"Hmm...Dad..." Qing Huan rubbed her eyes, pretending to have just woke up, all her performances were extremely pure, as if she didn't know what she was doing. Looking down Jiang Zhuo's line of sight, seeing that his chest was bare, he smiled: "Ah, the clothes are open."

After finishing speaking, the pajamas were fastened openly in front of Jiang Zhuo. Jiang Zhuo watched those slender, white hands grabbing the laces, and they grasped them awkwardly, and then said hoarsely: "Daddy will help you tie them."

Qing Huan straightened up her chest relentlessly, Jiang Zhuo pinched two thin straps, the straps were silk, but they were still too rough compared to her skin. The slender fingertips seemed to inadvertently slid a little blush across the top, and Qing Huan's body shivered slightly, and stepped back.

Surprisingly sensitive... Jiang Zhuo's eyes deepened.

Teasing him, teasing him, teasing him, doesn't mean you have to give yourself to him now. For Qinghuan, it was not impossible to be like a handsome and outstanding man like Jiang Zhuo, but not now. What you want to eat can be delivered to your mouth immediately, and it is essentially different from finally getting it after all the hardships. If Jiang Zhuo wants her, he must devote more sincerity and energy.

After the pajamas were fastened, Qing Huan put his arms around Jiang Zhuo's neck again, and said, "Daddy will carry me down."

Jiang Zhuo smiled: "I'm so old, and I'm still pestering Dad."

"Well... it will take a lifetime." She rubbed Jiang Zhuo's neck with her tender face. "Daddy carries me."

Jiang Zhuo didn't hold her back, in fact, he himself wanted to carry it very much. The little girl's body is soft and flexible, tender, who doesn't like it. But you have to put on clothes before you go down, he wants to let the little naughty Lai down, but it doesn't work, the little girl insists on sticking to him.

Regardless of Jiang Zhuo's helpless look, he actually likes Qinghuan in his heart. Not long after being with Jiang Zhuo, Qinghuan touched his temperament, using the word she had just learned to describe it, that is Mensao. The appearance is indifferent, as if strangers should not enter, in fact, the bones are particularly enthusiastic. It seems that he doesn't like physical contact with people, but once you break his guard, he can't wait to be with you all the time. In the past two years, Qinghuan and Jiang Zhuo get along with each other day and night, just to raise a dog. At this moment, the feelings should also deepen.

Qinghuan has never raised a dog, but this does not prevent the dog from having feelings for her.

Qing Huan is very cooperative with stretching arms and kicking legs, acting like a Barbie doll and very dedicated. It has been a long time since she made a good relationship with Jiang Zhuo to wear those pompous princess dresses with bow knots. Perhaps Jiang Zhuo also saw that the skirt was not suitable for her. Now the clothes Qinghuan wears very well.

A pure cotton knee-length white skirt is enough to show her clean temperament and sweet smile to the fullest. Even if they don't like her, no one will be willing to say a harsh word to her when they see such a girl. The black hair was slanted in a loose braid and hung over one shoulder—Jiang Zhuo's ability to tie his hair nowadays is so good that the centipede braid can't help him.

It's really beautiful, the whole body exudes youthful vigor and vitality, that is, there is a lingering sickness between the eyebrows, and the lips are white, not bloody, but it also dilutes the slightly gorgeous appearance. A sense of aggression makes her beauty not only dazzling but also soft, not so aggressive.

Like peony. Beautiful, but pure.

Compared with the beauty that Jiang Zhuo loved so much, Jiang Qian couldn't get it at all. He didn't understand why two years later, his father and eldest brother asked for this little thing. Looking at this posture, it seemed to put her above the real treasure. Is it to use fish eyes as pearls?

This is also the situation that Qinghuan deliberately formed. The more she tried to get close to Jiang Zhuo Jiang Jin, the more she deliberately provoked Jiang Qian's unhappiness and anger. It can be said that not only did she not get close to Jiang Qian in the past two years, but she also specifically stimulated his fragile nerves. If these three men like her, then the duel between her and Miss Jiang Jia will only bring them embarrassment. And if someone strongly opposes before this...

It was like the case in the psychology book that Mo Ze found for her. If you don’t like things that much, if someone keeps pointing and making irresponsible remarks in front of you, the more you will develop a rebellious mentality. Don't you like it? Then I want to like it.

The more Jiang Qian objected, the more Jiang Zhuo and Jiang Jin couldn’t do without her. At that time, Qing Huan really wanted to know that a son’s objection, the life of a baby daughter, compared with a woman he likes, Jiang Zhuo and Jiang Jin Which one will Zhuo choose?

When he saw Jiang Zhuo go downstairs with Qinghuan on his back, Jiang Qian, who was gracefully delivering the fried eggs in his mouth, frowned slightly: "Yuan'er, you are not too young anymore. You shouldn't stick to your father like this anymore."

After hearing this, Jiang Zhuo didn't say anything, he felt the little guy on his back tremble slightly, and then he was about to struggle away from him. He was annoyed, and sternly said: "Be good!" It would not be a joke if he fell from the top. Black eyes glanced at Jiang Qian, not only dissatisfied with Jiang Qian's words, but also dissatisfied with Qing Huan's listening to Jiang Qian's words. The two emotions are intertwined, and Jiang Qian is naturally to be blamed.

He has spoiled this on his back for two years. Although Jiang Qian is his son, the relationship between father and son is not so close. If there is no daughter, they are at best a nodding acquaintance. "Speak well, don't scare Yuan'er."

Jiang Qian raised his head and sneered. This girl's face had been pale and sick for ten years. What if she was frightened? Father cares about her so much, is there any Wan'er in his heart? "If you are so courageous, is it a rat?"

The malicious irony made Qing Huan a little embarrassed, but she pursed her mouth and said softly, "It's a rabbit."

Jiang Zhuo chuckled, Jiang Jin finished the last sip of coffee, and said: "Okay, don't bully Yuan'er, Yuan'er, come here to my eldest brother."

So Qing Huan stepped on the bunny slippers and ran into Jiang Jin's arms for the first time after touching the ground with both feet. Since she always hugs each other, Jiang Jin has long been accustomed to having physical close contact with her. After a long period of time, I naturally fell in love. He has a gentler personality, but he is no less cold than Jiang Zhuo. It can be said that he is the first person in Jiang Jiaqing to have little desire.

Jiang Zhuo felt that his arms were empty. He hadn't never seen Qing Huan getting close to Jiang Jin before, but now, he suddenly felt a little flustered in his heart. After a long while, he smiled and shouted Qinghuan: "Come here for breakfast, otherwise you will have stomachache again in a while."

Jiang Jin motioned to the servant to bring Qinghuan's breakfast to her side: "I'll feed her."

Ruddy little mouth, pink tongue, delicate inner wall of the mouth, when she took a bite of bacon, the little cheeks bulged, very cute. Before she knew it, Jiang Jin became addicted, taking one bite after another, until Qinghuan rubbed her belly and groaned: "Big, big brother, no, don't eat..." Then there were tears in her eyes. .

Mo Ze, who has witnessed everything, said, Master, you will get an Oscar soon, it's a chicken thief!

Before Jiang Jin had time to ask what was wrong, Jiang Zhuo got cold face over there, "You feed too much!" It's not about raising rabbits, but this is a living person!

If Qinghuan found out what he was thinking at the moment, he would definitely ask ironically, dare to think that now that someone is a human being, why didn't you think of this when you adopted someone back to dig your heart? Of course, she is still very delicate now, holding her belly uncomfortable, her face turned pale, she grabbed Jiang Jin's hand and acted like a baby: "Big brother...knead."

The warm palm was against the chubby belly, as if it was really better. Jiang Jin kneaded Qing Huan in this position, and felt guilty again in her heart as she kneaded. She is so small, she is also small, and of course she has a small appetite. She usually eats breakfast for small birds, and he really feeds too much.

Regardless of Jiang Zhuo's unhappy heart, Jiang Qian looked at this scene coldly, and somehow felt it was particularly dazzling. From the corner of her eyes, Qing Huan looked at herself timidly, and then stared back unceremoniously. When she stopped looking at herself, she felt a little lost in her heart. soy Mujer! Relying on her father and elder brother to love her, she is almost going to heaven! You know how to behave like a baby every day, don't you know to please yourself? !

Speaking of this, I can’t help but admire Qinghuan’s unexplored prophet again. The main task given by Mo Ze is to get the heart of the Jiang family man. Jiang Qian is naturally also the Jiang family man. She has never thought of severing justice with him. She is really an enemy, and it is not beautiful. After reading countless psychology and various love novels, Qing Huan also formulated a line that drew Jiang Qian.

The more she likes someone, the more she wants to bully her, the more she ignores herself, the more she wants to oppose her. It's the same truth as a little boy likes a little girl and he likes to pull other people's braids.

After rubbing for a while, her stomach still didn't improve. Qing Huan's face turned pale with pain. Jiang Jin was really anxious at the moment, so she quickly called the family doctor. Just about to hug Qing Huan upstairs, Jiang Zhuo took a step ahead and looked at him coldly. Knowing that she was wrong, Jiang Jin took a step back, still staring at Qing Huan eagerly, and seeing the sickness that lingered between her eyebrows, her heart ached.

If it were not for Wan'er's illness, she would not have become like this. There was a strange feeling in Jiang Jin's heart, but so far, he had no intention of letting off Qing Huan.

Of course not, if they don't want to dig her heart, how can she abuse their heart? She did not do thankless things, not because of sincere feelings. She received it effortlessly, but this did not prevent her from brushing Jiang Jin's guilt value: "Big brother... don't take it to heart, it's my fault. , Knowing that I can't eat it, I should say..."

Jiang Zhuo booed her: "Don't talk."

She obediently closed her mouth.