Master Jiu, my wife is wearing countless vests!

There was just a moment of light, and then her world fell into darkness again!

Long Qingcheng stretched out her hand and waved her hand. What was in front of her eyes was black. The white light just now was like the paradise in her dream. It ignited her hope for a moment, and then shattered it again. She did not see it.

The frustrated Long Qingcheng suddenly lost the desire to get up and fell directly on the bed.

"Why didn't you get up?"

A familiar deep voice sounded. Di Yuan would never be at home at this time. She suddenly sat up in shock, a little dumbfounded.

She asked blankly: "Why are you still here?"

Di Yuanjue was holding breakfast. He didn't know how to answer Long Qingcheng's confused question. Isn't it good that he was at home?

He put breakfast on the table, walked around the bed, and came to Long Qingcheng's side. Even if she couldn't see it, Di Yuanjue's eyes were extremely gentle, so gentle that he could drown.

He asked, "Can't I be home?"

Long Qingcheng sensed the ambiguity in these words, waved his hand and explained: "No, no. Aren't you very busy these two days? I thought you had gone out long ago."

These days, Di Yuan Jue leaves early and comes home late. He spends very little time with her in a week, so she has doubts about this.

It's not because Di Yuan will never be unhappy with him, after all, he still has so many things to do. It's just that she doesn't want to be an idler, but she can't see, so she really can't do anything.

She lowered her head for a moment, and her lonely expression appeared directly in front of Di Yuanjue.

Di Yuanjue hugged the person into his arms, because he was only wearing thin home clothes at home, and he could even feel the strong and strong rise, with wide shoulders, narrow waist, and clear muscle lines. Long Qingcheng, who was not aware of it for a moment, also He fell over.

Both hands were stroking those sexy chest muscles.

She wanted to struggle but was hugged tightly by the person in front of her. Because of her blindness, the two of them had not done anything intimate for a long time. She could not see, but her other senses were stimulated and she could hear even the slightest sound clearly. Chu.

She thought a man was coming, but it was daytime, "Ah Jue, no... no, this is..."

Looking at the stumbling woman, how much of a beast is he? His own woman is so uncomfortable that he still wants to do it to him?

"Don't be afraid, I'm just giving you a hug." His voice sounded close to the woman's ear, as gentle as the wind.

Long Qingcheng was not struggling, but quietly leaned in the man's arms.

In the early morning, a ray of sunlight shone into her house. She specifically told Di Yuanjue to open the curtains when she woke up, so that the sun would shine in and she would know it was time to get up.

The gentle sunshine shines brightly on the two people, and their figures are reflected on the wall, which looks so warm and beautiful.

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In the man's arms, Long Qingcheng slept for more than an hour.

After waking up, wash up and have breakfast.

When we came down, it was almost 9:.

Di Yuanjue is now recovering every afternoon, so they plan to spend the morning buying things for marriage proposal, so she can be there at this time.

So he decided to take her out to see Anjia's horse farm.

There are many racecourses in Anjia, all concentrated on the mountainside in the outskirts. There are private racecourses and some open to the public. Di Yuanjue took Long Qingcheng to a private horse farm.

In the car, Long Qingcheng actually didn't want to come. It would be inconvenient for her to do anything because she was blind.

But when Di Yuanjue said, "Am I still sitting in a wheelchair?"

Long Qingcheng had nothing to say.

The racecourse, one is blind and the other is disabled, it is quite strange to go to the racecourse. Di Yuanjue was still so incapable of telling lies, and he didn't know what he was doing at home, so he couldn't let himself know.

She smiled helplessly, forget it, she could only pamper her man, otherwise what else could she do.

Long Qingcheng closed his eyes and opened them again. It was still dark. Was that moment during the day really a dream?

Di Yuanjue noticed something strange about the woman and wondered, "What's wrong?" Today she deliberately closed her eyes and tested her a few times. Was she still uneasy?

He continued: "Don't keep thinking about this. I have contacted a famous foreign ophthalmologist in the past two days. Although it is said that it is caused by taking medicine, we still have to take a look first."

Long Qingcheng didn't refute, just nodded.

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The horse farm in the back mountain cannot be described as big, it is almost very big.

The steward of the racecourse is named Zhu, and people call him Manager Zhu.

Manager Zhu learned that it was the eldest lady's own son who came to play, and that was the young master's house. How could he dare to neglect? He almost directly canceled the reservations for several wealthy children, and even personally sent people to the door to deliver apologetic gifts. Today he plans to go with The young master's family is at loggerheads.

He was waiting at the door at 8 o'clock in the morning, and it was not until 10 o'clock that the car slowly came.

He pursed his lips and wiped the sweat from his forehead. It was too late for this.

But I understand.

Ying Lei stopped the car at the door and rolled down the window, "Manager Zhu, Mrs. An has already called you. We will drive in directly."

He speaks straightforwardly and neatly, but more like a notice.

Manager Zhu's face was livid with embarrassment, but he didn't dare to say anything. He smiled and said, "Yes, yes, just drive it." But he was already very angry in his heart. You are not the eldest son of the An family. Why are you so awesome? , I haven’t even gotten out of the car yet, the scene is quite grand.

Just at this moment, a call came on his cell phone.

It's An Heng, the big boss of the group and also the big boss of the racecourse.

He hurriedly answered the phone and said flatteringly: "Boss, good afternoon. If you have any questions, just tell me. I, Xiao Zhu, will definitely do it for you."

An Heng didn't care about Manager Zhu's flattering appearance. For him, as long as he could do good things, he would be flattering. He was much better than someone who stabbed both sides.

His voice was cold: "My nephew went to play at the racecourse. Please watch carefully. He is in a wheelchair because of his bad legs, and he can't ride a horse. He can only look around."

Bad legs?

Manager Zhu looked a little shy. He just liked to flatter his superiors, but he really didn't want to do anything to benefit himself at the expense of others. When he heard this, he couldn't help but smacked his lips at what he had just said. How could it be so pompous? It was obvious that my legs were bad, so I didn’t want to get off the car.

He hurriedly agreed to Mr. An's matter, and then quickly ran inside and led out the gentlest little white horse. It must be the gentlest, and the young master's family must not be harmed at all! ! ! !

At this time, the other side.

Long Qingcheng and Di Yuanjue have arrived at the racecourse.

Because the venue was reserved, it was empty.

Not even a horse.

There was silence, and Long Qingcheng was confused: "What's wrong?"

Di Yuanjue: "..." I don't know how to describe this racecourse.