Sweet Marriage and Love: President, Be Respectful

With these words, he Liancheng turns around and goes away.

"Young master, young master, what's the matter? How can a good man make such a mess? " Sister Zhang tried to keep heliancheng, but heliancheng didn't even turn back.

Looking back at Lin Wan, who had been coughing with her neck covered, sister-in-law Zhang sighed helplessly.

At the same time, on the other side.

Looking around the villa area once again, Hong Qiqi finally cheered himself up again.

"Hong Qiqi, it's just a look! come on. Believe in yourself

Following the address he had long remembered, Hong Qiqi came to the gate of a small garden full of green plants.

The palm of the hand was tight and tight, and finally the doorbell was pressed.

Soon, a voice came from the room. With the sound of the door being opened, a slightly old voice came, "Hello, who are you looking for?"

Looking at the middle-aged uncle in front of him, Hong Qiqi was stunned for a moment, and then quickly responded, "uncle, I'm looking for Jing Aohan."

Fubo looked at the young girl with short hair in front of her. Her charitable face became more amiable. "Girl, come in and have a cup of tea. Wait for a while. The second young master is still resting. I'll go upstairs and call him."

"Thank you, uncle."

Hong Qiqi is a bit shy with a smile, which is quite different from her usual carelessness.

"The second young master calls me Fook, and you can follow me."

"Thank you, fauber."

Hong Qiqi laughed more brightly.

"What's the girl's name?"

Fubo takes Hong Qiqi inside and chats with him as he walks.

"My name is Hong Qiqi, Hong of three water and Qi of three water."

Looking at the loving Fubo, Hong Qiqi's tension dissipated.

All that was left was the slow anticipation.

"Qiqi is a good name."

"Hee hee

Hong Qiqi did not answer this time, but looked at Fubo and laughed.

Phoebe laughed, too.

But as soon as Fubo and Hong Qiqi came in, a slightly mature male voice came from the kitchen, "Fubo, who is it?"

This voice is not from Jing Aohan.

Hong Qiqi's heart, which he had just put down slightly, suddenly came up again.

"The eldest young master is a young girl looking for the second young master."

When Fubo answered, the owner of the male voice came out of the kitchen and let Hong Qiqi see his face.

Junlang's mature facial features are similar to Jing Aohan, but more mature than Jing Aohan.

Well, this must be the legend of the excellent to amazing scenery home!

"Oh? Young girl

Jing Aoyun seems to be a little surprised. As soon as he looks up, he sees Hong Qiqi standing next to Fu Bo, who is a little embarrassed.

A pair of big eyes full of expectation looked at him, although the face with a faint smile, but has been blinking eyelashes revealed her tension at this time.

Come to their proud young girl!

What an interesting little girl!

"Her name is Hong Qiqi."

Fubo introduced to the side.

"Qi Qi, this is the young master of our family. Recently, he went abroad to deal with some affairs."

"Fu Bo, go upstairs and shout Ao Han. It's estimated that his jet lag hasn't been reversed. He may be a little angry. Be careful."

"Good." Fauber nodded with a smile and went upstairs.

"Hong Qiqi, right? Sit down!"

Jing Aoyun very politely pointed to the sofa.

"Good."

Hong Qiqi's heart is beating all the time. It seems that his behavior is too impulsive.

"What would you like to drink?"

The more Jing Aoyun looks at Hong Qiqi, the more interesting he feels.

There is a brave woman in their second family who likes it.

"Well, just plain water."

Jing Aoyun looks at Hong Qiqi with a faint smile, then turns around and pours the water, but Hong Qiqi is even more embarrassed.

There is a feeling of discomfort all over.

"Can I take the liberty to ask what is the relationship between Miss Hong and our family Aohan?"

Jing Aoyun puts boiled water in front of Hong Qiqi, but sits down on the sofa opposite Hong Qiqi and stares at Hong Qiqi for a moment.

Hong Qiqi's face turned red.

"Just friends."

"It's just."

Jing Aoyun nodded clearly.

"Miss Hong, do you like our family? You just answer me yes or no, and I won't listen to the rest. "

Jing Aohan asked so directly, but Hong Qiqi didn't know what to say.

However, facts are facts and can not be changed.

"Yes."

Hearing Hong Qiqi's reply, Jing Aoyun immediately laughed, "in that case, how about I give Miss Hong a suggestion?"

"What advice?"

Hong Qiqi looks at Jing Aoyun puzzled.

Five minutes later.

Standing at the door of Jing Aohan's room, Hong Qiqi hesitates again and again, but still opens the door of Jing Aohan's room. The room is very big, but the light inside is very dark.

However, Hong Qiqi could still see the figure wrapped in the quilt on the big bed in the middle of the room, and her legs moved unconsciously.

"Fauber, I said I'm sleepy now. Let her come back to me next time!"

Jing Aohan didn't even move at all. There was a strong impatience in his voice, but Hong Qiqi's steps were fixed in the same place.

For a long time, Hong Qiqi just light mouth, "I'm not Fubo."

Hearing this sound, Jing Aohan directly sat up from the bed, and the quilt slid down his clean chest to his abdomen. He also saw that Hong Qiqi was standing in the room.

After the surprise, Jing Aohan rubbed his eyebrows and said, "how can you be here?"

"I heard you're back, so I'll see if you're OK."

Hong Qiqi is standing in the dark room. Jing Aohan can't see her expression clearly, but her voice is as plain as water.

"Hong Qiqi, I have made it very clear that it is impossible between us. You really don't have to..."

"But I will."

Hong Qiqi so obstinately expressed his will, also so obstinately stood there, let Jing Aohan suddenly don't know what to do with her.

After taking a deep breath, Jing Aohan opens the quilt and walks out of bed, but he doesn't care that he only wears a pair of boxer pants and walks to Hong Qiqi.

Hong Qiqi's face suddenly turned red again, and his eyes dodged.

"Hong Qiqi, I know that you have worshipped me for many years and have always regarded me as your idol, but do you understand that worship and love are two different feelings?"

Jing Aohan raises Hong Qiqi's chin and makes her look directly at herself.

"You see this face clearly now!" Jing Aohan points to his face and patiently asks Hong Qiqi, "who am I?"

"The scenery is proud of the cold."

Don't know what Jing Aohan want to do, Hong Qiqi can only murmur.