Wen Weichen called Jiang Xiyan several times in the past few days, but was told that he could not get through. He only learned about Jiang Xiyan's kidnapping after receiving a call from Yang Bojun, and something in his heart couldn't help but beat a few times more.
Down.
Yang Bojun handed the letter in his hand to Wen Weichen. The relationship between Jiang Xiyan and them was the recent meeting, but the letter required Yang Bojun to participate in this cooking competition. The consequences were the same. First, he would have to deal with Nangong Ling.
Second, Jiang Xiyan will become a bet in this competition.
Wen Weichen looked at the content of the letter. The person who made such a request presumably already knew the entire schedule of the competition and the importance of Yang Bojun. Jiang Xiyan was a threat that he never expected. She was just an ordinary woman. Who would have thought of using this
Women come to threaten them.
Yang Bojun walked around the living room. He was not a cold-hearted person. He was prepared to participate in this competition, but he didn't expect anyone to come up with these tricks faster than him: "Wei Chen, this person can be Nangong
Is it fierce? Is their purpose just to make me appear? "
Wen Weichen shook his head and put the letter on the table. What he needed now was to calm down: "It shouldn't be Nangong Lie. He doesn't want you to compete, and you don't have much to do with Xiyan. Use Yanyan to come."
Threatening you, unless he is a fool."
Yang Bojun also nodded in agreement. If these are excluded, the matter will obviously fall on another person: "I will participate in this competition. If Nangong Lie has a monopoly in the chef world, the dishes in the future and the Chinese
Special meals will be wiped out by them, and I won't let this happen. Nangong Ling is too unsure this time."
Wen Weichen could also understand that Nangong Ling was a little anxious at this time. Thinking of Jiang Xiyan, his face showed a smile again. It turned out that someone already knew what he was thinking: "Master, you can participate in the competition, but you still need to bet
Yes, if you win this competition, Yanyan must be the winner."
After Yang Bojun glanced at Wen Weichen, a trace of worry flashed in his eyes: "You have to think clearly, Yanyan is a good girl, but a wealthy family is not suitable for her, and you can't convince your parents to accept her now."
Wen Weichen smiled, Yang Bojun's words were right, his parents would definitely not accept a commoner girl as Wen's eldest daughter-in-law: "I will try to convince her, Yanyan is a special girl, I had a relationship with her three years ago
We know her, but she doesn't remember her anymore. If I can see her here again this time, I won't choose to let go so easily."
Yang Boyun didn't say anything anymore. Wen Weichen had grown up and he already had his own way of thinking about problems. Regardless of whether Jiang Xiyan could really be with him, he would fully support all of Wen Weichen's decisions.
Soon Nangong Ling got the news of Yang Bojun's participation. The result of this matter was within his expectation, but the stakes of this game also made him a little shocked. It seems that Wen Weichen's feelings for Jiang Xiyan are not simple.
It's just that he couldn't figure out why the two of them warmed up so quickly in such a short period of time.
Nangong Ling looked up at the second floor in the living room. Jiang Xiyan was trying on the evening dress sent by Wang Jun. Nangong Ling would take a look at each piece she tried on at the stairway, but every piece of clothing that Nangong Ling looked at
Everything seemed to be perfectly tailor-made for her.
His eyes were fixed on a long white spun skirt that Jiang Xiyan tried on. The skirt was revealed in the image of a mermaid. The pleated lace at the tube top and the slim-fitting white pearls were inlaid in it, making it even more...
It highlights Jiang Xiyan's nobility and enchantment. The super layered fish scale design on the hem of the skirt reminds people of the beautiful princess in the deep sea at a glance.
After Nangong Ling gave Wang Jun a look, he stood up and walked to the fitting room on the second floor. Wang Jun held all the other clothes in his arms and walked downstairs.
Jiang Xiyan's slender figure was even more addictive under the clothes. She turned her head and was about to discuss other clothes with Wang Jun: "Sister Jun, the purple short skirt just now... is also... very good..." the voice slowly said
After swallowing it back in her throat, the sudden appearance of the person made her heart beat faster. Such naked clothes made her feel unsafe.
Nangong Ling stood a few centimeters away from Jiang Xiyan. Such a close distance made him feel comfortable. Looking at Jiang Xiyan who was a little uncomfortable, he deliberately moved closer.
Jiang Xiyan protected the white hair on her chest and stepped back step by step with her eyes wide open. However, there was nowhere to hide in the small laundry room. Because of her nervousness, she was stammering at this time: "General...President, I...
…I also want to… try on other clothes.”
Nangong Ling stopped pursuing, and Jiang Xiyan was already forced into the corner. The blush on her face made Nangong Ling breathe harder: "No need to try, this is it."
Jiang Xiyan felt the danger. The small space in the fitting room suffocated her. After the clothes on the hangers had just retreated, several pieces had been scattered on the ground: "Where's Sister Jun, I still want to discuss it with her."
Accessories." As he said that, he wanted to push Nangong Ling away and walk out.
Nangong Ling blocked Jiang Xiyan's waist and fixed it in his arm. The strong muscles penetrated the shirt and touched Jiang Xiyan's exposed skin. This heart-pounding feeling made Jiang Xiyan's little face even more...
Hong Ran put her arms around her chest to resist Nangong Ling's step closer.
Looking at Jiang Xiyan's delicate little face, Nangong Ling lowered her body again, and her lips on the side of her face were pressed against Jiang Xiyan's nose, and she slowly kissed her downwards. When she saw Jiang Xiyan's breathing became heavier and her eyes were blurry,
A smile appeared on Nangong Ling's face. This smile was not even noticed by himself. He liked Jiang Xiyan's feeling of being at a loss.
Nangong Ling peeled off the small hand that was holding up his chest, hugged Jiang Xiyan tightly in his arms, pressed her snow-white skin against his chest, and his heartbeat synchronized with it, and kissed the thin lips, in Jiang Xiyan's arms.
When Xiyan was lost, Nangong Ling's lips seemed to have magic power, making Jiang Xiyan in her arms tremble involuntarily.
He put his arms around Nangong Ling's neck, and his body was also under his attack. He couldn't help but retreat step by step, and fell into the pile of scattered clothes. Their bodies were entangled in these clothes.
Jiang Xiyan held back her moans, biting the corners of her lips, and grabbed Nangong Ling's shirt harder with her hands. Her body was on fire under his touch and she couldn't stop.
Nangong Ling's kiss went all the way down, with the most primitive heat, and somewhere in him was also shouting: "Don't hold back...call my name..."
Jiang Xiyan opened her hazy eyes, and the suppressed voice in her mouth finally came out at Nangong Ling's call: "Ah!..." When she heard her shy ejaculation, her little face turned red again.
, biting her thin lips: "Nangong...Ling..."
Nangong Ling stood up and was not satisfied with Jiang Xiyan's title. He touched her little face with his hand and asked her to look into his eyes: "Call me 'Ling'."
Jiang Xiyan was lost for a moment, but under Nangong Ling's attack, she couldn't help but call out those intimate words: "Ling...Ling..."
Nangong Ling held Jiang Xiyan in his arms with satisfaction. Wen Weichen, one day you will personally send Jiang Xiyan back to me.