This Warm Marriage is Bone-deep Sweet

Chapter 111: Do you really want to be my wife Qin?

  Chapter 111 Do you really want to be my Mrs. Qin?

  In the nanny's car, Qiao Mu's terrifying gaze faintly fell on Ling Zihuan, the corners of his mouth curled up with a wicked smile, and he nodded pretentiously: "Very good!"

  After the words, he took out the phone in the blinking sight of the little girl, touched the screen, and pressed it to the side of his ear, "Fourth, you come back, in my car...huh!"

  Ling Zihuan was scared silly!

  As soon as she heard that the call was made to the fourth uncle, there were so many scruples about where she was. In panic, her hands went directly around the back of the chair, and she covered Qiao Mu's thin lips with one hand.

  The phone was still on, she didn't dare to say anything, so she could only leaned in his ear, lowered her voice and said aggrievedly: "Second Uncle, I can't sit in front with you!"

  Qiao Mu’s lips touched the soft and tender palm of the little girl, and the heat sprayed from her surrounded her ears, suddenly feeling a little hot.

  He pulled away Ling Zihuan’s arm and glanced at her. In the little girl’s incredulous gaze, he threw the phone on the storage box, his face narrowed: "Hey, come and sit!"

Ling Zihuan looked at the phone screen dumbfounded. There was no call page at all. She pointed at the phone angrily, then looked at Qiao Mu, and clearly read the threat under his eyes. She immediately crawled to the vice-president like an eggplant beaten by frost. Driving, fasten your seat belt and turn your head to get sulking...

  ……

   After changing to Mu Yi to drive, Yan Shiqi and Qin Baiyu were behind in the same seat.

  Perhaps he didn’t want to eat too much dog food. During the driving, Mu Yi raised the partitions of the front and rear seats and strictly did not listen to indecent assaults!

Yan Shiqi leaned against Qin Baiyu, with the white cake box on his knees.

  There is a pink ribbon tied on the surface of the box. Even if it is not opened, Yan Shiqi can think that the entrance must be sweet and sweet.

  "Do you really want to get the certificate from me?"

  The man brought up the topic again. It was obvious that she had opened his mouth, but he suddenly heard it at this time, and his heartbeat was still disordered for a few seconds.

  Yan Shiqi Xiubai held the cake box in her hands, and subconsciously wrapped the ribbon around her fingertips, her throbbing emotions were still fermenting, but she was a little calmer than before.

  She murmured angrily, "Didn’t it say that I can get the certificate when I come back from Milan."

  This is what she said at the beginning. Today, in the unreserved love of men, she doesn't think there is any reason to delay.

  She thought, in this life, people will meet all kinds of people.

  But after all, I have to experience it once, meeting someone, amazing the time I met for the first time, and the years of joy and joy, and the love of going to a good day together emerges.

   is the heartbeat, the joy, the endless and tireless yearning.

  Qin Baiyu is undoubtedly the man she wants to share in love.

  Yan Shiqi's heart was deep, her nervous face, accompanied by lightly trembling eyelashes, a certainty in the shame, aroused an unspeakable emotion in the man's deep sea-like eyes.

  He sighed softly, as if helpless, as if indulging, the next second he held her chin with his fingertips, and dropped a pious kiss on her slightly pursed lips.

  The man let go of her lips, rubbed his forehead against her lightly, the tone was a bit dull, and her breath was burning with her skin, "Do you really want to be my Mrs. Qin?"

  Yan Shiqi lowered her eyes and pressed her forehead against the man. She did not dare to look at his eyes for fear of getting drunk in them.

  His deep love is like a giant net trapping her firmly, and the three words ‘Mrs. Qin’, as if by magic, bloomed countless beautiful flowers on the vines in her heart.

  She nodded, steadfastly, "Well, I want to be Mrs. Qin!"

good night.

  (End of this chapter)