Evil Army Junior: Sir, please respect yourself

However, Leng Xuanhan had to admit that he did have some talent in design. In just a few days, he felt that he was quite good at it. After that, he designed several sets of satisfactory drawings.

At that time, I had just sent the drawing to the designer in France. I didn't expect that the designer there wanted to take his designed clothes to them to participate in some famous designer design competition.

This was originally designed for his wife, and the man naturally refused.

He even issued a death order, asking them to make the clothes in the shortest possible time and send them here.

No wonder Tian Lingxin didn't see any clothes she was wearing when she went through the box yesterday, thinking that the man had forgotten to pack them up, but unexpectedly, it was because he had already prepared them for her.

Tian Lingxin was a little taken aback, looking at the skirt she was wearing, and heard him say that he designed it for her, and the gentle smile on his lips.

The heart that felt quite depressed before, at that moment, softened a little, and my heart was a little sweet.

In my heart, I was more or less touched, and also a little happy.

After being silent for a long time, she took a deep breath, her star pupils shone with moving light, the faint brilliance was like the stars in the night, beautiful and mysterious.

"You...do you feel sorry for me?"

She asked in a low voice.

Hearing this, Leng Xuanhan froze for a moment, and seemed to understand after a while, so he couldn't help smiling at her, "Linger, why do I feel sorry for you?"

Said, with a movement of footsteps, the one who stepped forward stretched out his hand to embrace the woman, looked at her deeply with black eyes, and said in a low and magnetic voice; "You fool, there are some things, don't guess, I am my wife, and I will You will be the only one in my life, no matter what time comes, you have to believe in me, you know?"

Leng Xuanhan's tone was soft and deep, looking at his eyes looking at her and his deep and serious voice, Tian Lingxin almost felt as if he was drunk.

Suddenly, it made her feel as if nothing was important anymore, she just wanted to be attached to this moment in front of her.

I have to admit, it seems that recalling his kindness to her, she seems to be able to taste the faint taste of happiness.

Although thinking of Liang Jing, I felt a pimple in my heart, but...

He took a shallow breath, his throat was so sore, but he still suppressed the discomfort, and couldn't help but throw himself into his warm embrace.

Immediately, he tightened his arms and hugged her tightly, as if there were only the two of them left in this world.

"Let me take you to ride a horse, do you want to go?"

He lowered his voice and whispered in her ear.

Tian Lingxin took a breath, frowned, and replied elegantly; "I'm wearing a skirt, how can I ride?"

"Who said you can't ride in a skirt!"

The man smiled lowly, and kissed her hairline dotingly.

Tian Lingxin looked up at him inexplicably, "How to ride??"

Leng Xuanhan smiled inexplicably, lowered his head and kissed her red lips, "You'll find out later."

As he said that, Leng Xuanhan suddenly bent down and picked her up horizontally, picked her up, and walked to the back of the small bungalow.

The sudden suspension made Tian Lingxin a little scared, and subconsciously hugged his neck.

"Where are you going? Didn't you say you were going to ride a horse?"