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Lingaga's dazed eyes opened suddenly, "Wow! Ah!" screamed, and rolled to the ground violently.

"Why are you so close?" Ling Jiajia sat on the ground, her voice trembling. It was true that Detective An was too close to her just now.Moreover, she just dreamed that Detective An wanted her to kiss him, but she actually reached out to ask for a hug from Detective An, and she pouted, as if she owed a kiss.

Ahhh, this scene must be the wrong way for her to open it, it must be a dream.

Lingaga sat on the ground and didn't seem to intend to get up.

An Zhenshao was on the side of the sofa, bending over and stretching his neck, looking at her like this.

Ling Jiajia blushed more and more after being watched by An Detective Young Master. Now she just wanted to dig a hole for herself in place, and then sneaked into that hole with her whole body.

"What dream did you have?" Detective An pretended that her face was not red enough, jumped over the sofa, and came directly in front of Lingaga, the distance between the two suddenly shortened.

Looking at the perfect handsome face in front of him, Ling Jiajia propped his hands behind his back, and moved his body to avoid the eyes of Young Detective An.

She couldn't tell Young Detective An that she dreamed of him in her dream.

"Hehehe, I didn't dream of anything." Ling Jiajia twitched the corners of his lips, stretched out his hand and pushed Detective An, "Hehe, I'm going to change clothes, you go to work first."

Of course, Detective An didn't listen to Ling Jiajia's words. When she came down after changing her clothes upstairs, she saw a rich breakfast on the table, and a certain man had a newspaper in his slender fingers.

But Lingaga saw the expression on An Detective Young's face, which was both angry and smiling.

"What are you looking at?" After walking down the stairs, before he could reach the dining table, Lao Zhang hurriedly approached from outside the door.

"Young Master, Young Master, take your young mistress and leave quickly." Lao Zhang stretched out his hand to wipe the sweat from his forehead as he spoke, looking anxious and tired at the same time.

"what's wrong?"

"What's the matter?" Detective An and Ling Jiajia asked at the same time.They looked at each other and were about to say something.There was a noise outside.

"Master An, come out for me, come out quickly."

Ling Jiajia frowned when he heard that voice, Zhang Meimei?Why does she know here?Did they know about this villa?

"Old Zhang, step back first." Detective An stepped forward, took Ling Jiajia's hand, and brought her behind him.

Sure enough, Zhang Meimei appeared in seconds.He looked at Lingaga with a fierce look on his face.

"What's the matter?" Detective An asked softly, there was a trace of coldness missing from his originally cold tone.

"Mr. Detective, don't you want this woman to destroy our home, so the hatred in your heart won't melt away?" The muscles on Zhang Meimei's wrinkled face were trembling, and she was wearing gorgeous fabrics, and she moved with her movements. It kept swinging.

Standing behind Detective An, Ling Jiajia felt the tenderness from her fingertips and the increasing strength of the hand holding her, and opened her mouth to refute.However, Detective An seemed to know that she wanted to refute, so he turned around and stared at her.

She curled her lips, and retreated behind Detective An again, standing with a little bird clinging to her.

"Do you know what the outside world has told us to be?" Zhang Meimei took two steps forward, walked to the sofa, and sat on it with her buttocks, holding the high-end crutch with both hands. He kicked hard on the ground a few times.It seems to want to use this to establish majesty.

"Grandma is referring to the news in today's newspaper?" An Zhenshao said this as if saying that the weather is really good today.

this morning?Ling Jia added black face, did something happen this morning that she didn't know about?It seems that this morning except that she had such a dream.

"Does that matter have something to do with grandma?" Detective An pulled Ling Jiajia aside and sat on the leather sofa.Those eyes that were originally without any waves were staring at Zhang Meimei motionlessly.

Seeing this scene, Ling Jiajia knew that she couldn't get a word in, so she could only sit obediently aside.