His Long Love

Luo Yihuan turned behind him with a faint smile on his face and a trace of mockery.

A careful and cautious Ji Yao? It's just that! Most men are lower body thinking animals.

Luo Yihuan's mouth was slightly hooked.

Ji Yao didn't know that he was stepping into a trap that had already been set.

Ji Wanzhou and Meng Qingge return to the villa from the cemetery.

"Are you not going to the company today?" Meng Qingge looks at Ji Wanzhou and asks.

"No, I'm not busy today." Season evening boat eyebrow tail light Yang a bit, "say again, today your birthday, accompany you at home."

Meng Qingge heard this, the neck shrunk back, a refusal of the appearance, "can not, can not afford."

Xiao PI ran down the stairs. Meng Qingge saw it at a glance, so she ran to the stairway and said, "little Pipi! Come on! Mother hug

I saw the small subcutaneous stairs down more urgent, but also excited to Meng Qingge barking.

Meng Qingge bent down and opened his arms to Xiaopi. Xiaopi rushed into Meng Qingge's arms, and Meng Qingge held it up.

Ji Wanzhou's eyes swept the mountains of Meng Qingge and Xiaopi for several rounds, and suddenly felt that he was not as good as a dog.

Living people are not as good as dogs

Ji Wanzhou picked eyebrows and went back to the study to deal with the documents.

At five o'clock in the afternoon, there were five people in the family pushing all kinds of boxes.

Ji Wanzhou calls Meng Qingge and asks her to come down.

Meng Qingge down, looking at the hall standing five people, slightly raised eyebrows, oh? Have a guest?

But they don't look like guests

"Hello, Mrs. Ji." Five men bent over to show their respect to her.

Meng Qingge blinked. What is this? Or slightly owe the body, "hello."

So Meng Qingge looked at the season boat sitting on the sofa, with the eyes of inquiry.

"Make a shape for you." Ji Wanzhou pointed to the five people with her eyes.

"Yes?" Meng Qingge eulogized and asked, "why do you do modeling? Is there anything to attend in the evening? "

Ji Wanzhou thought for a moment and replied, "yes."

Meng Qingge picked her eyebrows. Well, she had planned to practice yoga in the evening. It seems that she can't do it. So Meng Qingge sits on the chair beside her.

It took more than two hours.

I had a perm and a manicure.

Even the toenails are colored.

"And the dress?" Meng Qingge asked.

Meng Qingge motioned to one of them. The man opened one of the boxes. The boxes were full of gowns.

Meng Qingge chose a piece, ready to take it upstairs and change it.

But Ji Wanzhou came and carried the water blue dress in her hand and went upstairs.

Meng Qingge went upstairs.

"Well, you're out there." To the door of the third floor master bedroom, Meng Qingge pulled the Ji evening boat and took the dress in his hand, "I'm going to change clothes. It's not convenient for you to go in."

Ji Wanzhou picked her eyebrows, and her eyes fell on Meng Qingge's face. She gently hooked her mouth and chuckled, "is there anything else I haven't seen on Mrs. Ji?"

Hearing this ruffian words, Meng Qingge glanced at Ji Wanzhou, pulled him aside with his hand, and then walked into the master bedroom and locked the door.

Ji Wanzhou stood at the door waiting for Meng Qingge, with a faint smile on his face.

The dress selected by Meng Qingge has a zipper on the back. She can't pull it up by herself.

Sure enough, after a while, the door reopened. Meng Qingge frowned and hid her hand behind her, as if she was pressing back on the cloth behind her.

"What's the matter?" Ji Wanzhou knows why and asks, "does the dress not fit?"

These dresses are all made to her size. How can they not fit?

"The back doesn't zip up." Meng Qingge frowned, "you help me call Wang Ma Lai, let her help me pull up."

Ji Wanzhou picked her eyebrows and looked at Meng Qingge's, with a smile in her mouth, "what's calling Wang Ma to do? I'll do it for you

After that, Ji Wanzhou put his hands on Meng Qingge's shoulders.