Leng Aojun is three and a half years younger

For a moment, Luo Qingqian stopped blaming him, and instead stretched out her head to kiss him on the cheek. Unexpectedly, the next second, Jun Tingmo actually hugged Luo Qingqian directly on her body, and when she lowered her head, she kissed her. Bite on his soft lips.

"Woo, little bun..." Luo Qingqian reminded in a low voice.

A dark light flashed in Jun Tingmo's eyes, and then he hugged the girl and went into the bathroom. Luo Qingqian was directly placed on the sink.

Jun Tingmo's hand reached into her clothes, and Luo Qingqian took a breath for an instant.

Because of having a child, and with Jun Tingmo by her side, she was very relieved. Unexpectedly, she would be touched by a man suddenly, and she subconsciously let out a soft cry.

"Pain?" A dark light flashed in Jun Tingmo's eyes, but he held it back.

As soon as he looked down, he saw her inconspicuous belly, so his movements softened a bit. This is their second child. Since they didn't take care of the first child's childhood, the second child, They will be pampered like little princesses.

Luo Qingqian saw the man's doting eyes, and acted like a baby in an instant: "It's uncomfortable, it's strange, Ah Ting, let's not do it, shall we?"

"I miss you." A wry smile flashed across Jun Tingmo's eyes, who knew how long he had endured for the safety of the first three months.

But looking at the girl's delicate appearance at this moment, he instantly wished that he could pet her in the palm of his hand, so how could he continue.

"Qianqian, stand still first, and I'll squeeze the toothpaste for you." After Jun Tingmo got the toothbrush from the side, he personally waited on Luo Qingqian to clean it up.

After brushing her teeth, Luo Qingqian stepped on her feet and planted a kiss on the man's face as a consolation prize.

A look of helplessness flashed in Jun Tingmo's eyes, and he placed a kiss on her forehead, and then said: "Go ahead later, eat breakfast, you know? You can't be picky eaters."

As soon as Jun Tingmo finished saying this, Luo Qingqian nodded obediently, and only after Luo Qingqian went out did he begin to take a bath.

And the little bun outside also woke up. He was obviously very happy to see Luo Qingqian, and he didn't need her to help him get dressed. The dog went to the bathroom next door to wash up.

Luo Qingqian looked at the vermicelli, buns, and porridge on the table. These are typical domestic breakfasts, and there are several cups of hot milk, which are very fresh.

But smelling it in Luo Qingqian's nose, I only felt a twitch in my stomach, and I didn't have any desire to eat.

As soon as Jun Tingmo came, he saw Luo Qing lying on the table, looking pitiful.

"What's the matter?" Jun Tingmo strode forward, reached out and hugged the girl on his lap, and then sat down at the dining table.

Luo Qingqian: "I can't eat, I want to vomit..."

A look of pampering flashed in Jun Tingmo's eyes: "How could there be none?"

In fact, Luo Qingqian didn't feel much about most of the food, but in order to let her eat it, Jun Tingmo turned around and went downstairs with Luo Qingqian, taking the buns, and then entered a restaurant, which sold all kinds of breakfast.

But at this moment, a woman was sitting in the hall, eating the noodles in front of her very naturally. It seemed that the taste was very delicious, and she never stopped talking.

But at this moment a man came over, causing the woman to flash a bright light, so handsome.

"Excuse me, are your noodles delicious?" the man asked.

"Delicious." The woman nodded sharply, with a satisfied expression on her face.

The man said again: "Then I will treat you to eat, I hope you can have another bowl."

The woman was pleasantly surprised. She didn't expect to be invited to dinner out of nowhere. Isn't this luck?
Although the woman nodded in agreement, she was very curious about the man. She looked up and followed the man's gaze, and found a girl sitting opposite her. After realizing that she was looking at her, she nodded with a smile.

Then she saw that the girl also came with a bowl of noodles after a while, and looked at her from time to time, and actually ate a lot.

"Qianqian, are you full?" When Jun Tingmo saw the girl, he put down the chopsticks after eating half of it, and he was slightly worried.

This amount of food is still a bit small, but it is better than eating nothing before.

"Qianqian, look, she finished eating and left." Xiao Baozi reminded from the side.

Jun Tingmo instantly understood something, and then the next day, when Luo Qingqian was eating, she accidentally saw a video in which was the woman she met yesterday, and it recorded her eating, even though there was only one in front of her, Ordinary fried rice with eggs, but she ate it deliciously, like the biggest delicacy in the world.

Jun Tingmo used this trick to coax Luo Qingqian to the moment when the gauze on her forehead was removed.

Luo Qingqian looked in the mirror, and was still a little uncomfortable looking at the people inside, but there was no extra emotion in her heart, she just felt a little strange.

I saw the girl in the mirror with a small wound on her forehead. Edward stood aside, looked at her wound, and sighed: "Mr. Jun, this is already the most perfect work. You must know that before Miss Luo Qingqian The wound on the wound is very deep, it is impossible not to leave a scar, and now it can only be seen from a close look, not to mention that it is more than half smaller, and the effect is the same as I expected."

"But if Mr. Jun, you are still not satisfied, I have a suggestion."

Jun Tingmo glanced at him, and Edward said with a smile on his face: "On Miss Luo Qingqian's wound, a small mark is tattooed, which belongs to her alone. It can be a flower petal or a special symbol. I know some artists who do this and promise to be beautiful."

In fact, the wound on Luo Qingqian's forehead is already very shallow, it's just because she is a celebrity, or a female celebrity, if she doesn't guarantee perfection, problems will arise, and various rumors may spread on the Internet.

And if she made a mark, the effect would be different.

Luo Qingqian subconsciously turned her head to look at Jun Tingmo, only to see the man's slightly frowning brows slowly loosen, and then nodded slightly: "Then you are responsible for finding him."

"Okay." Edward smiled instantly.

But obviously, the imprint on Luo Qingqian's forehead should not be too large, as it would affect her choice of scripts. To be precise, some images may appear inconsistent with her temperament because of the imprint on her forehead.

But obviously, the artists Edward invited had deep attainments in aesthetics.

After he looked at Luo Qingqian's face, he didn't make the mark, but leaned slightly to the left in the center, and Luo Qingqian left a bunch of bangs in the middle, the breeze blew, and when he looked at it from the side, he only felt a beautiful The attractive half of the delicate petals seems to be blooming and closing.

This imprint is on the artistic effect, very mysterious, like a blooming flower.