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147. Chapter 147 If it is Xia Xia [147]

Mrs. Leng was stunned and looked at pit Haoxuan with a sigh. Her Hao Xuan didn't show such affectionate and burning.

That time, that time, it has become a distant memory.

Mrs. Leng sighed: "If this girl really makes my Hao Xuan feel happy, the grandma supports you unconditionally, let me get me to clean him!"

Leng Haoxuan hooked his lips, lowered his eyes, covering the emotions there.

The old lady Leng suddenly forgot the sad mood, and suddenly became a lively older child. She patted Leng Haoxuan's shoulder and opened excitedly: "If she really doesn't want to come to the Leng family, it doesn't matter, the grandma

Go to see her, that's it, you ask me to go shopping tomorrow, so decide like this! "

Looking at the grandmother's grandmother, Leng Haoxuan smiled helplessly. His grandma has always been the female man of Lotte.

What did you think of? Leng Haoxuan's true look looked at the old lady Leng said, "Grandma, one thing you must conservative secrets?"

The old Mrs. Leng is very elven, and naturally knows what Leng Haoxuan wants to say. If you must believe that I will raise my hand, make a shut -in, and make it mysteriously, and said, "Don't worry, she, she, she

I will definitely not mention the active mention of pregnancy, but if she is moved by me, I have nothing to do with me. "

During the talk, Mrs. Leng made a helpless move.

After speaking, the old lady Leng stood up, stretched her bones, and said, "Well, go back to accompany my grandson and my little golden and grandson."

After speaking, turning his head, a warning look reminded: "Remember to date tomorrow, don't forget to ask me for her ..."

Leng Haoxuan's first first.

The old lady Leng just hummed the song and walked upstairs.

He also hummed the tune and murmured excitedly: "Where should I go tomorrow?

Listening to the muttering of Mrs. Leng, Leng Haoxuan smiled slightly.

Immediately, a touch of loneliness suddenly appeared on the face.

If it was Xia Xia, did grandma like it too?

Mowing

Mowing

It was already three in the morning when Leng Haoxuan returned to the villa.

Take off your jacket, walk to the room, walk down to the bed subconsciously, sit down at the bed, and take the light moonlight outside the window, watch people lying on the big bed sleeping.

Originally a quiet heart, once again, it was dripping.

The house is very quiet.

Her breathing is very clear and stable, clear and smelling.

Leng Haoxuan listened to his familiar breath and was inexplicable.

His eyes gradually softened.

For a long time, he stretched out his hand and covered her quilt. She looked carefully at her Yanran as a sleeping face as Xia Xia.

It has been three years, and I have never seen this familiar sleeping.

Half a sound, Leng Haoxuan suddenly sighed, stood up, and walked to the terrace.

Standing there, his elegant eyes looked at the distance of the void, caught in endless contemplation.

Unconsciously overflowing a name in his mouth: "Xia Xia ..."

One stop is a night.

One night, the bottom of his feet was full of wreckage of the cigarette butt.

It wasn't until the sky was glowing that Leng Haoxuan straight straight and smelled the smell of smoke on his body.

Mowing

Mowing

Xia Zhenai was awakened by physiology, staggered from the bed, yawning lazily, rubbing her snoring eyes to the bathroom.

Just opened the door and walked in, and saw the scene in front of you--

Xia Zhen Ai was shocked, scared her subconsciously, slipped under her feet, accompanied by a call of "ah--", she rushed back ...


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