72 hours of marriage

"Hush! Smelly baby, didn't you go to write? Why are you sneaking around here!" Shu Xiaomo was startled, but regained his composure in the next second. Apart from the kid wanting to eat her tofu, there was also Who dares to eat it!

Broken stuff!

The baby clasped his hands in disapproval, "Say I'm pinching, what about you? What are you doing here? Sneaking around!" His tone was just like what Shu Xiaomo taught him just now.

Shu Xiaomo really wanted to give him a chestnut, but my dear son, who was willing to hit him, patted his head and dragged him to the corridor, "Hurry up and write, I'll check the situation!"

"No, I'm a man, I should inquire, you are at home!" The baby patted his small chest, looking masculine.

"Come on, little brat, how about we go together?" Shu Xiaomo thought for a while, and if he postponed the past, if he postponed the coming, there would be no good show to watch.

The baby held his head and thought for a while, then nodded immediately: "Yes! So, hurry up! Let's go to battle!"

Shu Xiaomo smiled, nodded, and the two set off.

Let's talk about the rooftop.

The air in the morning is very good, and the sun is very warm. Summer mornings are the most refreshing, but it is too hot at noon, but the evening is just a moment of youth.

In the garden on the roof, hundreds of flowers are blooming, the delicate branches and leaves, the petals, and the morning dew are swirling, and the wind is blowing, and there is another rippling water.

Two men who were so perfect that people could suffocate were leaning on the bench. Leng Jingheng's body exuded a kind of domineering, icy cold, as perfect as an ancient Greek statue.

But Ye Jilin is unruly, free and easy, like the incarnation of angels and demons in comics, both good and evil...

Leng Jingheng opened the brandy, poured the amber liquid into the brandy glass, pushed it in front of Ye Jilin, held the wine glass in his hand, leaned back, tilted the glass slightly, warmed the warm wine with his hand, and took a sip , The scorching wine rolled down his throat, igniting his whole body!

Every gesture is elegant and domineering.

Ye Jilin smiled unrestrainedly, shook the wine glass, took a sip of brandy, and gave a thumbs up: "This glass of XO brandy is really the best!"

Leng Jingheng raised his eyebrows and smiled, "How many bottles of this wine did my son throw away at you?"

"If he dares to smash Brandy, I'll smash him!" Ye Jilin felt very headache when he mentioned this little devil, the poor boy, he was crazy to the extreme!

"Mr. Ye, calm down, is a child worth it to you?" After finishing speaking, he turned his head and looked at the gate of Leng Yuan. Those reporters still didn't give up and squatted there. Not really do not go!

Ye Jilin raised his eyebrows and asked back: "Mr. Leng, I really doubt your ability to teach your son. I never expected to be taught like this by you!"

"In this case, then I should be even more suspicious of how Mr. Ye Tianyun, the Duke, taught his son to give you the title of a little devil!" Leng Jingheng was not angry, but calmly sipped the fine wine in his glass, A faint rebuttal.

Ye Jilin suffered a loss, and couldn't help but wanted to punch him. Both father and son hated him so much. He seemed to have seen through Ye Jilin's thoughts, and smiled charmingly: "A businessman needs a good temper, and You have to be patient enough to spend it with the other party, if you are too impatient, then you know the consequences!"

Ye Jilin really never thought that this man would talk such nonsense when he was asked to come up, he patted the coffee table displeased, took the wine glass and threw it at the flower basket hanging on the flower shed.