Reborn as a wealthy family, Young Master Zhan lay down obediently

Chapter 472 Get into his clothes to warm your hands
Zhan Nianbei raised his eyebrows: "As long as you want to fight, you can fight at any time."

"Then call quickly, otherwise uncle and aunt won't be able to go to town yet." An Ranran said.

Wu Qing frowned: "Even if I go, what can I do? Could it be that he is still planning to commit murder in the street?"

"Silly girl!" An Ranran glanced at her, "We don't dare to risk the lives of uncles and aunts, right?"

Wu Qing nodded.

An Ranran clapped her hands: "Okay, no matter what, today's matter is finally over. Wu Qing, do you want to go back to the capital with us? Things in the store are still waiting for you."

Wu Qing hesitated for a while, "I won't be with you for now, I finally come back, I want to stay at home for a few more days!"

An Ranran nodded: "Alright. Then Nianbei and I will go back first. If you have anything to do, please contact us in time. Don't be alone anymore."

Wu Qing nodded gratefully, and then sincerely said to An Ranran: "Thank you!"

When An Ranran and Zhan Nianbei were about to leave, old man Wu quickly entered the room, wanting to return the TV set to them.

In the end, Wu Qing stopped him: "No need for dad, this is my filial piety to you and mom. After returning to the capital, I can just pay back with my salary."

Only then did Old Man Wu nod his head: "Okay."

On the way back, because there was no TV box behind him, An Ranran instantly felt that his position was much wider.

Sitting in the back seat, under the watchful eyes of Wu Qing and her parents, An Ranran sat as dignified as a lady.

Zhan Nianbei's car also rides like a gentleman.

But when they left the village where Wu Qing was, someone started looking for trouble.

First of all, I don't know whether the road is uneven or the car is too bumpy. In short, the motorcycle started to move forward.

An Ranran, who was sitting in the back, leaned his body on Zhan Nianbei's back from time to time during the turbulence.

After a few times, An Ranran came back to it.

Young Master Zhan is a hair man.

An Ranran, who had recalled it, smiled and moved her butt forward. Now, her chest was inextricably attached to someone's back.

Obviously she posted it by herself, but she still pretended to be innocent, wrapped her small hand around the opponent's waist, and waved it in front of Zhan Nianbei a few times: "Hands are so cold."

When Zhan Nianbei heard that his little girl's hands were cold, he naturally said without hesitation: "Put my clothes in to warm."

So An Ranran got his hands in from Zhan Nianbei's skirt as a matter of course.

The comfort of the cold hands against the warm skin cannot be described by any adjective.

Zhan Nianbei originally intended to tease her, but he was so excited by her cold little hand, which directly aroused goosebumps all over his body.

An Ranran looked at the cold hair that suddenly stood up on Zhan Nianbei's neck with a smile, so beautiful in his heart.

In order to let him feel more deeply how cold he is, her little hand also moved along the muscles of his abdomen.

Zhan Nianbei spent a long time in the military barracks. Apart from eating and sleeping, he trained every day. Among other things, the muscles on his body were not something that anyone could train.

An Ranran pinched the opponent's abs, secretly envious of her. Of course, in this day and age, women still regard softness as beauty, so there are no women who just tan their abs when they have nothing to do.

But An Ranran knew that in a few years, when the Internet was on the rise, posting beautiful pictures of herself on the Internet had almost become a daily life for many beauties.

Therefore, An Ranran decided to train his abs before time slipped to the rise of WeChat!

At that time, she will be envious of those big girls and young wives!

An Ranran was thinking wildly about his own affairs, while unconsciously drawing Zhan Nianbei's muscles in detail.

It didn't take long for the cold little hands to warm up.

What Zhan Nianbei felt was no longer the cold touch, but the strings of indescribable joy when the warm fingertips slid across the skin.

The motorcycle was walking on the bumpy road, and the bumps up and down made An Ranran's fingers always touch somewhere in Zhan Nianbei inadvertently.

She didn't notice it, but he... gradually had expectations...

At this moment, Zhan Nianbei even felt that the road was too gentle!They should go to the mountain road they ran during the cross-country race!
Just when this idea came to Zhan Nianbei's mind, the motorcycle suddenly ran up a slope. Zhan Nianbei was startled, and subconsciously raised the front of the car. The car made a leap in the air. At the moment of flying, An Ran ran With inertia, his little hand slipped below Zhan Nianbei's waist.

Zhan Nianbei's jacket is a particularly thick camouflage military uniform. For the convenience of movement, he only wears a pair of trousers on his legs. When An Ranran's hand slid down, he pressed a certain bump impartially.

As the vehicle vacated, An Ranran subconsciously grasped it with his hand, and then tightly grasped the heat somewhere in Zhan Nianbei through the thin cloth.

The car was still in the air, but Zhan Nianbei let out a satisfied sigh.

An Ranran exerted all her strength out of fear, and tightly clutched the object in her hand.

One was inadvertent, and the other was a bit deliberate.

One screamed in fright, and the other was satisfied and relaxed.

When the motorcycle landed, Zhan Nianbei finally couldn't bear it anymore.Regardless of whether An Ranran was frightened or not, he stopped the motorcycle directly, then reached out and grabbed An Ranran's little hand, and pressed hard on the part he wanted her to press!
The fear in An Ranran's heart hadn't completely dissipated, and Zhan Nianbei suddenly grabbed his hand, and was then forcibly pressed onto the pillar by the other party.

Only then did An Ranran realize what he had just grabbed.

Looking at Zhan Nianbei's reaction in front of him, An Ranran explained with a blushing face, "No, no, no, I didn't mean it!"

Zhan Nianbei's voice was hoarse: "it's okay. I like it! "

An Ranran's face suddenly burned.

Zhan Nianbei leaned back slightly, he just turned his head and kissed An Ranran's cheek in an incredible posture.

His hand pressed hers, his lips kissed hers.

On the field in winter, there is a biting cold wind blowing.Like the crops they grow, rural people also exhibit a characteristic similar to hibernation in winter. On weekdays, they will never go out unless they have to.

So, apart from this pair of them, there was no one else in the wilderness.

(End of this chapter)