I love you, Mr.Commander

Lin Qing opened her eyes, but the light was not as dazzling as before. The man had closed the curtains, and the light entering the room seemed to be covered with a layer of gauze, which was comfortable and pleasant.

Mu Li turned over and seemed to stick his body to her wearily: "sleepy? Get some more sleep. "

Lin Qing could not help narrowing her eyes. The transitional soft luster fell on the man's extremely handsome face. After Mu Li smoothed her eyebrows, she fell a kiss. The morning was so comfortable and quiet.

This calm lasted for a long time until it was broken by a clear little voice.

"Mommy, Mommy," orange pushed open the bedroom door and squeezed his head for half a minute, "there's a sister outside."

Lin Qing was too tired to move. After stretching her limbs, she looked at the man: "I forgot. Your little sister is still outside."

"What sister, don't wrong me." Mu Li accurately held her hand to her lips. It was not light or heavy. He bit with his slender fingertips. "I just helped her once. I didn't expect that she would remember until now. Besides, for your sake, I haven't seen anyone else in the past five years. "

He touched Lin Qing's waist with both voice and emotion.

Lin Qing pressed his ready hand and got up. After the thin quilt slipped down, she exposed her arms behind her. Mu Li still lay on her side and raised her head to touch her white and smooth arms.

The big palm was picked up and thrown away, which was somewhat similar to the man's action of losing his son. Lin Qing threw warning eyes and pushed all the quilt to the man.

The sea came fiercely. Suddenly it was dark in front of him. The man couldn't help laughing. When he opened the quilt again, Lin Qing was standing outside the edge of the bed.

Lin Qing went to the bathroom. Her legs were still sore and weak. She felt weak. Hearing the man's laughter behind her, she looked back and gouged him out with hatred: "really? But the kindness of saving lives should be reported by Yongquan. The little girl of others has come to promise her by example. "

"I'm not interested in making promises by example." Mu lisuo also got up and followed Lin Qing to the bathroom. When he walked in, Yu Guang caught a glimpse of the small figure and followed. When he didn't see the door slammed shut, he gently took Lin Qing's waist and arm around her flat abdomen, "as long as you allow me."

Lin Qing threw warm water on his cheeks, washed it clean, and then arched his shoulder to open the man's close chest: "why should I promise you? I'm not interested."

"Interests are cultivated. You don't have them. I can help you cultivate them." The man leaned over beside the washstand and rubbed her arm carelessly. When brushing his teeth, her arm was stained with water, which was a little cold, but there was a hot fire in the palm of the man's hand.

He hooked his lip and rubbed it carefully on a pale blue pinch mark.

Lin Qing didn't bother to answer. He noticed his actions and chiguoguo's erotic eyes. Without a trace, he avoided his harassment and threw the towel into his arms: "wash quickly."

The hand that pushed the door reached half and was blocked by the man. Lin Qing flashed in front of her and put her back on the cold marble table. Mu Li took her face and kissed her passionately.

His tongue is full of exploration spirit. Lin Qing can't even sob. He wants to go deep Hou.

For a long time, she was breathless and let go by the man. She leaned weakly on his shoulder. She was enthusiastic early in the morning. Lin Qingzhen was a little overwhelmed.

After confirming in front of the mirror that there would be no trace, Lin Qing came out of the bathroom. As soon as he pushed the door open, he saw orange sitting on the ground with his legs.

"Orange, why are you sitting on the ground? Get up. " Lin Qing took her son up in three or two steps and took him to the door.

Orange angrily pinned his face aside, hummed and didn't speak. He turned his head and happened to see Mu Li coming out of the bathroom. He pouted and hugged Lin Qing's neck and kissed her hard on the face.

"Mommy, people love you most. Do you have wood and orange?"

Lin Qing didn't know the little guy's mind. He smiled and kissed his son's pink face: "yes, mommy loves oranges best. The first love."

Behind him, the man's face was a little gloomy and poor.

There was no Bai Xuan in the guest room. Lin Qing turned around and couldn't find it in the living room. When she was suspicious, she passed the kitchen, but she was attracted by a figure inside.

"Bai Xuan, what are you doing here?" Lin Qing puts down the orange. The orange spreads its short legs to turn on the TV.

Bai Xuan turned back when she heard the speech. She was playing with a machine in her hand. Lin Qing saw that it was a juicer and the fruit from the refrigerator was on the flow table. Cold and heat alternate, and the peel is covered with a thin mist. It is obvious that it has been released for some time.

Those are what oranges usually like to eat, but Bai Xuan can't happen to be so accurate.

Bai Xuan couldn't use the juicer very well. She tried the button on the top distressedly, and sweat came out of her forehead. Lin Qing took it from her hand and fiddled with it twice. After plugging in the power supply, the machine returned to normal operation.

"It's still sister Lin Qing. I haven't used this much. I've just got it. It's really tangled."

It sounds like she is the hostess of the house.

Lin Qingwen was not annoyed by his words, but gently raised a smile: "they are all things used at home, and it is normal for you to use them. In fact, the original functions of the juicer are similar, but this is what Muli bought from abroad for oranges. It seems to be a limited edition of which brand, which is not easy for outsiders to use."

Bai Xuan went to the other end of the kitchen and looked around. She wasn't thinking about Lin Qing's words. After listening to it, she couldn't help feeling depressed: "brother Mu is so sweet."

The man who loves his family dearly does not belong to her.

The jealousy and resentment in Bai Xuan's eyes are reflected in the glass window. She stares at the window and suddenly gathers the corners of her eyes. When she turns around, the resentment disappears silently.

Lin Qing laughed it off.

Lin Qing prepares what her father and son love to eat on weekdays. Men love porridge. She turns on the rice cooker, adjusts the mode, adds water and presses the cover.

A series of actions seem to have been done thousands of times, and each step is accurate and superfluous. Her identity is just a man's wife, accompany him, depend on each other, but in the eyes of others, this position is coveted more by power.

How many people are trying to climb to the peak of power, and how many people are ruthlessly pulled down from the highest point. The rapid changes are unimaginable, but these Lin Qing never thought about it and didn't want to think about it. She once sacrificed for a man. When she came back, she didn't want to ask again.

Just know he's good.

Bai Xuan's eyes were hurt by her skilled actions. She imagined that one day she could stand in the same position. She picked up a fruit and stained it with water stains in the palm of her hand: "oranges like apples, so do I." Her eyebrows and eyes opened, and the blush on her cheeks overlapped with the apples in her palm in the rising steam of the rice cooker. "Brother Mu likes apples, too."

The cry of brother Mu was still smooth.

Lin Qing didn't want to correct the same words to her a second time.

"He doesn't like it."

"Oh, what a pity." Bai Xuan looked a little dark. She flipped back and forth with an apple in her hand. She didn't want to help clean. "I think oranges love to eat. I thought he liked them too."

Lin Qing turned his head: "oranges like to eat. How do you know?"

Bai Xuan saw that she turned around and thought she was going to take it and handed out the apple in her hand. She casually mentioned it as if it was very common, but: "it was orange who told me that he likes to drink juice, so I got up early and just wanted to squeeze a cup for him."

Orange won't talk to strangers casually. She taught him to be vigilant against people since childhood. Lin Qing didn't pick up the apple and turned to continue her recent action: "I can't see that you like to enter other people's kitchens. I thought that no matter who you go to, the little girl will hide far away from the kitchen."

Bai Xuan's lips were slightly stiff: "it's OK. My mother said that only when you can enter the kitchen can you catch a man's stomach, and then you can catch a man's heart, so I don't reject it all the time."

"That's true," Lin Qing took a cup, took warm water and handed it to the kitchen door, "but some men may not eat this set."

The man didn't know when to appear. He put his arms around his chest and looked at the scene with great interest. He took the cup and drank. The warm pure water rolled down his throat and slid all the way into his stomach.

He was in a good mood. Unexpectedly, his wife was very domineering.

Bai Xuan seemed to have forgotten Lin Qing's advice last night and bent her thin eyebrows: "brother mu, good morning."

Mu Li nodded his head in response. His hand was empty and the cup after drinking water had been taken away by Lin Qing.

Lin Qing was busy preparing breakfast. She couldn't bear to see the two people in front of her. She took the apple in Bai Xuan's hand: "since you are a guest, there's no reason to help. The meal will be ready in a minute. You can tell me if you have a taboo."

Lin Qing puts the juicer in the usual position, and carefully peels the fruits on the stage after cleaning. At this time, Bai Xuan's staying in the kitchen is obviously a little cumbersome.

Bai Xuan turned around and couldn't find a place to intervene after looking around. She covered her embarrassment and shook her head: "there's no taboo. I can eat the same as you."

Lin Qing answered, and the movement in his hand didn't stop.

Helpless to lose the performance opportunity, Bai Xuan went to the kitchen door and saw that Mu Li was still half leaning against the door frame. The man's slender legs folded back and forth, his hands inserted in his trouser pockets, looked at the moving figure in the kitchen, and his eyes were focused and affectionate.

Bai Xuan could not help holding her hand on her side. She stood beside the man.

"Brother mu, thank you for taking me in for one night. If it weren't for you, I might be taken away by him again."

Hearing this title, Mu Li frowned and cast a cold look: "don't thank me. My wife promised to let you stay."

Bai Xuan pretended to be calm, as if the answer had been rehearsed countless times in her heart: "of course, thank sister Lin Qing, but I can't live without you."

Feel at ease?

Mu Li's lips were getting cold. He was too lazy to talk nonsense: "go and sit down."

The initial pity for her had been exhausted.

Bai Xuan sat down at the table. The man took two steps. Lin Qing felt a dark shadow pressing down on her head in front of the juicer. She could find his location without looking up. When she dodged aside, the man really came close: "what are you eating today?"