Beautiful Rural Cook Girl

Mei Jing's unconditional trust makes Feng Linghao feel warm.

But see her and song Liangchen because of their own trouble, immediately in the heart is not taste son.

Feng Linghao said quickly, "sister a Jing, why don't I go up and explain to Mr. Song?"

Now he regards Meijing as his sister with all his heart and soul. He hopes that song Liangchen can understand and understand through his own explanation.

Mei Jing shook his head, "used to him! You don't have to pay attention to me if you don't have to live in the villa I'll get you another yard? " In any case, Fengshan is a large place, which has been cleaned up by the jade people. There are many wild animals that can pose a threat to human beings. It is more than enough to build a yard.

Of course, she didn't dare to let Feng Linghao go up to explain to song Liangchen. Song Liangchen was a firecracker. She was afraid that Feng Linghao was the fire folder that directly ignited song Liangchen's anger. She immediately hoped that Feng Linghao would leave first and give herself and song Liangchen a space.

Feng Linghao was not stupid. He nodded with a smile and turned away. "Call me again if you need to."

Mei Jing watched Feng Linghao leave until the door of the villa was closed, and then she let out a terrible cry.

Then he ran to the second floor in a hurry and changed into a little white rabbit's expression of fear.

A glance at the pillow and mattress thrown down by the childish song Liangchen on the ground shows his anger even though he doesn't need to smash the vase and teapot.

He quickly grasped song Liangchen's fist, and whispered, "husband I was wrong... "

Although she wants to directly explain that she and Feng Linghao are innocent, but she knows that song Liangchen, who is blowing hair, has to smooth his hair! Therefore, rather than quarrel with song Liangchen that nothing happened between him and Feng Linghao, it is better to admit his mistake. After all, his behavior just now is quite ambiguous.

"You're right. I'm busy recently." Song Liangchen was held by her soft palm. She could not help but lift it up. Looking at the bedding and pillow on the ground, she picked it up by herself. She looked like a gambler.

Mei Jing couldn't see that he was jealous and angry at the same time. He quickly said, "it's my fault, husband, don't be jealous..." Oops, it's a slip of the tongue!

Song Liangchen saw that his sour taste was punctured by Meijing, and his face became more ugly. There was a sour smell in the air. Excellent reading www.euyue.com

"Where did you see me jealous? Ha ha, am I that kind of ignorant man? " Song Liangchen argued that he was not jealous.

Mei Jing was so angry that she wanted to jump up and beat him on the head.

Big and big smelly man, what kind of kid's duplicity?

But a little angel told her, not angry, not angry, this is his own man, to live with his own son for a lifetime, jealous is a good thing, on behalf of him care about you!

Meijing just laughed. Seeing that he didn't speak for a long time, he picked up his clothes and walked into the bathroom to take a bath. Meijing felt helpless.

That night, in order to make up for her proud husband, Meijing simply put on his belly / pocket and lay in the bed. When song Liangchen, Chen's old vinegar jar, opened the quilt and was ready to go to sleep in a cold war style, his white skin suddenly came into his eyes, with faint kisses on it. This is his proudest masterpiece!

Damn it! What is the goblin doing?

Without waiting for song Liangchen to speak, Meijing moved towards him slowly and said pitifully, "what's the matter? It's hot. Can't I wear less? "

"Hot, you still cover the quilt?" Song Liangchen chokes her mercilessly. She covers the quilt in the dog days. The girl tries hard to prove her innocence. But in fact, he is just sour Feng Linghao, not angry with Meijing.

Mei Jing said with a smile, "this is not something to do tonight. Do you need a quilt to cover it?" She said impolitely.

The voice is very charming, which is the difference between a girl and a woman.

At least Meijing felt that she had let go of her courage!

Do, do something?

Song Liangchen only felt that his throat was dry and astringent, and asked with difficulty, "what should I do?"