Diamond Wedding: Exclusive possession of mystery wife

Jane Qing looked at the head rubbing against her neck, learned his previous actions and touched the top of his hair.

"Xiaojing!"

At the moment of words falling, he raised his head, his deep purple eyes lit up the stars, "agreed?"

Jian Qing trembled from the corners of her eyes, "..."

Can we turn this over?

I knew she shouldn't have come to the supermarket with him. Isn't it a crime?

"Do you agree or not, huh?" he asked, taking advantage of the victory. His thin lip bit the tip of her ear, causing her to tremble.

Half a ring, Jane Qing gently lowered her eyes, and the voice like a mosquito sounded weakly, "after the school code."

Just four words, acquiescence.

A touch of surprise flashed between Quan Jingwu's cold eyebrows. Her fingertips lifted her jaw and let her look at him.

"Darling, what did you just say?"

I can't believe it, he coaxed in a warm voice.

Jane's eyes flashed at the bottom of her face, clapped his hand and said, "don't say good words twice. Forget it if you don't hear it."

Quan Jingwu stretched out his arm and circled her in his arms. The smile between his eyes would overflow, "good treasure, say it again, huh?"

The low, dull voice coaxed him softly, as if he had to prove it again from her mouth.

She buried her face in his chest and said in a muffled voice, "after all the school codes, why are you so annoying?"

Now, Quan Jingwu is finally satisfied.

His cold eyes were stained with a strong smile, and his mellow laughter drowned from his lips. At this time, his whole body was so soft that he couldn't move his eyes.

"Good treasure, it's agreed."

He bowed his head and kissed the top of her hair with his thin lips.

Jane Qing snorted, and her little face was already red and smoking.

With the promise, king was very satisfied and drove home.

On the way, Jane Qing supported her chin and looked out of the window. The ruddy corners of her lips made a shallow arc.

If it were him, the answer was already in her heart. There was no doubt that she was willing.

……

On the day of the school ceremony, God seemed to take special care of it. The weather was cool and a little less muggy.

In the headmaster's Office

"You two smelly boys, give me a good reflection here. I'll be angry with you sooner or later."

An angry voice sounded. The assistant who delivered the documents outside the door slipped under his feet, turned and ran with the documents.

Mom, the headmaster is teaching people again.

Listen to this angry voice, the object of the lesson should be Xuan Shao.

He'd better slip away first so as not to be affected by the war.

At his desk, Quan Mingxuan straightened his waist and listened obediently to the sermon from his father.

However, it was much better this time. A man was scolded with him and shared the anger of his father.

Yes, Han Yue is standing beside him and being preached together.

They are worthy of being grown up in the same pair of trousers. They are even scolded together.

Han Yue also changed his previous look of foolishness. He stood honestly and listened to the sermon without saying a word.

Because he knew that he dared to be dishonest at this time. When he came home, he was greeted by his own Lao Tzu's slippers.

Quan Che poured a few mouthfuls of tea fiercely, but he still couldn't calm his anger at the bottom of his heart.

His eyes shot at them like a sharp sword, and he shouted angrily, "Quan Mingxuan, Han Yue, how old are you two? Do you dare to lose such a childish thing?"

He had wondered why the two smelly boys came early in the morning. It turned out that they came to play a prank. He cut the beard of the old professor who taught them before. He was so angry that the old professor almost went to the hospital.

These two bear children can't let him save snacks!

Quan Mingxuan nodded tacitly and said in one voice, "shame, it's too humiliating. I won't do it next time."

"Still try not to do it?" Quan Che was so happy that he wanted to take off his shoes and throw them on their faces.

"No, I'm determined not to do it." Quan Mingxuan seemed to see smoke on his father's head and quickly flattered.

"Benedict Benedict -

The knock on the door broke Quan Che's sermon to them.

"Headmaster, there's something outside. I need you to go there."

Quan Che frowned, stood up and walked towards the door.

Quan Mingxuan and Han Yue looked at each other and a smile flashed across their eyes.

Finally liberated!

Ge Di, Quan Che turned around and killed two people with a rifle. Han Yue immediately lowered his head.

He snorted coldly, "you two give me a good reflection here. One person has a review of 5000 words. You can't come out until you finish writing."

Then he opened the door and went out.

Listening to the movement outside, Quan Mingxuan was relieved.

"Make complaints about you. I said," don't cut too much. You have to cut all. "

"Blame me. I just want to trim the old professor's beard. Don't you have it yourself?" Han Yue retorted reluctantly.

Who knows that once cut and repaired, the old professor's beard will disappear.

"All right, all right, write a review quickly. When Jingwu and Jianqing come later, they will be ashamed to be known." Quan Mingxuan pulled his hair and raised his feet to the desk.

Reviewing this thing, he didn't know how many copies he had written to his father from childhood. Five thousand words was a piece of cake.

"Are you really going to write?" Han Yue followed the past and had a deep dislike of writing and reviewing such evil things.

"Otherwise? If you dare not write, your father should wait for you at home at night." Quan Mingxuan took a piece of white paper and a pen and said with a smile.

Han Yue choked, "..."

So, there was a very strange scene in the office. Two big men were lying at their desks, writing hard and seriously.

"Ah Xuan, show me." Han Yue looked at Quan Mingxuan and said almost. He stretched out his hand and wanted to take his hand for reference.

"What are you doing? Write your own." Quan Mingxuan dodged his hand and said coolly.

"Hey, you ungrateful thing." Han Yue was so angry that he didn't want to see it.

Quan Mingxuan stepped back and hid the almost written review behind him, avoiding Han Yue's hand.

"Fuck off, you can't write. Why do you have to look at me?"

"No, I'm interested in your review." Han Yue chased him and stretched out his hand to grab it.