Baby is too tempting: Uncle, it hurts

Upstairs back to the bedroom, Xia seventeen locked the door, then lay in bed and thought for a while.

If Ji Tingyu has a wife, she can't live here because she's not interested in being a junior.

Take out your cell phone, turn out a number and dial it.

"Hello?" The other party's voice was blurred and obviously still sleeping.

Xia seventeen frowned, "Tang Doudou, when you investigated Ji Tingyu, didn't you find that he had a wife?"

"Seventeen?" The person on the other side of the phone was stunned and asked, "did you find your cell phone?"

"This is not the point. The point is whether you know he has a wife." In the bright eyes, the look was unclear.

"Ah? Does Ji Tingyu have a wife? No."

"I'm not kidding you. He said it himself."

In fact, Xia seventeen didn't care much about whether Ji Tingyu had a wife or not, because she had nothing to do with him.

What she cares about is that the broken Chu object painstakingly selected from thousands of men is a married man.

"What are you going to do?" Tang Doudou over the phone was obviously guilty and asked in a low voice.

"What can I do? Come back."

"No, no, it's not safe for you to come back now. Maybe the police are still looking for you everywhere." Worried about her accident, Tang Doudou resolutely disagreed with her, so he advised: "what if Ji Tingyu has a wife? It's a big deal to avoid this for a while and don't communicate with him in the future."

Xia seventeen lay lazily in bed, grabbed a pillow and held it in his arms before he said, "I prefer to have tea and chat with the police uncle when I live under the same roof with a man with a wife."

Outside the door, Junlang's body stood upright. The hand that was about to knock on the door slowly retracted, his thin lips rose, and a smile like arc was drawn.

The coldness on Jun's face faintly receded for a few minutes. He put his hand in his trouser pocket and leaned on the door frame at will.

The people inside had hung up the phone, then footsteps sounded, and then the bedroom door was opened.

As soon as Xia seventeen went out, she almost ran into Ji Tingyu. Fortunately, she stabilized her steps in time to avoid an intimate contact.

"Uncle, what are you doing at the door?"

Ji Tingyu narrowed his eyes, then fell on Xia seventeen's face and opened his lips coldly: "I'm standing in my own house. What's the problem?"

Xia seventeen smiled, bent down, took out his shoes from the shoe cabinet at the door, put them on, waved to the man blocking the door, "sorry, uncle, I'm in your place, so I'll leave now."

Hearing the sound, Ji Tingyu felt more evil in his eyes. He straightened up, stretched out his hand to block Xia seventeen's road, leaned slowly, and his tall body cast a shadow to cover the light above.

As soon as he approached, Xia seventeen subconsciously stepped back.

But Ji Tingyu didn't intend to let her go and kept leaning forward.

Xia seventeen's hand touched his chest and retreated slowly with his steps.

Bang!

The door was heavily closed, and Xia seventeen's heart tightened. His eyes were as deep as the ocean, trying to drown people in it.

I have to admit that Ji Tingyu has an amazing face, like a sculpture, with clear outline, just like a God's residence.

So close, I can feel the charming smell emanating from him.

If it had been done before, Xia seventeen might have jumped directly, but now a voice kept reminding her.

Ji Tingyu has a wife and can't sleep with him.