Chapter 357

Chang Huan closed his eyes tightly and tried to respond to his aggressive and gentle kiss. His pores seemed to be opening all over his body. The feeling of crispness spread from the soles of his feet to his scalp.

It seems that Jiang shaoxun hasn't kissed her like this for a long time, and it seems that they haven't had such close communication for a long time.

Jiang shaoxun kisses very seriously. Changhuan can't resist his attack. She resists. Jiang shaoxun releases her.

Her face is too red to go on. Jiang shaoxun holds her cheek in his hands. Her cheek is very hot, like a high fever. He laughs and jokes: "if you put an egg on your face, will your body temperature steam the egg?"

Chang Huan waved his fist to Jiang shaoxun's chest. She held her face and complained: "I'm not very happy to make fun of me."

Seeing that Changhuan is about to get angry and angry, Jiang shaoxun quickly pulls Changhuan and caresses Changhuan's forehead. Then he answers Changhuan's words just now. He seriously says to Changhuan, "grandfather's legacy should be given to them. Naturally, I won't lose them, but I don't have to fight for it, because these are all my efforts."

"How can the kingdom that I worked for myself be ruined by these people? I'm waiting for you to give me some more to take over."

Hearing Jiang shaoxun's almost rogue words, Chang Huan reaches out her hand and pats Jiang shaoxun's hand. She blushes and curses: "I don't want to be born. It hurts so much."

"That's not your has the final say."

Chang Huan broke away from Jiang shaoxun's arms, took out his clothes from the wardrobe and went to the bathroom: "I won't tell you, I want to wash."

Jiang shaoxun is behind Chang Huan and laughs like a ruffian: "Huan Huan, take me with you and I'll wash it together, OK? We haven't had a mandarin duck bath for a long time. I miss you

With Jiang shaoxun's voice falling, there is the sound of Changhuan closing the bathroom door.

Looking at the closed bathroom door, Jiang shaoxun's smile on his lips gradually faded. When he went to the balcony, the cold moonlight sprinkled down, giving people a very desolate feeling. He lit the smoke in his hand, and the dark red flame seemed to be the light guiding people to the road in this dark night.

He frowned deeply, put the smoke in his hand into his thin lips, and then spit it out gently. The smoke gradually dissipated in the air.

When Jiang shaoxun smoked his second cigarette, Chang Huan came out from the bathroom to wipe her hair. When she took a bath, the water accidentally contaminated her wound and made her wound a little white.

Jiang shaoxun put out the smoke in his hand, and then walked toward Changhuan. He naturally took the towel from Changhuan's hand and wiped Changhuan's long wet hair carefully and gently.

Changhuan smelled the smell of cigarettes on his clothes, and she said, "fourth brother, you haven't told me that long-term thing, don't you tell me if I don't ask?"

At the end of the question, Chang Huan obviously felt that Jiang shaoxun wiped her hair. She was both curious and sad. What happened to them in those years that made the woman hate Jiang shaoxun so much.

"Huanhuan, that woman's name is ChuChu."

"Well." Chang Huan answered and asked Jiang shaoxun to go on.

"She's an orphan. She's a little girl in Miyazawa's family. She's smart since she was a child. When she was a child, she liked to be with her second brother."

Jiang shaoxun's voice was heavy, and she didn't seem to want to talk about these things. When Changhuan heard him praising another person, she felt a little stuffy. She couldn't explain this feeling clearly.

As Jiang shaoxun combed Changhuan's hair, he continued: "ChuChu likes to be with his second brother, which makes gongze very tasty. What he likes to do most every day is to pull ChuChu's braids and catch bugs to scare ChuChu."

According to Miyazawa's character, it is true that he will do such things. Changhuan can almost imagine the happy scene at that time.

"At that time, Gong Ze and ChuChu were irreconcilable. The second elder brother didn't help. He just watched them fight each other. But occasionally, when Gong Ze went too far, he would grab Gong Ze and hit him on the bottom."

"ChuChu is only two years younger than the second brother. On the 17th birthday of the second brother, ChuChu expressed his heart, only that day..."

Jiang shaoxun said here, suddenly stopped, but Changhuan's curiosity to hook out, she anxiously asked: "later?"

Jiang shaoxun looked at the clock. It was two o'clock in the night. He said, "I'll tell you tomorrow. It's so late now. You'd better have a rest first."

His words make Changhuan almost jump up. She turns her head and looks at Jiang shaoxun, and her eyes are full of deep complaints: "how can you do this? You are not a storyteller. What else do you want to know? Please listen to the next analysis. If you don't say it tonight, I will not be able to sleep."

Changhuan looks very angry. Jiang shaoxun frowns at Changhuan. If the next thing is said, it will make Changhuan more sleepless.

Chang Huan saw that Jiang shaoxun was still speechless in the same place as a erlengzi. She stamped her foot: "you're talking about it."

"Don't worry. I want to say it in a way that won't scare you."

"OK, I'll wait. I'll give you three seconds." Chang Huan stretched out his hand and was counting down, "three, two, one."

Changhuan just finished counting down, the voice of DIU DIU burst in.

"Daddy, I can't sleep alone. I want to sleep with you."

Jiang shaoxun and Chang Huan look out of the door together. DIU DIU is standing at the door, holding his pillow.

When he saw Changhuan, the pillow fell to the ground. He rubbed his eyes and looked at it again. It turned out that it was his mother. He was so happy that he couldn't even care about the pillow. The little foot stepped on the pillow and came to Changhuan.

"Mommy, you're back."

DIU DIU pounced on Changhuan. He was still complaining that daddy went to Mommy and didn't take him with him. It turned out that daddy went to pick up Mommy. DIU DIU added in his heart: Daddy, I don't hate you any more. I like you.

Changhuan looks at her son's head raised. She caresses Diao's cheek. Her whole heart seems to melt. She says to Diao: "honey, it's late. Go to sleep."

"OK, Mommy will sleep with me." DIU climbed into bed and patted his side.

Chang Huan took a look at Jiang shaoxun and motioned him to lie down too. He didn't finish this with her. How could it be so easy to let him go.

Jiang shaoxun helplessly looks at Chang Huan and then lies down next to him.

Dio Dio's lips have been rising, laughing very silly and sweet, and his little hands have been holding Changhuan's waist.

It wasn't long before Changhuan heard the sound of steady breathing coming from her arms. Didao was fast asleep. She looked down at Didao's little face and whispered: "baby, are you asleep?"

DIU DIU seems to hear it in his dream. His little mouth moves, but he doesn't respond to Changhuan. It seems that he is really asleep.

Changhuan slowly released her arms, and she slowly turned between Jiang shaoxun and diaodiao, hoping that without waking him up, she would continue to talk with Jiang shaoxun.

When Chang Huan turns around with difficulty, his steady breath comes from Jiang shaoxun. Chang Huan's mouth draws. She reaches out her hand and shakes in front of Jiang shaoxun's eyes. Then she pinches Jiang shaoxun's nose to make him unable to breathe.

But when Changhuan pinches Jiang shaoxun's nose, she finds that Jiang shaoxun still doesn't move, and even doesn't breathe. Changhuan quickly releases her hand from Jiang shaoxun's nose. In case he can't breathe, isn't it her fault.

"Well, are you really asleep?" Chang Huan pushed Jiang shaoxun.

Jiang shaoxun breathed evenly and seemed to be asleep.

Chang Huan saw that Jiang shaoxun didn't respond, so she could only use her mace. She approached Jiang shaoxun's ear and whispered, "fourth brother, can you tell me more about it? If I'm satisfied with it, can we make a baby tonight?"

Changhuan in order to know the next thing, have no skin no face to ask Jiang shaoxun, and even use the beauty, she thought Jiang shaoxun will be loose, but did not expect Jiang shaoxun or no response.

She became angry and raised her fist to smash Jiang shaoxun's arm. Then she turned around and held her back to Jiang shaoxun. It seemed that she was still a little angry. However, Chang Huan also pulled Jiang shaoxun's quilt to her side.

Jiang shaoxun knows that Changhuan is angry. What's more, the place where Changhuan's fist hit him just now is painful, and the whole person lying outside the quilt is cold.

Changhuan is too naughty to ask him to tell the next thing in this way. In fact, the later things were too dark. He was worried that after he said it, Changhuan would be too afraid to sleep, and even more worried about Changhuan's wishful thinking, so he chose to be silent and didn't say anything.

Even if he can't come to the room, he will find other excuses to put off.

Jiang shaoxun felt cold. He pretended to whisper in his dream: "Huanhuan, it's so cold."

Chang Huan heard his voice, and the subconscious make complaints about the quilt. But when he thought of what Jiang did not say, she wrapped the quilt tightly.

Jiang shaoxun has not yet answered, throw throw to take the voice of cry cavity to ring out in the bosom of long Huan: "don't."

The voice is pitiful and fragile. Changhuan comforts her son quickly: "darling, Mommy is not talking about you."

Between speaking, Jiang shaoxun gets into Changhuan's quilt. He puts his hand around Changhuan and spreads his arms and legs warmly. It seems that he hasn't held Changhuan like this for quite a long time. He hugs Changhuan contentedly and doesn't have Changhuan struggling in his arms. She is so good.

Chang Huan is sandwiched between the father and son, but she can't sleep at all, watching the balcony.

If Jiang shaoxun doesn't say anything, she will ask Zhang wanran tomorrow. Zhang wanran must know something.

Chang Huan thought about too many things in her mind, but she didn't know when she was asleep. After she was asleep, she didn't know that Jiang shaoxun's palm was on her forehead. The fever had subsided, and her temperature didn't change.

Jiang shaoxun breathed a sigh of relief, lifted up Changhuan's pajamas again, and saw that the blue and purple on her arm seemed to have gone down a lot. Looking at the current situation, Changhuan should be OK.

He kisses Changhuan's forehead, and then gets up and gets out of bed. Now there are so many things, and the rest time is luxurious for him. The relationship with Changhuan and Toulou is enough to give him strong motivation.

When Jiang shaoxun entered the study to do business, he suddenly received a phone call. It was a strange number. He didn't want to pick up the strange number when he saw it, but he still picked up the strange number.

Who will come to him after three in the morning.

"Hello."

The cold voice came from the mobile phone. It was song Mianmian who called Jiang shaoxun. When song Mianmian heard Jiang shaoxun's voice, her heart was beating uncontrollably for him.

This kind of feeling makes song Mianmian flustered, more is to Miss Jiang shaoxun.

But Jiang shaoxun waited for a while, but he didn't hear the voice from the phone. He frowned, hung up his mobile phone, and then threw it aside.

Song Mianmian didn't say a word, but she heard the sound of dududu coming from her mobile phone. She put down her mobile phone. Now she hates Jiang shaoxun's unfeeling to her, but every night, she always thinks of Jiang shaoxun's generous shoulder.

He is her first man. For her, Jiang shaoxun is her world and her whole life.

Even if the world abandoned her, she could not put the world down in her heart.

Song Mianmian grabs her mobile phone and just listens to Jiang shaoxun's words, which reminds her of her missing more. However, she carries a knife in her missing. How much she loves this man and how much she hates him now.

Song mianmianmian grabs his coat and walks down from the bed. When he opens the bedroom door, he sees Lu Xiangyuan coming back with injuries all over his face.

She looked at such Lu Xiangyuan and stepped back. She frowned: "who hurt you?"

My neck seems to be cut off by others during the day, but now I'm back full of injuries.

Lu Xiangyuan is standing at the door, his hand holding some stained clothes, and his eyes are keen to sweep song Mianmian. He doesn't quite understand. ChuChu still has song Mianmian to do.

It is reasonable to say that now Jiang shaoxun hates song Mianmian so much that he won't let him be a demon. What's the significance of song Mianmian's existence?

Being looked at by Lu Xiangyuan's eyes, song Mianmian steps back holding herself. She frowns and asks, "why do you look at me like this? I tell you, Lu Xiangyuan, even if we had a night, I can't be with you now."

Lu Xiangyuan sneered, who he wanted, he would not want song Mianmian. What's more, the person who slept with her that night was not him.