After a while, the man's body was barely washed by the woman, and he got up from the bathtub and walked out, Jing Qingran turned his back to him, and reached out to hand him a bathrobe.

The man put on the wide bathrobe, and Jing Qingran turned around.

"Do you want to wash it for you?" The man asked.

"No, I'll just wash it myself, you can go out first." Jing Qingran said.

"Don't mind that, don't the two of us have a skin-to-skin relationship?" The man said.

"But, when it comes to taking a bath, I can wash it alone, you go out first, you are here, how can I wash it?" Jing Qingran reached out and pushed him.

"You really don't want me to help?" Mu Zhengchen looked at her condescendingly.

"No, you go out ......" Jing Qingran shook his head and reached out to push him again.

"Okay." Men can only go out.

The bathroom door was closed, Jing Qingran took off his clothes, walked under the sprinkler, and took a shower, which was simple and convenient.

It wasn't long before she opened the bathroom door and walked out with her wet hair, a white bathrobe, and slippers on her feet.

The room has a special style.

There was a bottle of red wine and two wine glasses on the table, which had just been delivered by the waiter.

The man sat at the table, picked up a goblet, there was not much red wine in the glass, slowly shaken, slowly tasted, very emotional.

"Sit down and drink." The man looked up at her and said lightly.

"Oh." Well, he sighed, and then, walked to the table, sat down, and met him face to face.

The man poured wine for her, and the red wine was poured into the wine glass, with a faint aroma of wine, refreshing the nose, and disturbing people's hearts.

Jing Qingran picked up the wine glass, put it to his lips, and took a sip gently.

The tip of the tongue draws the aroma of the wine, which is very good.

This bottle of red wine seems to be very expensive, the vintage is not close, and the taste is very good.

That's how rich people can enjoy it! This sentence suddenly popped up in Jing Qingran's heart.

A faint breeze blew in from the window, and the aroma of wine became more and more intense.

"Well clear." He opened his mouth to call her.

"If there's anything, you just say it." Jing Qingran looked into his eyes and said.

"Are you really a soul traveler?" The man asked.

"This, how do you say it......" Jing Qingran frowned, smashed his tongue, and looked like he didn't know where to start.

"Just tell me, I want to know what you think in your heart." The man said, picking up his glass and taking another sip of red wine.

Jing Qingran is not a madman! He was sure that she was not crazy, that day, what Jing Qingran told him was too illusory, he didn't understand it, and he didn't believe it, but now, after thinking about it, he remembered that he could understand, so he asked.

"What you told you, I hope you don't tell anyone else, and don't think I'm a madman." Jing Qingran said.

"I understand." He nodded faintly.

"I have seen this kind of thing on the Internet and on TV, but in reality, few people have experienced this kind of thing, and I am one of them." Jing Qingran said.

Jing Qingran was thinking about it, if he really told him the truth of the matter, would he mind that he still regarded him as his father-in-law, and then, because he couldn't stand it, he regarded him as his father-in-law, and then, he chose to alienate her?

Haven't you ever eaten pork, haven't you ever seen a pig run?

Mu Zhengchen naturally knew what Jing Qingran would say, he groaned slightly, and said, "Can you still go back?" ”

"I shouldn't be able to, I was already a dead man in that era." Jing Qingran said.

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