Nangong Ling handed Jiang Ziyue to Jiang Dongliang and watched an old man and a young child walk into the study, then he walked towards the kitchen.
In the kitchen, Jiang Xiyan skillfully put the vegetables into the wok and stir-fried them while humming an old song from the 1990s. It was a comfortable leisure moment that made people feel her joy and happiness.
Nangong Ling was attracted by Jiang Xiyan like this. Her frown and smile were so natural, and her fair little face also showed a bit of rosiness. The wayward girl in the past did pass with time.
Pour the fried vegetables into the plate, Jiang Xiyan lowered her head and smelled the natural aroma of the vegetables, smiled with satisfaction, turned around and wanted to put it on the dining table, but was startled by the sudden appearance of the person, and stepped back.
He couldn't hold the plate firmly in his hand either.
Nangong Ling moved forward quickly and quickly took over the plate that was about to be scattered. With his other hand, he pulled Jiang Xiyan into his arms. The expression on his face also appeared after seeing Jiang Xiyan's rosy little face.
He gave a rare smile: "The figure is still the same as before - not good, but the food is better than before."
Jiang Xiyan was a little overwhelmed by the ambiguous posture of the two. She stretched out her hand to push Nangong Ling away: "Why did you come to my house?"
Nangong Ling obeyed Jiang Xiyan's wishes and let her leave his arms naturally. He followed Jiang Xiyan and put the plate on the dining table: "My daughter came to see me, what? You're not welcome?"
Jiang Xiyan stood in front of the window, turned around and looked at Nangong Ling carefully. This man would surprise her anytime and anywhere: "Yueyue is my daughter and has nothing to do with you. Please don't disturb our lives again. This way
It will only trouble us more."
Pulling out the chair in front of him and sitting on it, Nangong Ling didn't think so. Sometimes he would put everything aside and chat with this woman for a while and feel comfortable: "Can you give birth without me?"
"You..." Jiang Xiyan tried hard to hold back her temper and not explode: "Okay, if you have the guts, you can leave as soon as possible after dinner. I don't dare to leave a big CEO at home. What if?
We cannot afford to cause any trouble."
After saying that, Jiang Xiyan walked directly to Jiang Dongliang's bedroom.
Nangong Ling stood up and looked at the furnishings of the room, and then stopped in front of a room. There was a row of small bells hanging on the door. He gently held it with his hand, making a crisp "ding bell, ding bell..." sound.
Curiously, I turned the doorknob and walked in. There was a beautiful pink princess double bed in the room, with two parent-child outfits, one large and one small, neatly arranged. On the table by the window was a picture of Jiang Xiyan and Jiang Ziyue when they were in the UK.
In the group photo, the smiles of the two of them are so charming.
Sitting on the edge of the bed, Nangong Ling put the photo frame in his hand and looked at it carefully. Suddenly, the Crystal Princess on the edge of the window sill caught his eye. He put the photo frame down and walked to the window sill. The workmanship was perfect, even the crystals were made of
Made of extremely high-quality materials, you can tell at a glance that it was made by the Ming family.
Looking at this little crystal princess, Nangong Ling remembered that Wen Weichen knelt down in front of Jiang Xiyan and pursued her five years ago.
With a cold snort, Nangong Ling put the Crystal Princess on the window sill under the bed. He is also a man, and he will also be jealous sometimes. As others said, when people are in love, their IQ is basically zero. This kind of childish approach
, it can indeed be seen that Nangong Ling cares about Jiang Xiyan.
Jiang Ziyue who was outside the door ran over and pushed the door open. She happily ran to Nangong Ling, threw herself into his arms, and whispered: "Daddy, it's time to eat. Mommy's cooking is delicious. Grandpa asked us
Going out to eat."
Nangong Ling picked up Jiang Ziyue and placed a kiss on her tender little face: "Okay, let's go out together, our little princess wants to eat."
On the rectangular dining table, Jiang Dongliang sat at the front, and Jiang Xiyan sat on his left. The tableware placed below was clearly Jiang Ziyue's, and opposite Jiang Xiyan was Nangong Ling's seat.
Nangong Ling placed Jiang Ziyue on Jiang Dongliang's right hand seat. After changing the positions of the bowls and chopsticks, he sat next to Jiang Xiyan.
Just when Jiang Xiyan wanted to stand up, Nangong Ling's hand underneath her body tightly held her hand, and even though she struggled, she could not escape.
Jiang Dongliang pretended not to see what was going on here, put some vegetables into Jiang Ziyue's bowl, and started eating.
Jiang Xiyan was too embarrassed to continue struggling, so she had to sit next to Nangong Ling.
During the meal, there was no words, everyone ate quietly, but occasionally Jiang Ziyue would ask some questions that the adults would not think of.
The sky outside turned dark, Jiang Xiyan put away the dining table and walked into the kitchen to start washing the dishes.
Nangong Ling also followed in, watching Jiang Xiyan's slender fingers caressing the tableware in the water, and stepped forward to stand behind her, hugging her slim waist.
Jiang Xiyan was frightened by Nangong Ling's boldness. Her father and daughter were still in the living room. She would be really embarrassed if they suddenly appeared. But now her hands were covered with detergent foam and she could only twist her body.
Come and reject Nangong Ling’s approach.
Nangong Ling was conquered by such a posture, and all the passion in his body was awakened. He hadn't had this feeling of wanting to explode for a long time. He always thought that he had lost such a function, but he didn't expect that this little girl was calling all the time.
He lowered his head and said in a hoarse voice into Jiang Xi's ear: "Stop moving. I don't care if I want you here. Let me hold you for a while."
Jiang Xiyan also felt the swelling somewhere in Nangong Ling's body. After hearing his words, she didn't dare to move any more. She could only let him hold her like this. She didn't dare to shout loudly for fear that her father would see what was happening here.
Embarrassed, the blush on his face became thicker and thicker.
When Nangong Ling came in, he closed the door connecting the kitchen and the living room. At this time, he felt the tenderness in his arms, Jiang Xiyan's body temperature and her unique body fragrance, and his hands began to move up unconsciously.
Walk.
Jiang Xiyan's breathing became heavier, the washing movements in her hands were no longer coherent, and even her voice began to make people dream: "Don't...Nangong Ling...don't be like this..."
Nangong Ling did not listen to Jiang Xiyan's words, and continued to scatter fire on her body. Listening to Jiang Xiyan's voice, which was as beautiful as the sound of nature, his lips kissed her earlobe: "Call me Ling, say you love me..."
Jiang Xiyan held the bowl in her hand tightly, and the water was still rinsing the clean bowl. She was attracted by this wonderful feeling, and her consciousness began to scatter in the kitchen space: "Ling...Ling
…”
Nangong Ling was not satisfied with what Jiang Xiyan said. His lips followed her ear to her neck. The answer he wanted was just the following three words: "Say you love me...Say you love me..."