Chapter 182 Is it painful to cry?

Author: Shi Jingjing

Chapter 182 Is it painful to cry?

When Minhangzhou left, he detoured by the crocodile pond and specially photographed Wen Xiao and sent it to Lin Yan.

Lin Yan was washing his face in the bathroom, clicking on the picture, and scrubbing every scale of the dark green back. This thing was served by a special person, and the Min family spent money to raise it.

If you should say it, it is very cute when crocodile is obedient.

The clean and delicate Wen Xiao.

Lin Yan: "Will it bite me? I want to touch it next time."

Minhangzhou's hand touched the crocodile's head, and the patterns of the subtle cracks were not bad, and he typed: "It does not bully those who are weaker than it."

Lin Yan: "Oh, I'm weak, I have no power to tie a chicken"

Minhangzhou felt that she was becoming more and more pretentious.

Lin Yan: "Why is it called Wen Xiao?"

Minhangzhou: "Because you are stingy and stingy, you don't like to share food with others the most. If you don't give it delicious food, you will become bad. You will stay away from eating for three days."

Lin Yan: "Are you talking about me?"

She sent a bomb emoticon pack and a grievanced big yellow head.

So ugly.

Minhangzhou put his cell phone in his pocket, looked down at the palace floor tiles under his feet, and slowly held a cigarette on his tongue.

It was drizzling, and the bodyguard reached out and opened the black bone umbrella to wait for Minhangzhou to go down the steps.

Minhangzhou didn't say anything, the bodyguard took out a match from his pocket, and gently stroked it, and the flames rose.

He swallowed a mouthful of thick fog and walked in front, "Are you smoking?"

"No," the bodyguard whispered, "It was given by Miss Lin, and there are also those on the boss."

The bodyguard also said that Miss Lin had a lot of matches in her bag and she always liked to burn incense.

After walking a few steps, the old lady came out of the ancestral hall and put on her reading glasses, "Why are you here?"

Minhangzhou leaned against the wall, calm and calm, "There is no place to eat."

There was no chef on the manor, so he swept the floor and planted flowers in a while. The old lady didn't think he was eating without a place, "The hotel is not open?"

He was careless and didn't say serious, "I have been bleeding a lot recently."

The old lady turned her face silently, looked up and hid her face in the darkness, curled her lips. She heard that Xingzhou's private account had overspending in recent days. The Finance Bureau had come to see it specifically and asked if something big happened.

He took the cigarette and handed it to the bodyguard, shook the smell of cigarette on his body, walked towards the old man, and held it in, "Why are you not resting yet?"

The old lady finally smiled happily, "Speak up, what are you doing? I want the official seal?"

The bodyguard tactfully put away the coat and left. The classic long letter lamp in the corridor shone brightly, reflecting the shadows of the two people, getting longer and longer, and the backs were clear and deep.

How could he not coax people? "See you."

"Don't deal with me this way." The old lady was also happy. The Min family was so single. No matter how many things taught me, how could they be separated from blood and kinship?

"Do those women like your mouth to flirt with you? If you don't like to come back if you have a home?"

Minhangzhou was calm and composed, "Maybe I am handsome."

The four words did not bring any emotion, and the old lady smiled and showed slender wrinkles.

"Where is Xiaoyan."

He had no attitude, "I can't understand her."

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Lin Yan stayed up late to read the letter of intention, including the notes that Minhangzhou taught last time, a bowl of glutinous chestnut cheese at hand, dig a spoonful, and turn a page.

Lin Yanwo was at the end of the bed. Aunt Wu thought she could not get in after sleeping. This time she had enough time to stay up all night. The table at the end of the bed was packed with desserts, sweet and sour fruits, and fruit salads.

Turning to the page with the most red lines of record, Lin Yan remembered that night, Min Hangzhou leaned behind her, held her hand, and taught her to remember it with strokes.

In fact, if you can understand the women around Minhangzhou, you can't escape him or forget him.

She could see through and tell the difference.

"Baby, I'm sorry, I was wrong" and "Hesen gives you" are different things.

Sweet words and favor are two different things.

It is the difference between immature and maturity of men.

Love or not, be steady and rational, and the man who has fought through the struggle for power no longer exists. It is up to you to talk clearly about everything. Whether you can think about it depends on yourself.

Without the mix of love, it is too much like making trouble.

But she has her own little thoughts, not unreasonable, trying to find out what trump card Minhangzhou is.

When I returned to the villa in Minhangzhou, I saw the lights in the bedroom, and Lin Yan rarely turned on the lights when he was sleeping.

He braked and picked up the phone in the passenger seat to make a phone call.

Lin Yan took it for 30 seconds.

"Isn't sleeping yet?"

She wiped the yogurt juice at the corner of her mouth: "Can't you tell me when you come back?"

Minhangzhou let out a soft hum from his throat, "I really can't tell."

Lin Yan got up and walked to the floor-to-ceiling window.

The moon was empty and there was no one around. Bentley stopped behind the fountain. The white sculptured angel flowed out of blue water, and the light and mist were cold.

The man leaned on the front of the car, his cell phone was on the hood behind him, and the light was on the phone. He threw away half of the cigarette he had not sucked and crushed the leather shoes.

The temperament he had never had before, was chaos, loneliness, turmoil, unruly, and extreme desire to split the void, making the lanterns and gold papers in the garden eclipse.

Lin Yan, “Have you eaten?”

He looked up.

The deep look was like an uncontrolled storm. Lin Yan turned his head and pulled up the curtains.

"I'm sleeping." She hung up the phone, threw her cell phone and crawled back to the bed.

Three minutes later.

The door lock sensor dripped, Lin Yan closed the computer and cleaned up the end of the table. It was too late.

So, he put down quietly, put his shoes in his cloakroom and found the man's bathrobe, put them in his hand and walked towards Minhangzhou.

He stood in front of her, motionless.

The enemy did not move, I moved. Lin Yan gently put down his bathrobe, reached out to unbutton Minhangzhou's clothes, and took the initiative, "It was only 1 o'clock, and the president came quite early."

He seemed to have not heard what she said, "Go abroad tomorrow."

Lin Yan's hand was stagnant, remembering that Minhangzhou mentioned that she had thought about understanding the oil stocks, and when she thought she had a lot of things to do.

She lowered her eyes and walked down to unbutton Minhangzhou, "Are you going to the central region?"

Minhangzhou, looked at her and reached out to wipe off the black hair that stuck to her chest. She sweated a lot during pregnancy, or she had eaten it all night.

Under the drowsy yellow woven lamp, she was wearing a flesh-pink silk pajama, which was as slippery as a cicada's wings. The space inside was not as space as it was wrapped around her waist.

A striking red color near her clavicle, her skin was white and tender, and the plump milky fragrance exuded, which made the icing on the cake red and beautiful.

He asked, "Mosquito bites?"

Lin Yan lifted it away and rubbed it for a while, "Knock the faucet while taking a shower."

Minhangzhou's mind could form her reckless and wet look, "Are you washing yourself?"

"I've been fighting wits and courage with the president recently, and I've been exhausted."

"I called the nurse to come to the house." She looked serious, "Isn't it just about making money? Isn't it just about spending money? Is it keeping the table foot?"

She always loves to be delicate, as subtle as she wants to her toes, and every part is nourished with money, and her bones are crispy.

Minhangzhou's expression was obscure, and he understood all her little emotions, "Does it hurt to cry?"

Those eyes of hazy water vapor stayed up late and were a little red.

Lin Yan moved his eyelids, "That's not, I'm pretending to be strong."
Chapter completed!