigerator is filled with various meats.
There are many Eastern dishes and chopsticks in the cupboard, and the cutting boards and kitchen knives are new.
Although it is now the place where government officials and future generations live, there is still no natural gas facility, and gas tanks are used at home.
Fan Jianming also saw two boxes of instant noodles piled up next to him. The sauerkraut beef flavor was his favorite.
He also
Too lazy to cook, he immediately boiled a pot of boiling water, then took out the bowls and chopsticks, while humming a small note, he tore the instant noodles and put them in the bowl, and cut a piece of ham.
After picking up the boiling water and flushing it into the bowl, buckle a plate back on the bowl. As soon as she turned her head, Li Qianqian stood silently behind her, making faces at him, frightening him.
"Wife," Fan Jianming complained, "I don't know if people are scary, will they be scared to death?"
Li Qianqian frowned and pursed her small mouth, trying to make a more scary look.
It's just that she is too beautiful, even if she pretends to be fierce and evil, in Fan Jianming's opinion, she is quite cute.
"Am I a human?" Li Qianqian pretended to have a very blunt and terrifying voice with no sound, and said: "I am a ghost, the ghost you just scared to death, now it's dead, take it quickly!"
After finishing speaking, she stretched out her hands, pinching Fan Jianming's neck while sticking out her tongue, pretending to be a hanged ghost.
Fan Jianming took the opportunity to go over and bit her tongue, tickling her hands under her armpits.
With itching, she trembled all over, and pushed Fan Jianming hard: "I hate it, it hurts people!"
Fan Jianming smiled and said, "Ghosts still know it hurts!"
"Ghost! Smelly husband, your heart is so big, and your wife is not scared of you. You actually ignored it and ran into the kitchen to steal food. Isn't your wife's life worth your dinner? "
"Hehe, I know you pretended."
"What about pretending? Even if I was pretending, why can't you pretend to be anxious and desperate? I have no conscience, I slept with you for nothing!"
gosh!
Is that asking me to sleep with me?
Fan Jianming smiled and said, "What does it mean to sleep with me? Are you uncomfortable?"
Li Qianqian's face blushed: "I hate it! Smelly husband, I just sleep with you and sleep with you!"
"Well, accompany me to sleep!" Fan Jianming leaned into her ear and asked, "Or, shall we go back to the room now?"
Li Qianqian raised her hand and waved the back of her hand to him non-stop: "How far is it to roll me... Hey, what are you doing?"
"Instant noodles?"
Fan Jianming thought Li Qianqian
Saying that I made it too easy, I didn't expect Li Qianqian to uncover the plate and look: "Wow! It's beefy with sauerkraut?"
After speaking, she put the plate on the stove.
Because I was afraid of soup, I squeezed the edge of the bowl with my hands, put the bowl on the plate, then took out a pair of chopsticks, and walked towards the living room with the plate, while shouting: "Let’s open the meal—"
Dizzy, she didn't eat dinner?
Fan Jianming had to make another bowl, took it out and walked to Li Qianqian's side, put the bowl on the coffee table and asked, "Why, you didn't have dinner?"
Li Qianqian stared greedily at the instant noodles in front of her, shaking her head constantly: "No, no."
After speaking, she swallowed and rubbed her two palms together.
by!
As for a bowl of instant noodles?
Of course not.
Li Qianqian was so cute in front of Fan Jianming, acting like an extremely cute little girl.
Not to mention, Fan Jianming was completely attracted by her cute appearance.
This reminded Fan Jianming that when he was a child, he wanted to give Li Qianqian some gift in his dreams, so that Li Qianqian could be ecstatic, just like he is now.
It's a pity that Li Qianqian didn't even look at him straight back then.
This kind of look that made Fan Jianming so intoxicated, although seven or eight years late, still made Fan Jianming's heart ups and downs, surging.
He couldn't help holding Li Qianqian in his arms.
"What are you doing, what are you doing?"
Li Qianqian yelled and stared at the instant noodles in the bowl with her eyes, as if she was about to lose some rare treasure.
This look made Fan Jianming's body react in an instant.
Fan Jianming threw his arms around her on the sofa, and immediately kissed him, groping with both hands on her body.
Li Qianqian is too familiar with Fan Jianming's feeling, she knows what Fan Jianming wants to do.
"Hey," Li Qianqian asked, pouting, "Is it boring? I've been thinking about it all day, and they haven't eaten yet!"
Fan Jianming chuckled, "I'll eat afterwards!"
"God!" Li Qianqian rolled her eyes exaggeratedly: "Is that still called noodles? It's all batter! Don't make trouble, get up, and talk about it after you finish eating!"
(End of this chapter)