Burning Love in Marriage: Good Morning, Husband

Lin huaifeng's hand moved away from the steering wheel and looked at Zhang Xiaonan.

He said gently and slowly, "I know Jiang Zhuo."

"Just know." Zhang Xiaonan still smiles: "Mr. antique, don't miss it, and don't stick to your principles. Sometimes those are farts!"

Lin huaifeng smiled, "if I can't keep her, it means I'm not good enough, or she likes Mr. Jiang better."

Zhang Xiaonan has some Japanese dogs. Is his realm too high?

Lin huaifeng smiled: "I like Tang Yao very much, but not to the point of madness and obsession. Let it be! It's mine, always mine, not mine. "

Zhang Xiaonan looked at him as if he were looking at a monster.

"Most men and women on blind dates are like this." Lin huaifeng smiled, "just as I can't understand why you like bones so much."

Zhang Xiaonan shook his head, "do you still remember that thing?"

"It's unforgettable." Lin huaifeng hung his eyes, "but there's nothing!"

Zhang Xiaonan opened the door, "don't regret it. Don't blame me for not reminding you!"

Then he jumped out of the car and ran towards his villa.

Lin huaifeng still let the door open, and the night wind blew in, which made his eyes shine slightly. He was originally a very nice and gentle man. At this time, sitting in thousands of sports cars, he looked more heroic and threatening.

He is very gentle, but people close to him know that he is actually alienated. He is not a self familiar man, and few people will enter his heart.

It's true to date Tang Yao, but I didn't expect to meet Zhang Xiaonan, who is actually a relative.

Then, he found that Tang Yao's heart was not on him. Although she called him huaifeng, she was very gentle to him, but this emotion was a little deliberate. Tang Yao was deliberately trying to forget who.

Lin huaifeng sat in the night for a long time. Until the lights in the villa went out, he restarted his car and went back to his villa.

After returning, he lazily opened the door and got off. He walked all the way to the master bedroom on the second floor, opened a cabinet and took out a picture from it.

That is the fruit painting of 22-year-old Lin huaifeng. He lies casually on the bed with soft pillows, soft quilts and a young body without any shelter.

The author of this painting is Zhang Xiaonan.

The woman he remembered for almost six years was so close to him.

Lin huaifeng gently stroked the painting with his fingers and remembered what she had just said. She said he was a living antique.

Yes, he is.

The Lin family is really a scholarly family. Lin huaifeng's voice is a little low: "I'll wear my clothes back one by one. Zhang Xiaonan, it's your turn next time. "

Zhang Xiaonan, who took a bath at home, inexplicably snorted. Who did she provoke?

After a long time, she realized how terrible antiques were and how strong the concentration of living fossils was. It was simply not human existence. Moreover, she knew that even one tenth of the essence of Lin huaifeng had not been drawn. Did he grow up in any medicinal wine since he was a child... {another watch, I'll see it tomorrow}