Leng Shao's famous family group dotes on his wife

Qiao Anan heard the other party's tricks, and asked curiously: "But what will happen?"

Leng Yincheng chuckled, and his magnetic voice was extremely deep and gentle: "But because it's at your home, I think I should sleep well."

Joan Ann laughed: "I think you can be a master of love talk, and your words are very provocative."

Leng Yincheng explained calmly: "I'm just telling the truth. If I'm talking about love, I will definitely find a formal occasion."

"Well, then you know romance." Qiao Anan stood up straight, turned around and walked back to the living room.

Leng Yincheng seemed to have received a sense, stood up and went back to the living room: "It's not romantic, to me, what you say is a kind of promise, and it must be solemn."

Qiao Anan threw herself directly on the sofa: "So as long as it's what you said, it's very credible. It's not uncommon for a man like you who can give women a sense of security."

Leng Yincheng's thin lips slowly curled up: "So you have to think carefully about when you will marry me, otherwise as my experience grows, your competitiveness will become more and more powerful."

Joan Ann fell on the sofa and laughed loudly: "The more you talk, the more drifting you are."

Suddenly, her eyes just drifted past the photos on the coffee table again, and just saw the family portrait photos when she was a child, and she suddenly became interested again: "By the way, are you sleepy now?"

On the phone, Leng Yincheng's gentle tone came.

"I'm not sleepy, I want to have a good chat with you. During dinner today, I heard your father and brother talk about your childhood, and I want you to talk about it more."

Joan Ann turned over and sat up from the sofa, ran to the locker in the corner of the living room, opened a drawer, and found a photo album.

"You think beautifully, and you still want to hear the embarrassing things about me when I was a child. I won't let you know. Unless you ask me."

Leng Yincheng's tone was deliberately cold: "I'll give you a chance to repeat."

Joan Ann raised her head arrogantly: "You beg me."

"Believe it or not, I'll go over and find you in a few minutes?" Leng Yincheng's cold and magnetic voice was full of warnings.

On the contrary, Qiao Anan provoked louder: "It depends on whether you have this opportunity! Be careful that before you come over, your legs have already been discounted by my father and brothers!"

I thought that Leng Yincheng would continue to settle accounts with himself angrily, but he heard Leng Yincheng fall silent on the phone.

After a few more seconds, Leng Yincheng said in a serious tone: "An An, let's have a daughter in the future."

Qiao Anan almost choked on her own saliva: "What are you talking about? We just fell in love, why did we talk about having a baby..."

"I suddenly thought of this. I am really happy to have a daughter who is pampered by everyone." Leng Yincheng sat on the sofa in a lazy posture, with his long legs slowly crossed.

He envied Joan Ann from the bottom of his heart.

Qiao Anan nodded with a smile: "There is nothing wrong with what you said, by the way, what are you doing? You go to the door of my room, and I will show you a photo. I have carefully treasured this photo. From I haven’t shown it to people around me. Even my roommates probably haven’t seen it much.”

Leng Yincheng heard it, and stood up very interestedly: "Then I'll go over and look for you, but it's in the corridor."

Qiao Anan stood up holding the photo frame: "It must be in the corridor, otherwise I am afraid that my family will misunderstand if I am alone in the middle of the night."

Well, she usually looks carefree, but she is actually very reserved.

And when it comes to dealing with men and women, she has always been very careful, thinking that girls should respect and love themselves.

Not long after, there was a knock on the door of her room.

She had already changed into a coat, and walked out of the room cautiously. Seeing that there was no one in the corridor, she turned around and took out the photo: "Look, there is my mother on it."

Leng Yincheng stretched out his hands to take it: "Very good, the family portrait is very beautiful."

Joan Ann leaned against the wall of the corridor: "Really? Look at my mother, I am so beautiful, and my genes are all in my mother."

"In the era of my parents, my aunt should be a peerless beauty. You and my aunt look very similar." Leng Yincheng raised the photo frame, placed it next to Qiao An'an's cheek, and looked at it seriously.

Joan Ann made a cute grimace: "That's right! My father was actually very handsome when he was young, and I just absorbed all the excellent genes from them!"

Leng Yincheng smiled and nodded.

I thought that to have such an excellent and cheerful girlfriend as Qiao An'an, I really found a treasure.

Qiao Anan blinked at Leng Yincheng again: "What are you thinking? Have you seen my movements? How do I compare to when I was a child?"

Leng Yincheng lowered his head and took a look: "When I was young, I was very cute and cute, but with the delicate facial features, I can tell that she is a beauty embryo at a glance."

"At the end of the day, I still have to thank my mother. She is so beautiful and her genes are so good." Qiao Anan stood up proudly, and reached out to touch the mother in the photo.

Although all the memories of my mother stay in my childhood, the warm feeling will never change no matter what.

Every time I think of it, my heart is very warm.

"Then I also want to thank Auntie for making you so beautiful and to be my girlfriend." Leng Yincheng raised his hand and touched Qiao An'an's head.

The two looked at each other and smiled, but suddenly heard a coughing voice not far behind.

They turned around together and found that Qiao Xiaobai was standing at the stairs, looking at them.

For a moment, Joan Ann took a step back, wishing he could find a crack in the ground.

On the contrary, Leng Yin stood firmly in place, looking at Qiao Xiaobai with a calm expression: "Good evening."

Qiao Xiaobai's warm expression was extraordinarily cold: "Didn't I tell you two to go to bed earlier? What are you doing chatting at the door of the room? Nerves are sneaking around in the middle of the night!"

Leng Yincheng replied without changing his face: "He and An'an enjoyed the family portrait here, and then went back to the room to sleep. I'm really sorry to disturb the elder brother."

Qiao Anan turned her head and glanced at Leng Yincheng, secretly admiring her.

Her elder brother is so fierce now, yet he can still chat with him so calmly.

It is worthy of Leng Yincheng who has experienced many battles and combines intelligence and wisdom!
If this is placed in a novel or TV series, there will be protagonist halos one after another!
Qiao Xiaobai smiled coldly, and then strode towards Qiao An'an: "What's there to talk about? Can't we talk during the day? Go back to sleep!"

Before the voice fell completely, he held Joan Ann's collar, opened the door of Joan Ann's room with one hand, and pushed his little sister in without politeness.

And when he looked at Leng Yincheng, his eyes narrowed tightly, as if he was about to kill someone any minute.