Chapter 170: His Red Flag

After dinner, Allen said that he was going to read the encyclopedia that Ye Jingchong gave him.

Hearing this, Ye Jingchong looked up at me: "This kid is eccentric, he has a lot of problems every day, so I will let him look up the dictionary by himself." ”

I laughed at him, "It's rare to meet you who won't." In fact, I know very well in my heart that Allen, a little kid, is a ghost horse elf, and the ravines and ravines in his head have turned nine and eighteen turns, which are even more tortuous than ordinary adults.

Ye Jingchong was proud: "Then we have to see who laid the genetic foundation." ”

I laughed, this man was getting more and more shameless.

He walked over and wrapped his arms around my thin waist: "Didn't you say last time that you were going camping?" How about this weekend? The weather was good, and the company could also ask for leave early. ”

He pinched the flesh around my waist and rested his chin on my shoulder: "Okay?" ”

"Ye Jingchong." I tapped his forehead away from me, looked him in the eye, and I asked, "How's going at the hospital?" ”

He was silent for a moment, as if he hadn't expected me to take the initiative to talk about it.

"Well, it's fine, it's just that the doctor recommended staying in the hospital for a few more days to facilitate observation." Ye Jingchong said, looking at me, "Actually, on the one hand, it has something to do with getting older, and on the other hand, it is also a heart disease." ”

He laughed self-deprecatingly: "About the younger generations in the family are not worry-free." ”

I patted his wrist and looked into his eyes: "You are worry-free enough, but sometimes the elders always have the heart to, I sometimes think that when Allen grows up, I must not care too much about him, just let him do what he likes, but when I think about it now, I may not be able to do it in the future." ”

Ye Jingchong's heart moved, holding my face, his forehead against mine, and whispered: "Start worrying now, what can I do in the future......

"So, in the future, you have to share a lot of responsibility for me, so I don't have to think so much, the wrinkles at the corners of my eyes will come out." I rarely coquettish him, and sure enough, the man's eyes were very useful.

"How old are you," he leaned over with a smile, "let me take a closer look at any wrinkles?" As he spoke, he turned on the light and looked at it seriously.

"Ye Jingchong!" I reached for him to pinch his chin, "Don't forget that the age gap between us is so long, I don't get ......old that easily."

As soon as these words came out, Ye Jingchong's eyes narrowed again.

This time, though, it's a red flag.

He didn't smile: "Okay, dare to arrange me, let you see the ability of this old man!" He lowered his head and held me firmly in his arms with his height advantage, the familiar smell close to my lips, but in a few seconds, he familiarly grasped my rhythm, sticking his soft tongue in, nimbly shuttling back and forth.

My eyes widened, my hands moving around his chest, he frowned, stepped forward, and pressed my hand firmly into his palm. The warm touch came, and I gently hugged his strong waist, feeling the warmth sweeping over me inch by inch, and the itchy touch spread from above to the center of my feet.

The temperature in my body rose sharply, and I looked at him with hazy eyes: "Ye Jingchong......"

I was answered with a more passionate kiss.

He was like a child who persistently chased the game, kissed me here, and then shifted his position after a while. In the end, I couldn't take it anymore and pressed his face: "You rascal. ”

As I spoke, I stood on tiptoe and kissed him on the lips.

Hmph, I can't always let you take the initiative, I want to take back my real power.

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