Domineering uncle and little hot wife

After Xing Zhenqian finished washing, she cleaned herself up, and when she turned on her phone, she saw a text message from Mi Lan—the key to the room door was under the boat slip.

He Nianxi was dripping with cold sweat... Dare she be locked up with the key pressed last night!

I really hate myself for being rough-skinned and thick-skinned!Don't you just sleep in a sweater, separated by a thin layer of slips, you don't even feel the existence of the key.

The princess and the pea in the fairy tale princess are so delicate and tender!

Lifting up the boat list, I saw a key lying neatly on the boy.

I really admire Mi Lan's good intentions - if how Nianxi and Xing Zhenqian were put in a big movie in the middle of the night and ignited a small flame, took off their clothes and did what they should do, then they would have felt the existence of the key .

It's a pity that He Nianxi finally got the key by relying on the guidance of the text message. Mi Lan and Xiang Chong's thoughts were in vain.

He didn't sleep well at night, and now he got up too early, He Nianxi was seriously depressed. When he walked out the door, he was blinded by the bright sunlight outside. He squinted his eyes to look at Xing Zhenqian, only to find that his dark circles were under the sun. It was extremely serious, and there were obviously a lot of red blood in the eyeballs.

She suddenly remembered the uncontrollable sweetness in her heart when his fingertips caressed the scar on her forehead last night.

In the cold weather, he went to take a shower of cold water. Of course, she knew very well how hard it was for him to endure.

I thought he would pounce on it...

After three days of farewell, let's take a closer look—could it be said that the domineering and rascal Mr. Stone has really changed his appearance after being remade?

Although he was still muttering, a certain part of He Nianxi's body had already become softer and softer, and began to collapse involuntarily.

Although he had made her very, very sad before, she was really worthless. He only took a few cold showers last night, and she began to empathize with him... despise her own concentration!

Shaking his head, he decisively refreshed his thinking.

What He Nianxi never expected was that Xing Zhenqian, who was in the same room with her last night, not only quietly reserved roses, but also reserved the revolving top floor of the Hilton Hotel in this city.

Sitting near the boat, there are transparent glass walls around and a transparent glass floor under your feet. This floor is widened outwards as a whole. If you stand on the road and look up, it seems that the building is wearing a transparent wide-brimmed hat like.

But He Nianxi is now looking down from top to bottom, the pedestrians and vehicles on the street shuttle back and forth under their feet, and the whole floor is slowly rotating repeatedly, this feeling is very novel to her.

Like every customer who dines in the revolving restaurant for the first time, there is a slight sense of vertigo, but it is only limited to the first two laps, and soon you can completely relax and be attracted by the fresh feeling to enjoy the 360-degree street view .

Xing Zhenqian bought all the seats for the expensive breakfast on the top floor of the Hilton on Valentine's Day, just because he wanted to give He Nianxi the Turkic roses that were airlifted from Bulgaria in the middle of the night in a completely undisturbed environment.

The violin played leisurely, and the exquisite meals were quickly placed on the table. The formally dressed servants smiled standardly and brought the tray in front of Xing Zhenqian.

Inside the tray lay a pink rose quietly.

He Nianxi's scalp is a little tingling... Private house, violin, roses, this is exactly the rhythm of local tyrants in Hong Kong movies, okay?

Although Mr. Xing is still in the stage of a lively young man physically, but psychologically he is purely an uncle!

Uncles are usually like this—the behavior looks very rustic, but after a deeper understanding, I found out that he is actually a local tyrant, puff...

However, since it was a local tyrant who made the move, there is no reason to only come with a single rose, at least three nines would be more suitable for the identity of the uncle!

And it's just the usual pink color, it's not the blue enchantress that ordinary local tyrants throw out a bunch of, it's strange.

What is the flower language of pink roses?

In fact, He Nianxi doesn't need to worry about this question at all, because Xing Zhenqian quickly gave the answer——

He took the rose, handed it to He Nianxi, and said with a smile: "Baby, please accept this only love!"

The only love... is it?

He Nianxi's eyelids trembled a little, so he lowered his eyelashes, not looking at the pair of deep eyes that were burning with fiery flames.

Said lightly: "Put it on the table, thank you."

How could she have become hard-hearted if she hadn't been frustrated in her previous confession?

Now that he said the only love, how should she understand it?He had never confessed his love to her sincerely and affectionately. The only thing was to whom?

I was worrying, when suddenly my shoulder felt hot——

Looking up, I saw that Xing Zhenqian had come to her side, his right hand was lightly placed on her shoulder, as if he was holding some fragile object cherished by the world, his eyes were also extremely earnest and careful, holding the rose in his left hand, handing it to her. to her.

Say softly, "I love you."

……

The whole world was suddenly silent.

The violin was still playing, but He Nianxi's brain was dizzy, and he couldn't hear any sound in his ears.

Except for the three words "I love you".

These three words were like Tang Seng chanting the magic spell, mechanically resounding in her ears over and over again, and there was no way to stop it.

But... It turned out that when being activated by the magic spell, it turned out to be such a feeling - sour, sad, and sweet.

Then, overwhelmingly, it rises completely to the huge cloud made of cotton candy, lying in the soft and sweet pink, so intoxicated that it can't find the north.

For this imaginary confession, she was full of expectations, and then fell into so much sadness and disappointment.

But now, at last, belatedly.

It seemed to be something she had been waiting for in her subconscious for a long time, but now she finally got what she wanted, what should she do? ……accept?Or continue the stalemate after resolutely refusing?

When will the stalemate last?What is the positive significance of the stalemate effect?

……

Facts have proved that few women in the world can match the charm of roses.

Even if there is only one flower, even if the heart is entangled in how to read the west.

He Nianxi took the light pink rose, and there was applause and blessings all around, and the violin played just right to the climax stage. In the light and beautiful melody, she didn't realize at all that her eyes were already full of water fog.

It wasn't until He Nianxi found that the surrounding scenery and Xing Zhenqian's face were completely confused, that he came back to his senses, and immediately blushed for his useless gaffe, lowered his head, and reached for the napkin on the table.

But there was a pleasant and refreshing laughter in my ears: "Baby, take your roses, let's go, go to the wedding!"

Before she finished speaking, she immediately fell into a haze of darkness. She was embraced firmly and hugged by a standard eager princess. She was pressed into his arms with an exclamation, and she left the revolving restaurant in her arms.

He smiled so happily and contentedly, hugging her, as if hugging the whole world, couldn't conceal the joy in his heart, like a fool, he greeted everyone he met: "Happy Valentine's Day!"

Uh, this crazy man...

This, this... old fool!

I don't know how many times I sighed in my heart, this lunatic caused her to meet so many strange eyes - some were envious, jealous and hateful, some were sympathetic and silently conveyed the meaning of "it's time to take medicine".

He Nianxi buried her head deeply in his arms helplessly, and let him mess around wildly.

For the time being, just let him mess around, Fangzheng's struggle is useless, she has a deep understanding of this.

Besides, today is the day of Xiang Chong and Mi Lan's big wedding, no matter how crazy Xing Zhenqian is, he won't be able to grasp this point, no matter what, he won't be able to make a fuss at someone else's wedding to make people dislike him .

Sure enough, when he arrived at the entrance of the hotel where the wedding was held, Xing Zhenqian's "dementia" died on his own. He stopped the car, turned around, held He Nianxi's face in his arms, and kissed He Nianxi passionately until she screamed in anxiety, Shouting that if he didn't stop, he would be seen by others, Xing Zhenqian reluctantly opened his mouth.

But he sneered with disdain: "Kiss my own wife, who would like to see it and make them jealous!"

He Nianxi stroked her forehead with cold sweat, she hadn't recovered from the sudden confession just now... "Hurry up and get out of the car, it doesn't matter whether people are jealous or not, the important thing is that today is the wedding of Mi Lan's Xiang Chong How immodest we are on such a day... an embarrassment to the bride and groom!"

Xing Zhenqian chuckled, and stretched out his big hand to rub He Nianxi's head, "Little boy, now you know how to say 'solemn' to your husband? Back then, my husband kissed you, slept with you, and wanted to marry you, but in the end What are you talking about - you are very open-minded, and you won't care if you sleep with a man!"

He Nianxi was flustered by all kinds of wind... flushed with annoyance, and gave this guy a pair of eyes: "You rascal! When did I say that! The original words are definitely not like this, okay! You just It will distort the facts!"

Seeing his daughter-in-law's face blushing anxiously, her rosy face becoming more shy and cute, Xing Zhenqian was overjoyed, he laughed, and his actions were even worse——

He stretched out his big hand to hold He Nianxi's chin, and the other arm was already wrapped around He Nianxi's slender waist like a snake.

Leaning close, touching the tips of their noses, exhaling like blue on her lips——

"Baby, I really hope you are more open-minded. For example, half an hour before someone else's wedding, you can experience the exciting car with me. Baby, do you dare?"

He Nianxi's heart twitched for a while, and his muscles became weak from anger...

After a while, he softly pushed the guy's face away, and scolded through gritted teeth: "Bad guy, old rascal, shameless..."

"Tsk tsk, the three-character scriptures have come out, the little prodigy is good at writing, and the scriptures have been exported!"

Xing Zhenqian held back his laughter at first, and sighed with emotion when he smashed his lips, seeing He Nianxi's purple face, he finally couldn't hold it back, and burst out laughing——

"I'm teasing you...Look at how promising you are, it's frightening! Hahahaha..."