Mr.Ji, welcome!

Ji Fucheng's voice was low and hoarse, "don't move."

Xiaohuan leaned against the arms of Jifu City, and his little hand touched the man's hot skin, as if he had been scalded by something.

Without saying a word, Ji Fucheng grabbed her bright wrist and put it on his waist. He was silent.

……

Zhou Qingya specially asked the driver to stop across the street to watch the excitement. Originally, she thought Ji Fucheng would lose her temper, but she didn't expect to directly hold the princess and carefully take her away!

Why, why do all men like to have fun? Where is she!

Zhou Qingya flipped her cell phone violently. Aren't these photos enough to explain everything? This woman is hooking up with a man!

Suddenly, Zhou Qingya's hand gave a meal.

Just when Ji Fucheng left with pay off Huan in her arms, it seemed that there was a tattoo behind pay off Huan's neck in the photo. She quickly zoomed in and was stunned to find that this tattoo was the proof of being hit by "soul arrest powder"?

Strange, how did this tattoo get on the body?

Zhou Qingya turns her eyes and suddenly finds that she once told Ji Fucheng that she had the antidote of "soul arrest powder". The man ignored it. Today, she unexpectedly took the initiative to contact herself... Is it difficult? Is the poisoned person happy?

Although Zhou Qingya doesn't understand why jifucheng was poisoned before, why does this tattoo appear on her body now.

However, now that she has the weakness of Jifu City, she is not afraid to threaten each other!

……

The car soon arrived at Ji's mansion. He was about to get up and go by himself, but he found that he didn't wear pants.

The blush that finally subsided covered the whole face again, "I, my pants... You."

Without saying anything, Ji Fucheng tied her coat at her waist and picked her up with one arm again. "There's a set of clothes in the car. Madam, leave your pants for your husband."

He bumped his head into Jifu's arms and pretended to be dead.

"What's the matter? This is... Ouch!"

Sister-in-law Zhong immediately covered Li Xingxing's eyes, looked at Xiaohuan, and couldn't help but look at Ji Fucheng. Her eyes suddenly lit up the soul of gossip. "It's good to be young, but you'd better wear this dress next time, ah."

He buried his head in the arms of Jifu city and pretended to be dead, revealing only the red tips of his ears.

Anyone who sees such a scene won't think much?

"Is cheng'er back?"

Suddenly, Zhou Meng's voice came from the inner side. Zhou Meng's body is recovering well now and he doesn't need a wheelchair. This time, he wanted to have his eldest son and simply moved back to live. Together with Mr. Ji, he will move here for a few days.

It will be Laba Festival in two days. Ji Ziqian naturally doesn't want to miss such a lively thing and plans to move back.

"This......" Zhou Meng was speechless.

Ji Deming and the old man were playing chess. Hearing Zhou Meng's reaction, he couldn't help looking up and quickly got up to take Zhou Meng to the room, "go pack your bags first."

"OK, OK." After all these years, my son has grown up.

Zhou Meng didn't get used to it. He went back to the house in some embarrassment.

Ji Deming looked at Ji Fucheng disapprovingly. "Smelly boy has no rules at all and doesn't wear good clothes to come in!"

What's the name of it? I'm dying.

Ji Fucheng's face was not red and his heart did not jump. He held her upstairs. "I'll change my clothes first."

It is said that the next generation is close. Master Ji doesn't agree. He glanced at Ji Deming. "Young people are vigorous. When you are as big as a small town, you blush when holding hands. This is a shame!"

"Dad..." Ji Deming scratched his head with a headache. "Old things, what do you do with it? Can't you play chess?"

As soon as Fu Qinghuan entered the bedroom, he quickly struggled with his small body, jumped down from the man's arms, covered his small face and squatted directly on the ground, "it's over, it's dead."