Chapter 669

Mu Ting's words capture Ji Qianchen's weakness.

Yes, she didn't give up at all.

And Ling Xiaohan, and Ling Yichen, a lovely son.

And Dad, brother

She didn't want to lose everything so soon.

"When the dog is in a hurry, he will jump over the wall. When the man is in a hurry, he will commit suicide. I'm going back to bed. Don't disturb me. "

Ji Qianchen also wants to explore the surrounding areas, so he doesn't want Mu ting to follow him.

From the back door of the main villa, I entered the back mountain and walked about 100 meters. Ji Qianchen finally saw the bodyguard stationed there.

Almost every five meters, there will be a bodyguard there.

If she wants to run around the mountain, she will be found almost soon.

This evening.

Ji Qianchen investigated all around.

The bodyguards are all stationed in the hidden places. It seems that they don't have any, but in fact, they are all over the island.

This place seems to be separated from the land of Yuncheng.

At eight o'clock in the evening, a private helicopter will arrive at the beach to transport fresh fruits, vegetables and fish from the plane for the whole villa.

It seems that Mu Ting decided not to be familiar with the world, trapped her here and spent the rest of his life with him.

After a walk, Ji Qianchen was tired. After returning to the second floor, he took a bath and came out of the bathroom.

Ba Da -

she heard the door lock turning.

A Si pushes Mu ting into the room.

Ji Qianchen subconsciously grasped his bathrobe.

Living here, she must always be alert to her own safety.

"Ah Si, get out."

Mu Ting lets ah Si out.

Ji Qianchen is relieved.

For mu Ting, who can't even walk, it's impossible to get close to her and belittle her.

"You're so afraid of me?" Mu Ting is aware of Ji Qianchen's small action and immediately smiles.

Ji Qianchen opens the quilt and goes back to bed.

"I'm afraid of you. I'm just going to sleep. Suddenly a man enters my room. How much will he be alert and reflect?"

Ji Qianchen covers his quilt and leans his cover on the head of the bed.

"Then what are you doing with your hands so tight?"

"You mind me? What are you doing here? "

Ji Qianchen's tone is fierce, just like the little wild cat who was fierce to her.

He liked the way she pretended to be soft, but strong.

"I'll come and talk to you."

"I have nothing to talk to you about."

"You really don't want to know why I changed from yechen to mucing. How did I change my face and live until now?"

Mu Ting seems to want to tell her all about it.

These things have been in his mind for a long time.

He always wanted to find someone to talk to, but he had no choice but Ji Qianchen.

"Well, you say, I listen."

Ji Qianchen owes yechen a life. If he doesn't even give him the chance to listen to him, it will only make him more crazy.

"Let's start when we first met."

Mu Ting looks at Ji Qianchen and falls into his best memory of that year.

It's a private hospital.

Lying on the hospital bed, yechen is holding a book and looking at it quietly.

The sun slowly came in from the window and sprinkled on his handsome half face.

Knock knock knock -

the ward door is knocked.

"Come in."

Yechen lowered his head and shouted in without even raising his head.

Ji Qianchen, wearing a white dress, has long black straight hair on his shoulders and a tape measure in his hand.

This is the first time yechen has seen Ji Qianchen.

A pure woman like an angel in the world.

He put down the book in his hand and looked at Ji Qianchen. "Excuse me, are you?"

"Oh, I'm an intern of Jijia clothing. I heard that our family customized the hospital's hospital number clothes this time. I have received your complaint. I came here specially to check. Do you think there is any problem or discomfort with the clothes?"

Ji asked politely.

Yechen looked at Ji Qianchen and pointed to his sick suit. "The cloth is not made of cotton, and your label is on your neck. Besides, the pants are too short. Look at my feet."

Yechen climbed down from the hospital bed and showed Ji Qianchen his pants.

Originally, the longest pants, put on yechen's legs, became a cropped pants. It was winter, and the exposed ankles were frozen blue and purple.

Ji Qianchen chuckled.

"What are you laughing at?"

Yechen did not know why he looked at Ji Qianchen.

"I just think your legs are too long. The longest size we make is three plus. You need five plus."Ji Qianchen looks at yechen. He is really tall, standing in front of her like a huge mountain, although he looks thin and depressed.

But in front of her one meter six dwarf, there is no doubt a huge contempt.

"Oh? Is my leg wrong? "

Yechen sat back on the bed and covered himself.

The old hospital didn't even have heat. He was shivering with cold.

"No, I think I can customize a suit for you. It's lengthened and thickened to make sure you don't get cold in the hospital this winter." Ji Qianchen, in order not to let Ji's clothes get another report, also went out.

This order has just been delivered, and the money hasn't been recovered. If it can't be done well, this hospital will refund the order, and Jijia will do it for nothing.

"That's about it." Yechen is very satisfied with Ji Qianchen's proposal.

"Then you come down, I'll take your measurements, and I'll give you feedback on other suggestions you put forward and make improvements."

Ji Qianchen took the tape out.

"Good."

Yechen got out of bed again with a coat on and stood beside Ji Qianchen.

"I need to measure your shoulder width, hand length, upper body length, foot length, chest..."

"It's OK, you measure it."

Yechen's a pair, I can, you can measure the appearance at will.

Ji Qianchen looked at his height and said awkwardly, "you are too tall for me to measure."

Her head is only under his armpit. This awkward height is really

Today, I put on another pair of flat shoes.

"Dwarf, then you take off your shoes and stand on the bed."

Yechen offered.

"Don't call me a dwarf. You are so tall." Ji Qianchen left his mouth, took off his shoes and stood on the bed.

Ji Qianchen, standing on the hospital bed, easily measured his shoulder width.

"Shoulder 52, bust 105..."

The standard figure of international male model.

In fact, her husband, Ling Xiaohan, has such a good figure.

Ji Qianchen holds a tape measure, which is wrapped around yechen's chest.

Thoughts fly.

Yechen looked down at the little hand on his chest.

"Hello, do you designers like to eat human bean curd?"

"Ah?" Ji Qianchen returned to his senses and looked at yechen's hands.

An embarrassment spread in the air.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry."

"It doesn't matter." Yechen suddenly felt that this blushing little girl was particularly lovely.