Chapter 973

The Nalanjie villa area, which was personally ordered to be built by the old prince Nalan, can be seen at a glance by anyone who is a discerning person. From the geographical location to the villa layout, it is very particular. It covers an area of ​​150 acres of land, not much or less. The nineteen villas, the shape of the scattered flowers of the goddess, set off the central main villa with an extremely sacred one. It is no exaggeration to say that even a minor child can walk here, even if he goes out, he can still walk in the northeast. The first half of Nalan Jingwei

The life conquered the entire three northeastern provinces. In the second half of his life, he never took a step forward and worked tirelessly to consolidate the underground royal power of the Nalan family in the three northeastern provinces. Most of his life spent his hard work. The current Nalan family is a semi-open organization in the three northeastern provinces. Even if there are individual forces that are not in love with the old prince, they only dare to complain in secret. When they meet, they still have to hold on with a smile, be careful and dare not complain at all. It is enough to show the absolute prestige of Nalan Jingwei here.

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The main villa is majestic. From the living room to the bedroom, even the bathroom and stair carvings, you can fully feel the domineering nature of this Northeastern king. It is not the gentleness and nobility of piled up with a lot of antique luxury goods. Every detail reflects almost vast domineering and roughness. Compared with the delicate and warmth of the Chen family's Zhongshan Meilu, it is completely different styles. Under the leadership of Nalan Jingwei, Chen Ping entered the villa and his eyes were instantly hung on the wall.

A huge ink painting attracted the momentum, and even the inscriptions had a sense of pleasure of flowing clouds and flowing water. It is said that in addition to being fierce and not like human force, Nalan Jingwei was also a master of Chinese studies and was particularly fond of calligraphy and painting. Now, regardless of the underworld or white paths, the three northeastern provinces are proud to collect a hand-written calligraphy and painting by the old prince. Chen Ping looked at the grand landscape without any seals of famous masters on the scroll, and understood a little in his heart, and the appreciation in his eyes became stronger.

The old prince is indeed heroic. In addition to bringing the Nalan family and the Chen family together, it also proves that Chen Ping has become his own family of the Nalan family. Nalan Jingwei has always been well-known for his own people. With a wave of his hand, he asked the servant to take down the painting and hand it to Chen Ping, and said with a smile that he gave it to you. What else do you like? Take it away together. Yaojin. There are many antique vases in my study, and some calligraphy and paintings are also bigger than the ones in your hand. You can go and take it back together. You can't let you go back and tell Chen Fusheng that Nalan Jingwei is stingy.

Mr. Chen was ashamed, with a humble junior smile on his face, but his movements were not slow at all. He rolled up the scroll and accepted it with a smile, and said calmly: "Grandpa Nalan is polite. Your lifelong collection of things that can catch your eyes must be rare. A gentleman does not win over what he loves. Well, that, where is your study?"

Nalan Jingwei: “….”

Nalan Qingying: “…….”

After all, the water my married daughter pulled out, and her elbows didn't make any sense to turn in. Nalan Qingcheng held Chen Ping's arm and tried hard to hold back her smile. Her little face turned red. She tried to calm herself down for a moment before she gave Chen Ping a fierce look and muttered: "I'm here to let you move. Let's take a break first. I'll take you there if I have time. Grandpa's collection of good things, do I know a few good things that are priceless, Xing Zhen Jiutian's latest free chapters."

Such a good wife is so well-behaved. Mr. Chen feels very happy. He subconsciously raises his palm and plans to pat the other person's buttocks to show rewards. He raises his hand and finds that Nalan Jingwei is staring at him. He immediately reacts and smiles with a wry face: "Grandpa Nalan is so polite. Later, Qingcheng and I will visit your study. {Free Novel}"

Nalan Jingwei's facial muscles twitched, turned his head, and was a little amused and crying. He waved his hand and said in a silence that he was hungry. He asked the kitchen to make something to eat, and then he had a rest.

Nalan Qingcheng, who had no sense of being a traitor, responded sweetly, pulled Chen Ping and rushed into his room. It was not ordinary familiarity. Nalan Jingwei saw it, and then turned his mouth aside, but didn't make a sound. Otherwise, what else could it be? The stopping of righteous words is simply a joke. Young people nowadays usually go to bed at dawn and get out of bed when they go out. They pay homage to your style of doing things. The two children have been together for nearly five years and have not stopped them. It's too late to come out to act. (. "Free novel")

He sat on the sofa, picked up the purple clay teapot on the tea table, and poured himself a cup of tea. For some reason, he looked up at his eldest granddaughter, but found that Nalan Qingying was looking at the back of his sister and brother-in-law going upstairs, dazed intently, his eyes filled with strange spirits. The old prince, who had maintained a domineering attitude of domineering the world all his life, shook his hands, scolded Chen Ping fiercely, and coughed heavily.

Nalan Qingying suddenly came back to her senses, her pretty face turned red in an instant, and she looked at her grandfather with guilt. Without any hesitation, she quickly said, "I'll go upstairs to rest, and then her figure disappeared quickly. Nalan Jingwei sat on the sofa, intending to drink tea, and stopped stiffly in the air. After a while, she sighed and said, "I'm old and can't keep up with the times."

Nalan Qingcheng's boudoir is very clean, and it can be seen that the old man loves his two granddaughters from the bottom of his heart. Even if he is not at home, he will ask the servants to clean it regularly. The whole room is in a very fresh and warm tone, with light yellow walls, clean and tidy bedding, and bedding with cartoon bear patterns. He looks a little thoughtful. Chen Ping followed Nalan Qingcheng in and looked at the arrangement of the room, feeling a little moved. He couldn't help but think about his first meeting with her, the small restaurant in Shanghai, the woman who looked extremely cold and proud, and the scenery in front of him was completely

There are two extremes, cold on the outside and hot on the inside. In Chen Ping's heart, this is the best evaluation of Nalan Qingcheng. It is hot and enthusiastic. He smiled and sat on the soft and comfortable big bed in the room. He looked at Nalan Qingcheng who was still in large quantities in her room and said with a smile: "Come on, kiss first. Such a soft big bed and such a warm and cute room are simply prepared for both of us. I just don't know how the sound insulation effect of the wall is. If this is also satisfactory, it is really a good place for the boss and the eldest lady."

Without outsiders present, the Fudan school beauty also began to become unrestrained. She sat on Chen Ping's lap, hugged his neck, and kissed him hard. She was still the iconic fox smile and said with a smile: "Official, my country's territory can naturally make you satisfied in all aspects. Why, don't you feel at ease? Then you struggle, call for help, and even no one will pay attention to you."

"what are you up to?"

Mr. Chen looked frightened.

Nalan Qingcheng's eyes were as charming as silk, his delicate lips kept touching Chen Ping's face, and his voice hoarsely said: "Help my sister take off her clothes, I will tell you."

**Naked seduction.

Chen Ping smirked, "Damn it, just put on sheepskin, the girl really thinks he has changed to eat grass?"

He suddenly picked up the girl in his arms, and at her home and on her bed, he pulled her clothes open with some rude and excitement. He laughed and said, "You are struggling, crying for help, even if you scream, no one will pay attention to you."

Nalan Qingcheng was pressed under Chen Ping, and without saying a word, he started shouting: "Breaking the throat, breaking the throat."

Chen Ping felt so sad that when the woman arrived at her home, she even had such a strong style of conduct. She didn't fight for three days and went to the room to remove the tiles. This was so great that she bowed her head and kissed her.

Nalan Qingcheng whined, then hugged Chen Ping's neck and responded enthusiastically.

After a long time, the lips parted.

The two of them were gasping for breath. Chen Ping still did not let go of the courage behind him who thought that he could provoke the big bad wolf by hiding in the flock. He stretched out his hand and stroked the smooth skin on her face wantonly, suppressing her **, and gasped, "Do you want it?"

Nalan Qingcheng's eyes were almost dripping with water, and he said sweetly: "You want it."

Chen Ping was unreasonable and laughed and said, "What do you want?"

Nalan Qingcheng gave him a blank look and blurted out without hesitation: "That's it."

The authentic Northeast accent is in the authentic Northeast accent, fresh, with a hint of deliberate nasal sound, charming and tempting, Chen Ping's last trace of reason also began to burn.

The clothes on the two of them were decreasing, including coats, sweaters, trousers, thermal underwear, fewer, less, the better. Finally, when Chen Ping was about to take off Nalan Qingcheng's black lace underwear with red eyes, Nalan Qingcheng opened a closed eyes, grabbed Chen Ping's hand that had hooked his underwear, and gently panted. His eyes were full of charm and could not be charming. He asked softly: "I heard that when you and Ye Zhixin were doing it, they often asked her to wear a bellyband instead of taking off her nakedness, right?"

Chen Ping was stunned for a moment, and then suddenly realized that the content of women's communication was indeed diverse, sometimes more heroic than men. The girls who have seen and participated in the love action movies of him and Ye Zhixin seemed to have only one Tang Aozhi so far. The way of spreading the news was self-evident. Chen Ping nodded and laughed awkwardly and said that it was called erotic. Do you understand erotic? Occasionally, imagine it is a very tempting thing in the summer of Sunflower.

Nalan Qingcheng's little hand was still holding Chen Ping's fingers, his eyes became more and more charming, and he said quietly, "What's wrong? I'm not tempting when I wear the last piece?"

This damn Northeast accent. Mr. Chen really loves it to death.

He suddenly left his hand holding the underwear, waved his big hand, and said heroically: "No need to take it off."

Nalan Qingcheng lay down with a giggle, intending to welcome her and Chen Ping in her first time in her room at home.

A knock on the door sounded inappropriately.

Chen Ping was stunned for a moment.

Nalan Qingcheng's smile also froze slightly, and he looked at each other.

Mr. Chen scolded me a little angrily.

Almost naked, Nalan Qingcheng was tangled with Chen Ping's neck and put on a set of moon-white silk underwear next to him. He kissed Chen Ping and said with a smile that he was bullying you for a while.

She jumped out of bed easily, stuffed Chen Ping into the quilt, walked over, and opened the door.

Outside the door was a very pure nanny with a meal tray. Seeing Nalan Qingcheng's outfit, she looked at Chen Ping, who was sitting on the head of the bed with a quilt covered with a quilt. Her little face turned red and she couldn't speak. She called the lady weakly and said softly that the master asked the kitchen to prepare the meal for you and asked me to bring it over.

Nalan Qingcheng took it generously and said with a smile that he would like to trouble you. Then he closed the door and placed a plate of food on the table next to him. He looked at Chen Ping, narrowed his eyes and said, "The lazy pig, the big pervert, you can't get up to eat, aren't you hungry?"

Chen Ping flattered and said, "How can you be hungry?" The beautiful wife can eat beautifully. The country is beautiful and beautiful. You are enough to eat. Food is a common thing and cannot be compared.

Nalan Qingcheng said with a sweet voice, stood in front of Chen Ping, drowsy in the silk shaping body, turned around and said with a charming look like silk: "If you don't fill your stomach, just eat me. Can you eat it? It's 1.72 meters."

Chen Ping said arrogantly that you are only 1.8 meters tall, and I can still swallow it in one bite.

Nalan Qingcheng gave him a blank look, pushed the plate over, and said angrily: "Eat first."

Chen Ping started to do it obediently and began to swallow it. Nalan Qingcheng had a small appetite and was slow to eat, very elegant. She put a small piece of cucumber into her rosy little mouth. She raised her head and looked at Chen Ping. She said in no way, "Grandpa said, the saber is my dowry dowry when I entered the Chen family. Humph, the saber that has been loyal to the Nalan family for decades, and I will give you it if I say I'll give you it. A dead bastard, a dead hooligan, a stinky husband, you're fine. I came here to receive the dowry without any betrothal gifts. I still want to bully me in my family. The full text of a cool girl who has no conscience is free to read."

She stretched out her white little hand and shook it at Chen Ping, saying with a grievance: "Hey, I have been with you for so long and I don't have a ring. Are you so poor?"

Chen Ping didn't understand why a woman who was still fine just now suddenly became sentimental. She was stunned for a moment before laughing and said, "Yeah, I actually reached out and planned to ask me for a betrothal gift. I'm not enough. What do I want? I'm going to say, I'm not short of money."

Nalan Qingcheng waved his little fist and said viciously that I want a ring, a wedding diamond ring, even if you can't get a marriage certificate, you have to put it on a decent banquet, otherwise wouldn't others really think I'm a mistress for you?

Mr. Chen felt guilty and clenched her fist and coaxed her: "Okay, eat first, then rest. After seeing me pass the throne at night, we will pick the ring tomorrow. How about it?"

Nalan Qingcheng immediately smiled and said with a smile that this was almost the same.

After dinner, Chen Ping habitually lit a cigarette, leaned on the bed, took his briefcase over, took out the information he had seen on the plane, glanced at Nalan Qingcheng, shook his head, and sighed helplessly: "Silly girl, you can trick you home with just one ring, it's easy to fool you. I guess the seven aunts and aunts in your family are not easy to deal with. If you don't have a decent betrothal gift, you can't get you away. These are the five five-star hotels, three large clubs, and three large luxury shopping malls that the Chen family plans to invest in in Northeast China. Look, this betrothal gift is awesome, right?"

Nalan Qingcheng opened his eyes wide, looked at the information that Chen Ping took out casually, and was silent for a long time before saying speechlessly: "Isn't this the business that Sister Tang asked you to discuss with my grandfather before? Did you give it as a betrothal gift?"

Chen Ping smiled and said, "That's not, how about it? You're generous enough? Are you moved? Come and let your husband kiss his mouth."

Nalan Qingcheng didn't pounce on him, staring at the pages of a4 paper in front of him, and murmured to himself: "Sister Tang will bite you to death if he knows."

Mr. Chen's body was shocked and said masculine: "I'm not afraid. Sister Tang is powerful, so I have to listen to the man's fault. Then I will glar at you and make sure she will obey me."

Nalan Qingcheng was not stupid after all. He seemed to suddenly understand something, and gave Chen Ping a fierce look and said with a smile, "You continue to pretend."

Chen Ping touched his nose without saying anything, but there was a gentleness deep in his eyes. From the moment Nalan Jingwei handed the sword to his hand, he understood the clear meaning of Tang Aozhi handing these a4 papers to him before leaving.

Where is a shit business?
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