Shang Qian came to the living room with a small face, but when she saw the old man of the Long family, she still raised a smile politely and bent down to greet: "Hello Grandpa Long." ”

Old man Long looked at Shang Qian, the little girl has not seen her whereabouts for a few years, and she is becoming more and more beautiful, and the stinky boy has a good eye, so he hurriedly came to Shang's house to propose, it turned out that he was afraid that his beautiful daughter-in-law would be robbed.

From the moment Shang Qian entered the living room, Long Jingze's gaze seemed to be glued to her. The chestnut curly hair is scattered over the shoulders, adding a touch of charm to the innocence, the slim professional clothes wrap the well-developed body, the eyes are bright and the teeth are bright, the red lips are not dotted and vermilion, the eyes are clear, and the appearance of not knowing the world makes people want to bully her fiercely, Long Jingze looks more and more hot, and the eyes are more and more dark and deep.

I felt that Youdao's eyes had been watching me, and as soon as I turned my head, I met a pair of dark and deep eyes, as if I could suck people's souls into them, and fell into them.

Retracting his gaze in embarrassment, his little heart trembled, this man was so terrible, he felt like he was his prey, thinking about how to eat himself.

It turns out that Shang Qian's intuition is very accurate, isn't Long Jingze just thinking about how to eat her at this time, poor little white rabbit is still stupid.

Old Man Long smiled kindly, it didn't seem to have any shelf at all, if he let those people in the army see it, he would probably be shocked, is this still the old man of the Long family.

"Shallow girl, we are here today to discuss the marriage between you and this stinky boy of my family, how about you choose a date to get engaged?" Old Man Long asked with a smile.

Shang Qian didn't know how to answer.

As soon as the words of refusal reached his lips, the man on the sofa suddenly got up, his dark eyes were aimed at her, and he raised his legs lightly, like an elegant cheetah stepping towards her.

Shang Qian was forced to retreat again and again, she was about to cry, who is this.

The eyes of the distress looked at his uncle, but Shang Hanhai still remembered the incident this morning, and he held a grudge very much, looking left and right, but he didn't look at Shang Qian.

Shang Qian burst into tears, knowing that he would not offend his uncle in the morning.

Until the man grabbed his wrist and walked into the yard, no one came out to stop him.

Long Jingze is tall and long-legged, and he is still pulled to his panting heels, and it is even more inconvenient to walk in high heels.

Feeling the struggling of the people behind him, Long Jingze stopped.

Shang Qian was caught off guard and hit him on the back, just hitting her nose, and her eyes turned red instantly, looking pitiful.

Covering his nose, he complained coquettishly: "What are you doing, it hurts me to death." He pinched his little nose carefully, and he felt like he was going to be knocked down.

Long Jingze was distressed, held her little face and looked at it carefully, and kissed her in distress on her red nose.

Shang Qian was dumbfounded, looking at the handsome man in front of him, because he bumped into himself and showed a self-blaming expression, he felt strange in his heart.

Breaking free of his hand, he took a step back and looked at him warily.

Long Jingze's face darkened, is he so terrible! So far from yourself!

Feeling that the man's mood was not right, he was still shallow and retreated, and he wanted to run, but after running a few steps, his slender waist was tight, and he was firmly hugged by a thick and strong arm.

The man whispered in her ear, "What, want to run?" Her body was so tight that she couldn't move.

The exhaled heat kept touching behind her ears, and she was still shallow and sensitively wanted to hide, but Long Jingze wouldn't let her get her wish, and teased her hard.

The man asked her to turn around and hold her face to face, her chin slammed on her shoulder, her head pierced into her shallow little face, and there was a dense itch, constantly rubbing.

"Baby, I like you, will you marry me? Ye will take care of you, huh? ”

The last um tail note went up, with a hint of lingering, and she almost agreed to this voice control as soon as her legs were weak.