100 Billion Marriage: Wife,You're my boss

Lord Li Si raised his eyebrows and hung a meaningful smile on his lips, "do you want to inspect the goods?"

"Inspection of..." As soon as Ling Ranran repeated it, Li sijue swam away with her small hand with his hot big hand. It was only a gentle touch that frightened Ling Ranran to retract his hand. Is this... Is it terrible?

Lord Li sijue shook his head, "you women... You will be afraid if you are too fierce, and if you are not fierce, what do you want me to do?"

After experiencing the uneasiness just now, Ling Ranran's brain suddenly understood, his eyes flashed, then lowered his head and kissed on the terrible thing, "then I still think it's better to be fierce."

Being fierce can not only prove that Li sijue still loves her, but also give her more happiness. What's wrong? But sometimes the happiness is a little beyond her acceptable range.

Before she teased for so long, Lord Li could bite his teeth and hold back, but there was no way to do it. Her move, coupled with the provocative words, was simply a key to open the door, which attracted his eyes to reflect the demon green brilliance like a wolf.

He turned over, firmly controlled her under him, and said in a dumb voice, "Ran Ran, I admit defeat."

"Huh?"

"What self-control, go to hell..."

As soon as the voice fell, only the figure stirring under the quilt was left.

*

Ling Ranran got up early the next day because she still remembered the custom of translation major mentioned by Su Nian and Zhao Qian. She had to arrive at school before seven o'clock.

Most universities are very lax. Sometimes there are no classes in the first and second periods, and it doesn't matter to arrive at the school at ten o'clock. However, when she arrives at the class, the class is actually overcrowded, which makes Ling Ranran surprised, and even feels like she has returned to the preparation period of senior three.

Su Nian and Zhao Qian'an have arrived. They sit in their seats. Ling Ranran hands Su Nian and Zhao Qian'an a bag, "morning, you haven't had breakfast yet."

Ling Ranran has completely ignored the scene she saw at the school gate yesterday. She decided to treat them as true friends now.

Zhao Xi'an opened it, and a burst of aroma came to her nose. Her mouth was almost falling. "Wow, this is Chen Meiji's Fried Bun, but it's a pity. I can't eat it now."

"Why?" Ling ran asked curiously.

As soon as the voice fell, as their head teacher, Mr. Jin came in, "students, the new semester, the new weather, but our old customs still need to continue. As our translation students, and the translation major is also the most ace major in our school, so we have been adhering to the militarized management, and the customs of early training still need to continue, which is also the old rules, There are two choices: A and B. I have a choice on my left and B choice on my right. "

Then, everyone stood up and ran to A. Lu Xijun seemed to have inquired about it earlier and stood on a side without hesitation. There were only a few boys standing on B side.

But Ling Ranran didn't understand the situation, so he asked Su Nian and Zhao Qian, "what a and B?"

"The translation major in our school is a little abnormal. We are completely trained as soldiers. Option a is purely to strengthen our body and run for five to ten laps, while option B can practice frog jumping, crawling and even shooting. It is said that diplomats often have to follow the president in the future..."