Huo Jue nodded deeply, took a step with long legs, and stepped directly into the house, and as soon as he entered the door, he saw Jian Ran's surprised face.

The car sped through the streets of Beijing, lined with rows of ginkgo trees, even though the golden color was still dazzling in the dark night under the brilliant lights.

She opened a pair of big eyes, and the end of her words was slightly picky, unbelievable,

"You just say that you just say 'huh' so lightly?" She silently turned her head out the window, looking at the rapidly receding scenery outside without saying a word.

His eyebrows froze, and he indifferently swept over Chen Junke next to him, and said coldly: "Why is she here?" "Rather, she was just disappointed, disappointed not to be trusted by anyone.

Jian Ran silently rolled her eyes and ended the conversation.

"Okay, Mom Zhang." Jian Ran was a little full, she turned her head sideways and asked Zhang's mother in the kitchen,

"Mom Zhang, is there a place where I can eat?" When the car stopped, she found out that Chen Junke had taken her to the airport, what kind of trouble was this?

"Won't the young lady go back and have a look?" She wrinkled her eyebrows slightly, and finally withdrew her gaze from the window, looking at Chen Junke's side face concentrating on driving, the soft and smooth lines did not lose fortitude, and he did reveal a natural elegance and elegance when he was quiet.

The car drove for a long time, and Chen Junke never spoke again, judging from Jian Ran's experience of watching him fight with his little assistant in the hospital and entering a nightclub, he didn't look like such a silent person.

"What kind of person are you, and what kind of person is Huo Jueshen?" Huo Jue got up with deep satisfaction, stepped forward to pull Jian Ran, she quickly put her hand into her coat pocket, and before she could be complacent, his big palm followed.

Young lady? Is Chen Junke married? Chen Junke stretched his waist, indicating that he was a little tired, and went straight upstairs, leaving the two of them to solve their own affairs.

It's good to talk about a lot of things, Jian Ran pushed Huo Jueshen away, and said softly, "Let's go back." ”

"What kind of person are you, and what kind of person is Huo Jueshen?" 192.157.199.232,192.157.199.232; 0; pc; 4; Chen Junke, a grinding iron literature, asked Jian Ran to sit down on the sofa, and spent a good time crossing Erlang's legs, playing with his nails, and looking up at her from time to time.

After a while, the butler's respectful voice came from outside the door,

"Young Master Huo, you're here." Chen Junke got up from the sofa, walked up to him, and the two brothers put their arms around his broad shoulders, attached to his ear and said secretly: "Otherwise, do you think I asked you to come to Beijing to talk about work?" She was depressed for a while, turned her face and didn't want to talk to him anymore, sure enough, they were brothers, and even the attitude towards the young lady was the same, it was really a raccoon dog.

Her heart warmed, and she heard his cautious inquiry coming from above her head,

"Xiao Ran, are you still angry?" She wrinkled her eyebrows slightly, and finally withdrew her gaze from the window, looking at Chen Junke's side face concentrating on driving, the soft and smooth lines did not lose fortitude, and he did reveal a natural elegance and elegance when he was quiet.

She stood up suddenly, pointed at Chen Junke, who was smiling with a decent face, and said angrily: "Chen Junke, you scoundrel!" Chen Junke's afterglow stayed on Jian Ranjiao's side face, and asked with concern: "There's nothing wrong with your head these days, right?" She didn't show much joy and understanding, but the lines of her face that were no longer tense spoke for themselves, and the man behind her was still holding the small hand in her pocket, following behind her with a smile in his eyes.

His eyebrows froze, and he indifferently swept over Chen Junke next to him, and said coldly: "Why is she here?" Chen Junke stretched his waist, indicating that he was a little tired, and went straight upstairs, leaving the two of them to solve their own affairs.

She wrinkled her eyebrows slightly, and finally withdrew her gaze from the window, looking at Chen Junke's side face concentrating on driving, the soft and smooth lines did not lose fortitude, and he did reveal a natural elegance and elegance when he was quiet.

Seeing his obvious performance, she was disdainful, turned her face back and said indifferently: "It's just a little curious." Huo Jue's cold expression finally relaxed, and she walked in the direction of Jian Ran, she didn't expect that the man she hadn't seen for a week would meet here, and her face burned with the anger of being deceived.

Chen Junkeyun asked Jian Ran lightly, without the slightest guilt and consciousness on his face. Huo Jue pulled Jian Ran in front of him, his tall and majestic body easily disappeared her in the dark, he suddenly turned around, and with a force of the hand in his pocket, he brought her into his arms, and a faint voice came from above,

"Xiaoran, I didn't let Lina compete because I didn't think she had to be so overkill. I naturally know that my little dye is so good that I don't need to do it at all. After a while, the butler's respectful voice came from outside the door,

"Young Master Huo, you're here." Jian Ran silently rolled her eyes and ended the conversation.

"Xiao Jian Ran, you look at me like this, let Jue Shen know, and you can't pick my skin." When the car stopped, she found out that Chen Junke had taken her to the airport, what kind of trouble was this?

Young lady? Is Chen Junke married? The housekeeper responded with a kind smile, led the two to the house, and after entering the house, a woman who looked at the same age as the housekeeper greeted her warmly, she was wearing a dark apron, with a kind and deep smile on her face, and said to Chen Junke and Jian Ran: "The young master is back, Miss Jane will wait a while, the dish will be ready soon." Huo Jue got up with deep satisfaction, stepped forward to pull Jian Ran, she quickly put her hand in her coat pocket, she didn't have time to be proud, his big palm followed.

Huo Jue got up with deep satisfaction, stepped forward to pull Jian Ran, she quickly put her hand into her coat pocket, and before she could be complacent, his big palm followed.

Her heart warmed, and she heard his cautious inquiry coming from above her head,

"Xiao Ran, are you still angry?" Huo Jue nodded deeply, took a step with long legs, and stepped directly into the house, and as soon as he entered the door, he saw Jian Ran's surprised face.

Chen Junke asked Jian Ran to sit down on the sofa, crossed Erlang's legs for a long time, played with his nails, and looked up at her from time to time.

"Then you have to believe me, I will never do anything to hurt you." Then he walked straight to the chair in front of the table, sat down with his back to the two of them, and was so angry that he joined forces to lie to her, and he really thought she was good-tempered and not anxious.

She was depressed for a while, turned her face and didn't want to talk to him anymore, sure enough, they were brothers, and even the attitude towards the young lady was the same, it was really a raccoon dog.

His eyebrows froze, and he indifferently swept over Chen Junke next to him, and said coldly: "Why is she here?" ”192.157.199.232,192.157.199.232; 0; pc; 4; Grinding Iron Literature Jian Ran stood beside Chen Junke and responded politely,

"Hello." Zhang's mother smiled happily, and the wrinkles at the corners of her eyes wrinkled together.

"Won't the young lady go back and have a look?"

"Okay, Mom Zhang." Jian Ran stood beside Chen Junke and responded politely,

"Hello." Huo Jue nodded deeply, took a step with long legs, and stepped directly into the house, and as soon as he entered the door, he saw Jian Ran's surprised face.

Jian Ran immediately looked back at him suspiciously, but saw his jaw move slightly, and replied nonchalantly: "Hmm." "Are all men in the world the same?

You don't even care about a few years of relationship, is there still a good man in this world? Her delicate face was gradually stained with a layer of loss and melancholy.

In the next second, Chen Junke listened to the loud cry, stretched out his hand to block his lips and chuckled, and his good-looking peach blossom eyes were almost narrowed into a line.

"Let Zhang's mother hurry up and prepare the food." The last bowl of sweet and sour hawthorn porridge was eaten, and Jian Ran leaned back on the chair contentedly, envious of Zhang's mother's good cooking skills.

"Won't the young lady go back and have a look?" His words were full of earnestness, and it was the first time he had explained to her since they had had a few awkward encounters, and she suddenly felt as if he had changed, not as high as she had seen, and looked down on everything.

Huo Jue looked at her bulging cheeks, and couldn't help but reach out and want to pull her over, but she dodged her and said coldly,

"I don't have anything to say to you." Chen Junke stretched his waist, indicating that he was a little tired, and went straight upstairs, leaving the two of them to solve their own affairs.

"Okay, Mom Zhang." The housekeeper responded with a kind smile, led the two to the house, and after entering the house, a woman who looked at the same age as the housekeeper greeted her warmly, she was wearing a dark apron, with a kind and deep smile on her face, and said to Chen Junke and Jian Ran: "The young master is back, Miss Jane will wait a while, the dish will be ready soon." Jian Ran looked at the handsome face who was close at hand, with the movement of his hand, her heartbeat accelerated uncontrollably, and her face gradually became hot, she pursed her lips, reached out to brush away his warm palm, and walked straight out the door.

She didn't show much joy and understanding, but the lines of her face that were no longer tense spoke for themselves, and the man behind her was still holding the little hand in her pocket, following behind her step by step, his eyes smiling.

Young lady? Is Chen Junke married? In the next second, Chen Junke listened to the loud cry, stretched out his hand to block his lips and chuckled, and his good-looking peach blossom eyes were almost narrowed into a line.

"Let Zhang's mother hurry up and prepare the food." Huo Jueshen stretched out his other big hand and climbed her smooth forehead, kneading it gently, staring at the pair of autumn water cut pupils with pity, her eyes seemed to be filled with water, and under the light, it seemed to be dripping.

She wrinkled her eyebrows slightly, and finally withdrew her gaze from the window, looking at Chen Junke's side face concentrating on driving, the soft and smooth lines did not lose fortitude, and he did reveal a natural elegance and elegance when he was quiet.

She wrinkled her eyebrows slightly, and finally withdrew her gaze from the window, looking at Chen Junke's side face concentrating on driving, the soft and smooth lines did not lose fortitude, and he did reveal a natural elegance and elegance when he was quiet.

Chen Junke's afterglow stayed on Jian Ran's beautiful side face, and asked with concern: "Nothing is wrong with your head these days, right?" "The car sped through the streets of Beijing, lined with rows of ginkgo trees, even though the golden color was still dazzling in the dark night under the brilliant lights.