Master Jiu, my wife is wearing countless vests!

After lunch, Long Qingcheng heard someone say that Long Chaoyang fainted in the toilet, was discovered by the staff, and was taken away by an ambulance.

And the reason for the fainting was ominous.

She didn't think too much about it, just threw her phone on the bed, and then rubbed her sore feet on the bed.

A few minutes later, there were a few knocks on the door, and the person who pushed in was Di Yuan Jue.

Long Qingcheng looked at the man holding a paper bag with clothes in one hand and safflower oil in the other. The smell, even without opening it, was as cool as the sky.

She was more concerned about what the big paper bag was.

"Master Jiu, what are you holding?"

Di Yuanjue held up the safflower oil in his hand and said in a hoarse voice, which looked particularly sexy in the empty house, "Safflower oil, didn't you see it?"

Long Qingcheng: "..." Her eyes were fixed on the paper bag. You said safflower oil, it was just intentional.

The messy hair hangs casually on the shoulders. The girl's black evening dress forms a sharp contrast with the white sheets of the hotel. Those white toes seemed to blend into the sheets.

The budding flower bone looks like a beautiful embryo, like a piece of white paper on which no one has ever left a trace. It makes people want to pinch it and leave their own traces.

The man's eyes were dark, his sexy throat rolled a little, and he threw the paper bag on the sofa beside him. He sat directly on the bed, his voice was indescribably hoarse, as if he had been crushed several times.

"Bring here the feet."

Because she didn't look at Di Yuanjue, she ignored the madness under the man's eyes.

She turned her head, as if saying no with her movements.

Di Yuanjue had no choice but to hum and smile, "These are the clothes you usually wear. I asked Yingxue to buy them. You can change into them in the afternoon."

Long Qingcheng turned his head with bright eyes, "Is it okay?"

"Of course." Di Yuanjue smiled fondly. How could he not know that the girl was very strict in her principles and would not give in at all? He once again pulled the girl's clothes and asked, "Get closer and I will give it to you." Apply safflower oil to avoid swelling at night.”

If she had known that the girl couldn't wear high heels, she wouldn't have bothered.

Long Qingcheng moved a little. His feet should not be swollen. There were other things to do at night.

While she was daydreaming, Di Yuanjue had already begun to look at the white toes, and some of them had red marks from the friction of high heels that had not yet been eliminated.

Pour safflower oil into the palm of your hand, rub it to warm it, and then slowly place it on the girl's soles.

There was warmth on the soles of the girl's feet, "Master Jiu..." She raised her head and wanted to speak but stopped abruptly. The two of them were very close because they needed to lower their heads to apply safflower oil. One lowered his head and the other raised his head. It happened that the girl's lips brushed against each other. After passing the man's cheek, the two of them paused.

After all, they were not together yet, so they had never even held hands, but the sudden ambiguity made the two of them stunned for a moment.

The ambiguity intertwined in the air suddenly radiated warmth.

Di Yuanjue clung to Long Qingcheng's ear, his voice was low and contained a smile, "Is something wrong?"

There was a ripple in my heart.

"Master Jiu, Miss Long, Mr. Long is looking for you."

When the ambiguity reached its peak, Ying Lei's voice sounded.

Long Qingcheng almost fell down and climbed out of bed, ran out wearing slippers, and left behind, "I'll open the door."

The girl's fragrance is still in the air, as well as the warm safflower oil on her hands. The safflower oil falling on the bed seems to be saying, it's really useless, I didn't take the good opportunity just now.

Mr. Long came here to ask if Long Chaoyang had met anyone else besides Long Qingcheng.

But Long Qingcheng had not met him since they separated. Who knew who he had met, so he naturally shook his head.

But when the old man faced Long Qingcheng, his expression was a little sad, as if he was looking at his son through her, "Do you know your identity?"

Did she already find out when Di Yuan Jue was able to blurt out that Long Qingyun's daughter was the daughter of Long Qingyun?

Although he was wearing slippers, he was still a little uncomfortable wearing an evening dress. Di Yuanjue walked out of the back room and said, "Qingcheng, you go change clothes first and then we can talk."

Mr. Long: "..." That's too much. An old man like me is still here. You want me to wait for the juniors?

Long Qingcheng listened to Di Yuanjue's words, nodded obediently, apologized, and left.

Mr. Long looked at the room where Di Yuan Jue came out. He actually came out of the same room as Long Qingcheng. His face suddenly turned gloomy.

"Di Yuanjue, she has not yet reached adulthood."

Because in the house, Di Yuanjue was only wearing a black satin shirt. The shirt was tucked into the suit pants, which outlined the curve of his waist. The straight long legs wrapped in the suit pants were wild and lustful.

He looked lazily at the old man in front of him, then raised his hand and casually lifted the tie with his slender fingertips, loosened it slightly, and said casually, "Old man, you are not qualified to take care of this matter now."

After all, they don’t even recognize you.

"In this case, the fact that I am her grandfather will never change." Mr. Long was once considered the overlord of the party, and he spoke with dignity. "She has a share in the Long family, so I don't believe that she won't accept me obediently." .”

Long Qingcheng opened the door and heard what the old man said.

With a cold look on her face and a bit of coldness at the corner of her mouth, she walked over casually, arrogant and uninhibited, and completely arrogant and sarcastic: "I respect you, you are still a human being, but if I don't respect you, you are nothing." Even if you are an old man, you will kick me out when I sit on the ground."

Hearing that his granddaughter was yelling at him like this, he blew his nose angrily and glared, "Long Qingcheng, I am your grandfather."

"Unfortunately, I don't know you. I want to recognize my granddaughter and go to the hospital to see her."

Di Yuanjue behind him had a faint smile on his brows, and his eyes never left her the moment she came out. After hearing Long Qingcheng's words, he walked over and put his arm around the girl's waist. With warning words, "If nothing happens, please leave. Don't rely on your old age here."

Without waiting for Mr. Long to speak, the man said directly: "Yingfeng, see you off."

Yingfeng pushed the door open and made a gesture of invitation, "Please, old man."

"Okay, okay, okay..." Mr. Long looked at the two people in front of him. He couldn't argue with Di Yuan Jue, so he stared directly at Long Qingcheng, as if to say, wait until you come back and see how I deal with you.

The room fell silent for a moment.

Long Qingcheng took a step to the side, but the man's hand did not move away. She glanced at it doubtfully, "Still not letting go?" The man reluctantly let go.

Some people didn't understand Mr. Long's intention of coming here, "Old man, what are you doing here?" Are you just looking for scolding?

"Long Chaoyang has been ingested drugs."