Chapter 1482

"Hehe..." Jing Ming smiled, put down his phone, and held up his little face, "Little guy, do you have to help your father?"

Murong Jue's eyelashes trembled slightly, tears welled up in his eyes, he looked at Jing Ming without answering.

Jing Ming felt that there was something strange about him today, so he couldn't help asking strangely: "Have you been abused?"

He knew that after every pair of parents divorced, most of the injured were children.

"No." Murong Jue closed his eyes and pushed his hand away, "The elevator door has opened."

He went in first.

Jing Ming smiled helplessly, put one hand lazily into his trouser pocket after entering, and cleared his throat, "Murong Jue, does your father know that you are here?"

"I know." He drew down the curtain to hide the melancholy in his eyes.

"Strange, why is Murong Sheng still not giving up?"

"Because Aunt Jingqiu is beautiful and kind."

"I know this, but Aunt Jing Qiu has already given birth to a daughter for me."

Murong Jue slowly raised his head, "But you are an irresponsible man."

Jing Ming's eyes widened, and he stared at him sternly...

"I heard from my father that you have been abroad for many years, and sister Tongtong only met you this year. You left Aunt Jingqiu and sister Tongtong behind... oh!"

Jing Ming covered his small mouth, and his eyes froze.

"Little guy, you know too much, but you don't understand the minds of adults. I didn't know that Aunt Jing Qiu was pregnant with my child... So, don't talk about feelings and debate right and wrong among adults, understand? "

"..." Murong Jue's eyes flashed.

Ding! The elevator doors opened.

Jing Ming covered his mouth and came out, and said again: "If you want to come between me and Aunt Jing Qiu, I won't let you come here again, and I will let Sister Tongtong..."

"Father, what are you doing?" Before finishing speaking, Lin Tongtong appeared.

She pulled away her father's hand, hugged Murong Jue into her arms, and gave her father a resentful look.

"You're too stingy. My mother said that Xiao Jue can come in and out of this house at will, and wants me to treat him like my own brother. How can you not let him come?"

Seeing his daughter loving Murong Jue so much, Jing Ming couldn't understand, "Tongtong, do you like him?"

"Yes."

"Tongtong, he is only seven years old."

"Dad, where are you thinking?" Lin Tongtong blushed, pulled Murong Jue into the door.

"Sister, how did you know I'm here?" Murong Jue asked strangely.

Lin Tongtong smiled faintly, "My dad didn't finish talking with me, and when I heard him call you Murong Jue, I guessed you were here."

"Then do you hate me?"

"If I hate you, will I still talk to you?" Lin Tongtong winked at him.

Murong Jue looked at her beautiful smile, and his sad heart suddenly felt much better.

Jing Ming came in and divided the supper into three small bowls, soaked two more cups of milk, put them on the dining table and called them back: "Tongtong, you bring that annoying little guy to eat crab roe wontons."

Lin Tongtong chuckled, "My father didn't know that we had an agreement, he thought you would disturb him to chase my mother."

Murong Jue raised the corners of his lips slightly, this half-smile expression made Lin Tongtong catch the bitterness hidden in him.

"Young Lord, are you here because your mother beat you again?" She looked at his face carefully, and reached out to stroke his hair again.

Murong Jue lowered his head, "No, I like this place and being with you."

"Cough!" Behind him, Jing Ming suddenly coughed.

Murong Jue hurriedly stood up, "Sister, hurry up and have supper."

"it is good."

...

Jing Qiu learned that Murong Jue had arrived at his home again, so he put down his work and returned home early.

As soon as he arrived at the door, he received a call from Murong Sheng, asking her if she saw Murong Jue.

"At my house." Jing Qiu replied.

Murong Sheng was visibly relieved, "That's good, if Xiao Jue insists on staying at your house, I'll have to work hard on you again."

Jing Qiu paused, "Why did he escape?"

"I have never liked staying with his mother. Gao Liying has nothing to do but invites a group of friends to drink tea and play mahjong. Tonight...we had a fight."

Jing Qiu pondered for a while, "I don't want to talk about the two of you, but there is one thing I want to say, don't let the child get hurt between you."

After saying that, the door opened from the inside, and Murong Jue stared at Jing Qiu with twinkling eyes.

Jing Qiu hung up the phone and smiled at him, "You are welcome."

Murong Jue's eyes turned red, he bent down towards her, stood up again, a big warm palm was placed on top of his head, and the floor touched his head lightly...

"Okay, you can go to sleep in the study, the temperature of the air conditioner has been adjusted for you." Jing Ming smiled.

"Thank you uncle." Murong Jue obediently went to the study.

Jing Qiu stepped into the room, and Jing Ming bent down to put her slippers away, then reached for her bag, and said affectionately, "The supper is ready, should we eat first or take a bath first?"

"Don't eat." Jing Qiu said flatly.

"Crab roe wonton, both Tongtong and Xiaojue said it was delicious."

"Don't eat."

"There are many."

"Don't eat."

Jing Ming grabbed her with his long arm and hugged her into his arms, his dark eyes stared at her charmingly, "Are you still angry with me?"

Jing Qiu's heart was pounding, and he glanced around in a panic, "Let go! The child is here."

"The children have all gone to sleep, and the rest of the time is ours."

Just after he finished speaking, a small head poked out from the door of the study, "Auntie, there is no blanket."

Uh...Jing Ming hastily let go of Jing Qiu and stroked his forehead.

"Auntie, get it." Jing Qiu walked away.

Jing Ming quickly walked into the study, "Boy, didn't I spread the blanket on the sofa?"

Murong Jue blinked innocently, "I thought you were making my mattress."

"..." Jing Ming was speechless.

Hearing Jing Qiu's footsteps approaching, he lowered his voice and warned: "Don't come out again! Otherwise, you won't be able to live here next time."

Murong Jue didn't respond, Jing Qiu pushed open the door and looked at Jing Ming strangely...

Murong Jue immediately walked to the door and took the blanket from Jing Qiu, smiled gratefully, "Auntie, Uncle, he came in and told me that he will sleep here tonight."

Jing Ming's eyelids flicked and his heart stopped.

Jing Qiu glanced at him lightly, "The sofa bed is just big enough for the two of you to sleep on."

She stretched out her hand to close the door, Jing Ming hastily stretched out his foot to block it, and smiled, "Sister, it's still early, I want to talk to you."

"I want to take a bath. I don't have time. Go to sleep." Jing Qiu pushed him away and closed the door.

Jing Ming turned his head and stared at Murong Jue, "Didn't you say you'd better not disturb me and Aunt Jing Qiu?"

Murong Jue lay down on the sofa and shook his head, "I didn't bother you, I just went in if you asked me to enter the study."

"But what you said before..."

"I'm afraid that Aunt Jingqiu will misunderstand you and come in to teach me."

"you?"

"Good night, uncle." He lay down calmly and closed his eyes.

Looking at his pretty face, Jing Ming slowly let go of his clenched fist...

He's just a brat, why bother with him, if he loses to him, he'll be too worthless.

He tugged at his collar and strode out of the study.

Hearing the sound of closing the door, Murong Jue opened his eyes, looked at the ceiling and muttered innocently: "I said you sleep here, but you don't have to sleep with me."

Jing Ming walked around the living room before taking out a small item that he had prepared earlier and putting it in his bag. Just as he was trying to figure out how to open Jing Qiu's room door, Lin Tongtong suddenly appeared in cartoon pajamas.

"Dad." She called softly.

Jing Ming was slightly surprised, "Are you up?"

Lin Tongtong dragged him to the balcony of her own room, pointed to the balcony next door, "Can you cross over here?"

Jing Ming looked down, his heart trembled, but...

"Little case." He smiled and made an OK gesture, and raised his eyebrows confidently at his daughter.

Seeing his father's long legs stepping up the fence, Lin Tongtong's heart skipped a beat, "Dad, be careful."

"fine."

It's really nothing for a man who has been working outside for many years and has been through bullets and bullets. However, he has been doing business for the past few years, and he really has never done this wall-climbing job.

But thinking that the woman he loves can be hugged with just one step, Jing Ming took a deep breath, climbed onto the wall and crossed the space more than one meter wide...

It took Jing Qiu more than half an hour to take a bath, and when she got up, she dried her body and wrapped it in a towel.

Barefoot, she stood in front of the mirror, applied moisturizer, dried her hair...

At this time, she was refreshing and beautiful, her eyes were like black grapes soaked in water for a long time, her skin was as white as collagen, and her delicate skin was slightly pink, she was as beautiful as a little woman in her twenties.

After all, she is well maintained and has never breastfed her daughter. Since then, she has never given birth. Her figure is still well-proportioned and slender. Even when she looks at herself, she sometimes stares in a daze in the mirror for a while.

Such a perfect figure, such smooth and fair skin... Do you really want to be alone for a lifetime, watching it slowly wrinkle, slowly turn yellow and shrink?

Thinking of getting old one day, Jing Qiu felt a little sad.

She came out, came to the bed and turned on the lamp, and slowly untied the bath towel on her body...

A certain brother who was hiding on the balcony saw her smooth back through the crack of the glass door, and a rush of blood rushed to his forehead.

He hurriedly turned his face away, and silently said "see no evil" in his heart, but his finger accidentally pressed the remote control switch...

Beep! There was a rattling sound under the bed.

Jing Qiu, who had just picked up his pajamas, turned pale, and hurriedly wrapped the bath towel around his body again.

How could there be a mouse in my room?

Although she was puzzled, Jing Qiu bent down and lifted the hanging bed cover. Seeing that the inside was clean, she turned her head in doubt, and suddenly saw a small gray thing at the foot of the sofa...

"Ah!" She screamed and got on the bed.

Since she was a child, the little animals she feared most were mice. When she saw a mouse, all her elegance and restraint disappeared.

Beep... Hearing her scream, the mouse not only didn't run away, but turned around and ran towards her bed.

Jing Qiu grabbed the pillow reflexively and threw it at it.

Missing, she was afraid that the mouse would get under the bed, so she jumped out of bed in fright: "Jing Ming!"

"Sister!" The response was really fast, and the direction of the voice was wrong.

Jing Qiu was startled, and turned around quickly...

At this moment, the loose towel fell off.

And the man who rushed in from the balcony hugged her, breathing slightly, "Sister, don't be afraid."

Jing Qiu froze all over, the air was blank, and all his thoughts were frightened away.

Jing Ming looked down at her pale pretty face, slightly trembling moist lips, a wave of heat surged in his heart, he couldn't help it, he lowered his head, and kissed her passionately...

When his lips were burning hot on his own, and a fiery big palm was pressed against his clean back, Jing Qiu shuddered violently...

Pushing hard, she bent down to pick up the bath towel in a panic, and shouted, "Goddamn thing, get out of here, get out of here... Ah!"

The stooped figure was too beautiful and alluring, Jing Ming hugged her, his eyes sparkled with bright red light, and his hoarse voice was sexy and seductive.

"Sister, I won't go out, I... want to love you."

Boom!

He pressed her onto the bed, and the thick Simmons flicked, dazzled Jing Qiu's eyes.

In her hazy eyesight, she saw a white blouse drawing a parabola in the air, she trembled all over, raised her foot and kicked the man next to her off the bed...

Grabbing the quilt to wrap herself, she pointed at a certain brother on the ground angrily and shyly——

"You roast that mouse and eat it!"