Kiss Goodnight, Mr.Ji

She looked back at the young man Yushu Linfeng was generally pestering behind her, took out her sister's style, and said calmly, "You...have you packed it?"

...How long did this kid stand behind her? Wouldn’t she listen to her conversation with Achen?

"Well, there aren't many things." Jiang Yaojing didn't seem to see that she was a strong foreigner. He smiled casually. "I'm hungry, sister Qing'er, I'll invite you to dinner at noon."

"No, I should ask you today." Qinger coughed slightly and she put her mobile phone in the **** pocket of her jeans. "But there aren't many delicious foods around here. You know how to eat Western food too much. That's it. Today I'll take you to steak."

Jiang Yaojing's eyes inadvertently glanced over her round buttocks wrapped in hot pants, then he smiled slightly: "I listen to Sister Qing'er."

"Okay, let's go." Qing'er nodded with satisfaction, and took the lead to go out. Anyway, the kid's obedient and obedient still won her heart.

The teenager walked behind her with long legs and finally looked at her unscrupulously.

Probably because of the heat, so she **** her hair loosely and exposed her white and slender neck. Her dress was also common for female students in Europe and America. The T-shirt, hot pants and sports shoes showed a small The wild waist and a pair of white and delicate long legs make you feel full of jumping when walking.

After the two walked down the street, Jiang Yaojing keenly noticed that many of the boys' eyes were on Qing'er, some of them were even quite explicit, but Qing'er seemed to be accustomed to this, and his eyes were not taken. Scan it.

However, the teenager behind her tightened her lips unconsciously, and her dark eyes dimmed a bit.

Compared to the teenage girl in her memory who just likes her pretend to be mature, now she is really a mature woman, exuding the charm of sex-sense all the time.

I don't know if his eyes were too hot, so that when he leaned in front, he felt something was wrong, and he couldn't stop walking.

"Ayao?"

Jiang Yaojing flashed his eyes and smiled casually: "Sister Qing'er?"

Qinger blinked, convinced that the strange feeling just now was just her illusion, so she smiled and said, "Well, that store is in front, and I will be here soon."

"Well." The teenager's smile seemed a little brighter.

The school has not officially started yet, and there are not many people in the steakhouse. Qinger, who is familiar with the way, led him to sit in a certain seat, and invited the waiter to order food for the two. After the waiter left, She just annoyed and patted her forehead: "I ordered it directly for you and forgot to ask you what to eat."

"It doesn't matter, I'm not picky eaters, and I don't have any taboos." He smiled, "Sister Qing'er, you taught me, you said that picky eaters are not tall."

"...Yes." Qinger smirked. "It's hard for you to remember."

At first, while this kid was not sensible, she seemed to instill a lot of her preferences into him, but she didn't expect him to remember.

Qing'er inevitably has some guilty conscience.

"Because Sister Qing'er was right, I will certainly remember." He smiled. "I'm almost as tall as my father now."

Qing'er thought of this boy's tall and tall man. The guilty conscience suddenly disappeared. She smiled and said: "Yes, you are still young, and I think it can be longer."