Cold President's Exclusive Beloved Wife

Watching the woman enter the bathroom and the two children sit in the baby chair and eat and play steadily, Jiang Junyue stood up and walked to Lan Qing and said, "aunt Qing, come in with me."

"Oh, lacrosse, what's up?"

The figure and voice of the two people soon disappeared in the bedroom. When LAN Jingyi finished taking care of herself, Lan Qing had already returned and sat on the chair meal. He was feeding two small things with porridge, while Jiang Junyue was waiting at the door in a suit. When he saw her coming out, he said, "let's go."

Lan Qing smiled. At this moment, her smile was equal to that of her grandson and granddaughter. It was a heartfelt smile, "Yi, come back to accompany her mother and children when you are busy at night. Also, the LaCrosse will come back."

The more Jiang Jun sweeps the palm sized place, his eyebrows wrinkle. When he turns to go out, he thinks that he has to move. If he lives in this small place again, he really has no sexual blessing. Here, only the sofa is his place.

LAN Jingyi closely followed Jiang Junyue and looked at his tall figure walking towards the elevator. However, she closed the door and stopped, "Jiang Junyue, come back."

"Hmm?" the woman didn't need him to coax her, so she was quiet and quiet, which made Jiang Jun more useful. Therefore, he didn't think about anything, so he walked back to LAN Jingyi.

Watching him really come back, LAN Jingyi tooted his mouth and forced a smile on his face, but the small appearance made Jiang Jun feel creepy again. He wanted to ask her what she wanted to do. LAN Jingyi's little hand had knocked on the door of the small apartment next door. Of course, he didn't forget to press the doorbell on the door.

"Yi......" Jiang Jun tried to stop it, but it was too late. His voice was not as fast as her hand.

"Distant relatives are not as good as close neighbors. Say goodbye. They cooked breakfast for you. It's a pity that you don't understand the customs."

"Nonsense." Jiang Junyue lowered his voice and roared.

The door opened, and Yin Qingrou stood there like a flower that bloomed early in the morning, "lacrosse, sister blue."

Sister LAN is really kind, but she has nothing to do with herself today