The Young Ancestor of Li’s Family Is Fierce and Sweet

After that, Qin Yuchuan didn't ask Li Tinghe for the account, but occasionally asked her to borrow money.

After more than ten years, Bai Jingxuan found that Qin's appetite was growing. When she gives money, he shows affection, and if she doesn't give money, he takes a detached attitude.

It was only in the later life that I could see clearly that the surnamed Qin simply regarded her as a personal-shaped ATM.

Now I can't wait to slap the surnamed Qin to death.

Lying in the comfortable quilt, Bai Jingxuan looked at the dark night sky through the open window.

When Li Tinghe was not here, he actually missed him a little.

After deleting Qin Yuchuan's email, she wanted to leave a message to Li Tinghe on WeChat, only to find out that the two were not friends.

Enter Li Tinghe's mobile phone number to search, without filling in a word in the verification box, he sent a blank request.

Unexpectedly, Li Tinghe over there passed in seconds.

[Master Li, are you busy? 】She kind of reserved a line and sent it. After all, this is the first time I used WeChat to chat with my husband in my last life and this life.

Ling Mochi stuck behind him like a stone sculpture, slandering: Who is so ignorant and disturbing Master Li's work, isn't he courting death?

Unexpectedly, Li Tinghe replied without thinking, [Not busy. 】

Ling Mochi was surprised, who was the master who could increase the stern WeChat and get a reply from the imperial decree? It's a pity that the other person's avatar is a maple tree with fallen leaves.

No gender at all.

[Master Li, when are you coming back? 】There is another message over there.

Ling Mochi wanted to answer: Master Li said he worked overtime all night.

【Now. 】The corners of Li Tinghe's lips showed an arc that he could hardly notice, got up and left.

Ling Mochi shouted from behind, Master Li, I should have been granted amnesty, so I don't have to stand all night, right?

Li Tinghe's frosty eyes revealed the meaning of looking at an idiot, Too much talk.

Ling Mochi suddenly understood that the master who received the oracle was the stupid woman Bai Jingxuan, and she was the only one in Master Li's house.

Master Li, you agreed to work all night for Jiangshan Sheji, why did you go back and be harmed by the demon girl? Ling someone wanted to cry without tears.

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Ten minutes later, Bai Jingxuan stood on the terrace on the third floor of He Ting Yu Villa, and saw Li Ting He getting off the Rolls-Royce that drove into the courtyard, and his tall and cold figure entered the villa lobby.

It's cold at night, why are you still not sleeping? Li Tinghe came behind her, took off his suit jacket and draped it over Bai Jingxuan from behind.

Wrapped in his coat, in an instant, a warm and pleasant masculine breath escaped into his nostrils, isolating the coldness of the night. Bai Jingxuan tightened his clothes, turned around, looked up at his resolute and perfect silhouette, his eyes were like the most shining obsidian in the dark night, cold and arrogant, but very attractive.

Her heart trembled slightly, I can't fall asleep at once.

In my last life, I never said that I missed him in this life, and I was too embarrassed to say anything.

Li Tinghe's deep eyes also fell on her beautiful face, her skin was as white as a freshly peeled diamond, her beautiful eyes were full of hope, but she was charming but not glamorous.

Since seeing her more than ten years ago, she is his.

It can only be his!

Qi Rui's eyes were full of domineering possessiveness. He wrapped his arms around her thin shoulders and walked to the master bedroom, letting her lie down in the warm blanket.

Like last time, he just sat quietly beside the bed and didn't mean to sleep with her, Go to sleep.

From the angle she was lying, she could just see the cold and hard lines of his lower jaw, no matter from which angle he looked, he was full of bloody masculinity.