Excellent beauty's personal security guard

I thought today was the last day of the holiday. Long Lingyun was sure to come back with her children. However, after returning home, Zhao Jianhui found that he had become a lonely family. As Dafeng and Erfeng followed, they didn't want any guards, nannies or cooks at that time. Now a group of them followed long Lingyun back to the capital. The whole No. 1 courtyard was quiet after the vast night.

I knew I would come back after dinner outside. Now I have to turn it back

With a low sigh, Zhao Jianhui turned slowly, but he heard a soft, sweet voice behind him say, "what's the matter? No one at home? "

"Oh, it's minister le. Have you just returned? Hehe, my wife has returned to the capital, but I forgot this stubble... Have you eaten yet? Why don't you take it out and eat some... "The man behind me is Le Jing.

At this time, the temperature difference between morning and night is still large. When she came back from the airport in the afternoon, she seemed to think she was wearing a silver suit, but now she was wearing a very long wool skirt, which covered most of her thighs from her shoulders. The skirt was very long, the hem was up to her knees, and the clothes were very fat, A little like the Batman shirt that was popular a few years ago. Wearing this kind of clothes makes people can't see her beautiful figure at all.

Zhao Jianhui was surprised that a woman with such a heavy border, beautiful face and outstanding figure would wear such a dress.

The moon is dim and yellow. It hangs on the treetops like an Oval Pink golden egg, but the moonlight is as cool as water. It doesn't seem to contain a trace of impurities. It is somewhat cool in the night sky.

"Go to my place. I drank a lot of wine at noon and ate some light food at night. I don't want to eat outside..." Le Jing said as she walked forward. She didn't hear the footsteps of the person around her. Turning back, she saw Zhao Jianhui still standing in place. She couldn't help humming and said, "what's the matter with you? Afraid I'll eat you? "

This is not what an organization minister should say to the Secretary,... In fact, it is not what a woman in her thirties and a normal man should say. In this remark, there was a little resentment and a little ambiguity, which made Zhao Jianhui unable to answer, but he had to follow her forward. In fact, Zhao Jianhui really didn't want to go to her. At night, he went to the home of a mature and charming single woman. He wasn't really afraid of lejing eating himself, but he didn't have any confidence in his self-control in front of women.

Le Jing's home was about to look back, but she was pressed by a pair of slender palms with water droplets from behind the sofa: "these photos are not good, you'd better not look at them."

Zhao Jianhui smiled and said, "if you don't look, how shameless am I?" As he spoke, Zhao Jianhui turned his head, the tip of his nose almost rubbed against Yue Jing's red lips, and immediately turned back.

Her head was very close to Zhao Jianhui, blowing like blue. Several naughty long hair hung down from her neck and gently scratched Zhao Jianhui's face. It felt itchy and crisp. Before Zhao Jianhui looked at her, she didn't seem to realize this.

Zhao Jianhui's body quickly tilted to the outside to keep his head away from her face.

Before Zhao Jianhui's body sat upright, Le Jing suddenly grabbed the album and took it away from him. As she walked to the kitchen, she still said, "I won't let you see! He said, "if I don't let you see it, I won't let you see it!"

At this moment, Zhao Jianhui almost wanted to laugh. At this time, yuejing is like a middle-aged woman who is almost 40 years old? Where is there a look of provincial and ministerial officials? It's obviously a little girl who hasn't grown up yet!

Suddenly, Zhao Jianhui regretted coming here with her. Drink tea quietly without moving

"Why don't you watch TV or talk? I thought you were angry and left? " He came over with two dishes and put them on the tea table in front of Zhao Jianhui. Lejing asked him. A plate of fried bamboo shoots, a plate of fried meat with celery, a faint aroma floating over, the taste is very authentic Shandong flavor.

"I learned to make it, and I don't know if it tastes right. Try it..." she said, naturally knowing that Zhao Jianhui grew up in S Province, which is the birthplace of authentic Shandong cuisine.

Zhao Jianhui took a deep breath and stretched out his hand to the fried meat with celery: "it's so delicious. I'll try it first. You don't know. Since he came to Hedong Province, no matter where he went to eat, it's like old vinegar..."

"Pa..." Zhao Jianhui's fingers were slapped open by Le Jing: "what are you doing? Who made you taste like this? You wait, I'll take chopsticks Really, sitting here motionless, I really treat myself as a guest... "

Looking at her back as she walked into the kitchen quickly, Zhao Jianhui couldn't help laughing bitterly and said in his heart that I'm not a guest in your house? What if you don't treat yourself as a guest?

When she came out again, Le Jing held two plates in her hand and two pairs of chopsticks in one hand: "take it... We won't eat in the restaurant. Sometimes I like to eat here and watch TV while eating..." after putting down the plate, she looked at Zhao Jianhui with a little hesitation and said, "do you want to drink some red wine, I still have a bottle of visa... "

"You'd better not drink it. Didn't you also say that after drinking a lot of wine in the morning, you want to eat something light now." Zhao Jianhui shook his head and quickly rejected lejing's proposal. It's better not to touch that thing with such a beautiful woman. Wine is the medium of color.

"Well, I thought you were going to drink. In fact, I don't want to drink either. If you wait a little longer, the water will come soon. I'll go to the next one. " As she spoke, lejing got up and went into the kitchen. However, Zhao Jianhui thought that when he said he didn't drink, Le Jing's face was clearly disappointed.

The meal Zhao Jianhui ate was tasteless. It's not that lejing's craft is bad. On the contrary, the Shandong cuisine she learned to cook is very authentic. But the more like this, Zhao Jianhui felt that it was difficult to swallow the food she had made for herself. Yue Jing's mind is not that she doesn't understand. To say that she didn't push the woman's impulse, she lied to herself, but there are a little too many women around her. Besides, Yue Jing is different from ordinary women. She became the director of the Organization Department of a province when she was less than 40 years old. She thinks that there is someone behind the woman with her toes. For people like her, it's better to provoke less.

Le Jing's appetite is very small. She has stopped eating for a long time. She just sits opposite and looks at Zhao Jianhui with her cheeks in her hands. Zhao Jianhui finally put down his chopsticks, patted his stomach and said with a smile, "this meal is very good. Thank minister le for his kindness. Next time you have a chance to eat at my house, you can also taste my wife's Craft It's late, I'm going back... "As he said, Zhao Jianhui stood up.

Yue Jing couldn't help but give him a white look and whispered, "you did it on purpose, didn't you?"

"What? I did it on purpose? I didn't say anything, did I? " Zhao Jianhui said a little foolishly.

"Forget it, you go quickly. There are tigers in my room that can eat people..." she may be very disappointed, but there is no reason to leave Zhao Jianhui. She was just a little angry when she heard Zhao Jianhui deliberately mention long Lingyun.