9 billion flash marriage: luxury president busy every night

A man tossed in the yard for a long time, covered with mud, but finally came out busy.

She divided the plot into three parts, one with Chinese cabbage seeds, one with lettuce seeds, and one with garlic petals prepared by the servant.

In the end, a little water was poured, and it was done.

Looking at their own achievements, they still have a sense of accomplishment. But now she has to go back and wash it again, or she won't be able to go to school.

……

As soon as song Qingcheng returned to the main building, she saw Ji Ling coming out of her bedroom with a glass in one hand and a mouth in the other.

It's more than seven o'clock, and she doesn't wake up. Song Qingcheng has convinced her.

Lazy to say hello to her, song Qingcheng went upstairs.

Ji Ling's eyes are not fully opened. She takes the living room as her personal playground when she walks. If she doesn't walk in a spacious place, she will bump into song Qingcheng.

"Who has no eyes in the morning?" Ji Ling was hit some sober, but also wake up temper, mouth is scolding.

Song Qingcheng gave her a cold eye. Don't bother to pay attention to her. Keep walking up the stairs.

"Song Qing Cheng?" Ji Ling saw who it was, and her eyes swept around her, "what did you do in the morning? How did it come about? "

As Ji Ling spoke, she patted on her pajamas in disgust, as if she was afraid of the dirty mud on Song Qingcheng's body.

Song Qingcheng's eyes turned, and then said, "I see that rose in the yard attracts many insects, so I went to chop it."

"What did you say?" Ji Ling a face inconceivable low roar, then, like a rocket rushed out.

Song Qingcheng chuckled at the back. She knew that the rose in the yard was Ji Ling's darling, so she deliberately threatened her.

However, it's better to slip away now, otherwise Ji Ling must be looking for trouble with her.

She went to the bedroom door, just reached for the door, did not expect the door first step was pulled from the inside. And then A tall figure appeared in front of him in the golden morning sun.

I don't know if it's because of the glare of the light, or the man's aura is too strong. Song Qingcheng squints her eyes for a moment and has a trance.

Ji Zhengting frowned.

Looking at her dirty face and mud all over her body, the corners of her mouth moved, as if she wanted to ask something.

"I went to help the old lady grow vegetables and dirty her clothes. Now I'm going to go in and take a new bath." Song Qingcheng saw that he was blocked at the door and didn't want to get out of the way, so he spoke first.

Ji Zhengting's confusion was untied. He stepped back and made way for her.

This girl is really a dead brain. She knows that the old lady was too tired to move last night. It is impossible for her to get up early today, but she got up early foolishly.

……

As soon as song Qingcheng came out of the bath, he heard a sharp and harsh voice downstairs, like Ji Ling's voice.

"Song Qingcheng, get out of here!"

Song Qingcheng was stunned for a moment.

What's wrong with Ji Ling?

I only wrapped a bath towel in this meeting. I'd better change my clothes first and then go out to argue with her.

With a bang, the door was pushed open from the outside. Because of too much force, the door panel hit the wall, making a huge noise.

Song Qingcheng was shocked. Looking back, he saw Ji Ling rushing in to kill.

"Jiling, what are you mad about?" Song Qingcheng knew that the comer was not good. She grasped the bath towel tightly and stepped back.

"What's wrong with me?" Ji Ling gritted her teeth, "today I'll show you how crazy Ji Ling is."

After that, Ji Ling rushed up to her and grabbed the towel on her body, desperately pulling.

"Jiling, what do you have to say? Let's talk about it when I change my clothes." Song Qingcheng is now in a weak position and has to bow first.

"I have nothing to say to you. I have to tear you up today." Ji Ling looks like a typical shrew.

Her hand not only did not release, but also more forceful, more fierce.

Song Qingcheng could only hold the overlapping position of bath towel tightly with both hands, so Ji Ling could not take advantage of it.

Two people tore for a long time, it is obvious that Ji Ling has the advantage.

"What's the matter?" A fierce and cold voice suddenly came, which made the two people who were torn into a ball stop.

Song Qingcheng looks at the door, and Ji Zhengting walks in. Although he doesn't look very good, song Qingcheng still looks like a Savior and looks at him for help.

Ji Zhengting took a look at her, and his sword eyebrows narrowed.

Ji Ling excites herself. When song Qingcheng is relaxed, she tugs at Song Qingcheng's bath towel

Song Qingcheng just felt cold, and then

"AhSong Qingcheng screamed, instinctively raised his hand to block in front of him, and got into the cloakroom next to him as fast as possible.

Although her speed is fast enough, the moment she enters the cloakroom, she sees Ji Zhengting's face is very embarrassed. It seems that There was a strange red on his face.

So He must have seen it.

Song Qingcheng hid in the cloakroom, a "bang bang" heart, for a long time did not calm down.

Outside, Ji Ling looked at the towel in her hand and threw it aside. Turning around, I saw that my brother's cold was coming.

The sharp eyes could shoot people to death.

"Brother..."

"Come out with me!"

As soon as Ji Ling began to speak, she was interrupted coldly by someone, and she put down an order that she could not ignore.

Ji Zhengting turned to leave the room that moment, eyes subconsciously swept the cloakroom there.

Ji Ling looked at the tall figure behind her. She felt depressed. But she never dares to disobey the order of this bully brother, otherwise it will only be worse.

Ji Ling slowly followed her downstairs. Eyes in the living room swept around, the result did not see the mother. It's terrible. If my mother is not here, I don't even have a helper?

Brother won't hit me, will he?

Will you deduct my pocket money?

Or

Ji Ling didn't dare to think about it any more. She could only wail in her heart. Her mother came to help her.

Ji Zhengting sat down on the sofa in the living room. His legs overlapped in an elegant and good-looking posture. He was obviously very angry and cold, but he still had a unique charming temperament.

In other words, it is a kind of domineering spirit that people are willing to admire.

Of course, Ji Ling is certainly not in the mood to appreciate her brother's beauty. Besides, no matter how good she looks, she has no share.

Ji Ling moved downstairs like a snail and took the opportunity to give the servant a wink.