Lu Jingchi held her waist in one hand, throwing the smoke into the ashtray in the other hand, and pouring it with the water in the cup.

After sitting back, he held her waist with both hands and stared at her eyes.

"What's wrong?"

Jiang Lan held his neck, glanced at the skin on his face, and then shook his head and let go of him.

But the next second, she got up again, sitting on his leg, and talked about it: You seem to be old.

Lu Jingchi didn't speak, and didn't know what to say.

For the eleven -year -old Jiang Lan, the 29 -year -old Lu Jingchi is indeed a bit old.

If the early group of people who have children, the children are almost ten years old.

After a while, Lu Jingchi held her hand, stubborn her broken hair in her ear, and whispered: "Yeah, you are getting younger."

Jiang Lan didn't understand, she was ignorant in her eyes.

Lu Jingchi pulled the corner of his mouth, involving a bitter arc.

He hugged Jiang Lan and put her on the bed again, "Okay, it's time to sleep."

Jiang Lan shook his head: I couldn't sleep.

It didn't take long for her to open her eyes, how could she sleep.

"Then lie on the bed."

Lu Jingchi said, holding her up, putting her on the bed.

But Jiang Lan still holds his neck without letting go, she is getting more and more sticky.

But this is not a good thing.

Lu Jingchi groaned for a moment, and he followed the bed.

He leaned on the bedside, Jiang Lan pillow his head on his chest, holding his waist with both hands, and his legs on him. He hung on him like a kangaroo.

Lu Jingchi stroked her hair and looked at other places.

Jiang Lan stared at his open collar, exposed the clavicle, and then looked up to see his throat knot.

But he looked unhappy, and he didn't have a smile on his face.

Jiang Lan lowered his eyes, put his face on his chest, felt the ups and downs of his chest, and closed his eyes slowly.

The wind was blowing outside the window, with a bit of coolness, and occasionally hearing the sound of the waves.

Perhaps it is the reason for the decoration style of this room, which leads to the coldness in the house.

Also through the unspeakable Xiao Se.

Jiang Lan couldn't sleep on his mouth, but listening to the man's heartbeat, he fell asleep confused.

As long as she closed her eyes, she would dream.

Another long dream.

But she has no understanding of dreaming now.

When I opened my eyes again, it was the next day.

She was still in Lu Qichi's arms, holding him in both hands, and he held her, and he didn't even change his clothes.

Jiang Lan opened his eyes and stared at him for a while, couldn't help but reach out and touch his tall nose bridge.

But as soon as his fingers touched, the man opened his eyes.

The two eyes stared.

Jiang Lan blinked and smiled at him.

The smile was too dazzling, so that Lu Jingchi shook the god, and he looked at her for a long time.

And his seriousness made Jiang Lan's laughter gradually fade down.

She lowered her head, hooked his button with her fingers, and rubbed it with restlessness.

Lu Shichi closed his eyes and groaned for several minutes before he opened his eyes again, looking down at Jiang Lan in his arms.

He raised Jiang Lan's chin and asked her, "How old are you now?"

Jiang Lan stared at his deep eyes and looked at it for a while. It was strange. Didn't he even know how old she was?
Chapter completed!