Kiss Goodnight, Mr.Ji

Jing Tong's mouth was covered and he couldn't speak. He could only stare at him with his eyes wide open. The woman's round eyes were covered with a layer of mist, which didn't have much deterrence, but appeared extremely soft.

Jiang Yu's throat was sliding, and his voice was hoarse: "If you nod your head, I will let go."

Jing Tong seemed to glared at him, pulling his hand down with force, and "cut" with disdain: "Jiang Yu, your face is getting thicker and thicker!"

Pretend to be pitiful.

And isn’t it the first time?

"No way." He groaned a little. "Facts have proved that the more I hold, the less hope I have. In front of you, I have long let go of my image and face problems."

Jing Tong was somewhat satisfied: "You are conscious."

"So..." His pupils enlarged slightly.

"I have a few questions to ask you." Jing Tong said, pushing him, "You first stay away from me, let me breathe some fresh air."

Jiang Yu raised her eyebrows and finally released her completely.

Jing Tong simply passed him and walked to the bookcase: "Jiang Yu, you said that you weren't very good at first, why did the painting style go wrong later? Does Grandpa Jiang really affect you so much?"

Jiang Yu walked in front of her and looked at the various hands in the cabinet, and he was momentarily stunned.

"The painting style is off-center?" He looked back and raised his eyebrows slightly. He seemed to find this statement very interesting. "Did you fall in love with me at first sight, isn't it because of my later painting style?"

Jing Tong choked.

"Who fell in love with you at first sight..." she muttered. "And I like your beauty, and at most add a figure, but not your character..."

Who likes to hit an iceberg! She is not guilty!

In the final analysis, she was still ignorant when she was young, accidentally bewitched, but she was stubborn and stubborn. It was only after she hit the south wall for several years that she awakened.

Jiang Yu glanced at her sideways, "Why don't you continue to salivate my beauty now?"

Jing Tong almost choked on his mouth.

......Is this man planning to carry the shameless to the end!

"It's just like watching it for a long time." Jing Tongyun waved his hand lightly, "Tired."

"Tired?" Jiang Yu seemed amused. "You haven't tasted it before, and you're tired of it? At least if you have tasted it, you can say that again."

Jing Tong: "..."

Her suffocated face flushed: "I am tired of seeing, and I am not interested in trying it!"

Realizing that this topic would continue to be very dangerous, she said firmly before the man retorted, "You are off topic! Answer my question first!"

Jiang Yu glanced at her flushed face.

The man’s throat slipped and then looked away. “I was interested in a wide range of hobbies when I was a kid. I wanted to try everything. And at that time, my body was not good, so before the age of eight, I was quite safe.”

Jing Tong was surprised and translated for him: "You mean, your body was not very good when you were a kid, so it was quieter and not naughty?"

"That's it." He nodded slightly.

"I really didn't expect..." Jing Tong mumbled, "So, I was probably your antonym when I was a kid."

She has been troubled since she was a child, and she typically did not hit the house for three days, and the domestic servants were tormented by her.

Jiang Yu tickled the corner of his lips, his smile soft and unbelievable: "Imagine."

Jing Tong snorted: "Continue to say, then later."