I really don't want a second marriage

Being called by Xiao Yan, Lin qiner had to stop. His eyes immediately turned red. He cried and said, "I'm really sorry. I knew I would cause you so much trouble. I should stay in the hospital, but... I'm afraid to stay in the hospital alone at night, sobbing..."

With that, Lin qin'er began to cry sadly.

Xiaoyan frowned and went to pull Han Qing's hand, asking him what was wrong with his mouth?

Han Qing looked at the little girl in front of him with a bath cap wrapped around his head. He had a white face without fat. His eyes were clean and bright. He was as simple as a little fool who didn't know the world.

Some helpless, Han Qing can only hold her hand, "there is only one bed in this room. You move next door with me."

Hearing the speech, Xiao Yan Leng was in place and felt as if he had been smashed. Otherwise, how could there be so many stars on his forehead?

But... Why did Han Qing suddenly let her move to a room with him? Did Han Qing hear their conversation just now? No, it's impossible. Why?

Unfortunately, Xiaoyan wanted to break his head and still didn't think of a reason.

Han Qing has already looked at Lin qin'er and his tone is polite and alienated.

"Miss Lin, please rest assured that since we have taken care of this matter, we will send Buddha to the West and deal with the matter. You can live here at ease these days. If you need anything, you can call room service."

Then Han Qing left the room with the suitcase in one hand and the little girl's hand in the other.

Bang!

When the door of the room was closed, Lin qin'er stood where he was, clenched his fist with anger, and his pretty face lost all its blood!

Damn man! How dare you not give her face! Also took Xiaoyan away, as if she were some terrible demon!

Lin qin'er was so angry that he wanted to smash things in the house, but he restrained his actions after thinking about it. No, she needs to calm down. That man is not in the pool. Where can he be so seduced? It takes some thought to get him. She needs to calm down and find a way.

She can't go back to the terrible man, or she will be tortured endlessly, and this time Han Qing is her goal.

As for Zhou Xiaoyan, ah, it's just a smelly girl who makes her uneasy with a few words. What qualifications do you have to rob her?

Thinking of this, Lin qin'er sneered on his lips.

And the other side

Xiaoyan was foolishly held by Han Qing and soon went to the next room. When she went in, Han Qing specially took her shoes and changed them for her, and then went in with her suitcase.

Xiao Yan looked down at the slippers on his feet, and they didn't fit

Well, but she still followed Han Qing's back, watched him put his suitcase away, and couldn't help pulling his clothes.

Han Qing just put the suitcase away. Turning his head, he saw the little girl standing behind him, holding the corner of her clothes in one hand, looking up at him. His clear eyes were full of doubts.

He raised his hand and nodded her head. "What?"

Xiaoyan pursed her lips and blinked her eyes: "you know."

"My hair is still wet. I'm not going to blow dry?"

Xiaoyan obviously doesn't care about this problem. Now she cares about another problem, so she stands still. Who knows, Han Qing clasps her wrist the next second, "blow your hair first, don't catch a cold."

So Xiaoyan can only be pulled by Han Qing to blow her hair. Originally, she planned to blow it herself. Unexpectedly, Han Qing started it for her herself.

So Xiaoyan obediently sat in the chair and took office. Han Qing blew her hair. She was probably a little nervous, so Xiaoyan's legs were close together, and her little hands were put on her legs.

"What's going on? How do I feel... You don't seem to like that Lin qin'er?"

After a long time, Xiaoyan hesitated to ask this question.

The people behind him had no special reaction, but said faintly, "after all, you are a stranger. It's not safe for you to live with her."

It seems reasonable to say so, but Xiao Yan intuitively feels that things are not so simple.

"Is that all?" she asked again, blinking.

When the wind stopped, Han Qing arranged her hair and said in a low voice, "otherwise, what do you want?"

"Er..."

Xiaoyan hasn't responded yet. Han Qing suddenly leaned over and put his chin on her shoulder. The warm breath poured on her neck, "just think I want to bring you here. Is that ok?"

“......”

At this moment, Xiaoyan is about to faint.

Because Han Qing said this sentence by leaning against her ear, and his voice was deliberately lowered, it was particularly dull, like a burning knife flowing through her throat.

Xiaoyan blinked her eyelashes, fell back under Han Qing's control, and fell straight into Han Qing's arms. Soon she was black, and the kiss with Han Qing's unique clear breath covered it.

The overwhelming atmosphere belongs to Han Qing.

Because of the posture problem, Xiaoyan can only be forced to tilt his head and rest on Han Qing's thigh, so Xiaoyan can clearly see that Han Qing is bending over to kiss.

Her eyelashes blinked. At this time, she wanted to sigh that her waist strength was good.

A pain on the lip, Xiaoyan came back to his senses.

Han Qing flicked her forehead with his fingertips, and the clear fundus of his eyes was helpless. "At this time, there is still a mind wandering and thinking about others?"

"Er..." Xiao Yan tooted his lips and complained, "I didn't mean to be distracted."

Who makes his waist more attractive?

"Not on purpose?" Han Qing narrowed his eyes slightly and gently pinched her lower jaw close to her: "do you mean... I didn't work hard enough? That's why you wanted to think about something else?"

Hearing this, Xiao Yan stared fiercely, "no! I don't think so!"

With that, she suddenly stood up from his arms as if to prove herself, but because she was too hard, she directly hit Han Qing's chin. She was startled and hurried to sit back. But because the posture was wrong, Han Qing pulled her hand and pulled her back, and then they both fell on the big bed behind.

Bang bang!

Han Qing's back hit the soft bed, while Xiao Yan fell on Han Qing's hard chest. In contrast, Xiao Yan was hurt.

Because of the collision pain, Xiaoyan was bitter with a small face when she raised her head, and the excellent atmosphere was destroyed by her.

"It hurts..." Xiaoyan looked at Han Qing's grievance.

Han Qing: "

This silly girl.

Wen Xiang is in her arms. There are only two of them around. There is a great atmosphere and space, but she tells herself that it hurts. What else can Han Qing do? She could only reach out and rub her head and ask softly, "where did you hit?"

It's OK not to ask. Xiaoyan's face turns red when she asks. She bumps into him. Where else can she bump into? Finally, the little face turned red and could only say: "hit the face!"