She responded, but didn't understand what Qin Muyuan meant.
Joy quickly returned to her face. She still maintained the same posture as before, but held the dolphin pendant in her hand in front of the two of them: "Uncle, which one do you want?"
The two dolphins, one on the left and one on the right, together form a heart-shaped pattern, shining brightly under the brilliant lights.
"I don't need it." Of course he wouldn't want such a childish gadget, not to mention...it's still heart-shaped!
"Come on, come on, I'll hang it up for you!" Tong Yao insisted, reaching directly into his suit pocket with his little hands, taking out the car key inside, and immediately hung up the dolphin.
Just by reaching out like this, her little body got closer to him, and their faces were completely close to each other.
Qin Muyuan's body stiffened - for a normal man, with a soft body leaning against his back, and her nose filled with the scent of vanilla... what does this feel like?
Breathing can't help but become a little heavier
"Does it look good?" She didn't know, she rubbed him expectantly, not knowing how dangerous her action was at this moment.
"Yes," he responded, took a sip of water, and then raised his hand to push her arms away, "Aren't you going to continue eating?"
She should really thank him for having such good self-control, otherwise even ten Tong Yao wouldn't be able to withstand the violent plunder he wants in his heart at this moment.
"I'm full." She came over with a smile, and as soon as she opened her mouth, there was another burst of sultry vanilla smell.
His body was tense, and somewhere he had lost his composure...
"Uncle, what's wrong with you?" she wondered, wiping the thin sweat from his forehead with her little hand.
"I'll buy you another glass of lemon juice!" He said in a low and depressed voice, "You must drink it before leaving."
He suddenly hates this damn vanilla smell.
in the car
She was sleeping soundly in the back seat, her petite body curled up under his loose suit.
Qin Muyuan adjusted the speed of the car and glanced in the rearview mirror from time to time. His eyes touched her sweet sleeping face, and his heart felt soft, and he suddenly had a bold idea: She was just the nominal child bride of the Qin family, and they were not related by blood.
Without real seniority, is it possible to...
"Well..." She murmured in her sleep, smacked her mouth twice, and hugged the suit in her hands tightly.
His thoughts were interrupted. He turned around and took a look. He thought of her simple appearance and couldn't help but laugh at himself: What are you thinking about? She is just an immature child...
However, there are often many things that cannot be transferred by human thoughts. As long as an idea arises, it is a spark that can start a prairie fire...