Prestigious Family Marriage: Uncle vs Young Wife

Jing Boyuan's looks and momentum make him where he is the focus, bringing his own peach aura.

Ye was eager to hold the coat that Jingbo Yuan took off, and his heart was born with a small smug.

This man who can only look at others, is exclusive to her.

I don’t know if Ye’s eyes are good, or Jingbo Yuan is born to be a clothes rack, and the black windbreaker is worn on him, which is unexpectedly appropriate.

Ye looked at the Jingboyuan standing facing himself, his eyes were straight.

The man has a thin nose and a thin lips. The facial features are three-dimensional, the face is fortitude, the knife is sharp and the axe is long. The tall and long legs are long, and the slim windbreaker is worn, so that Ye thinks of a word.

Longzhang Fengzi.

Looks like a dragon, looks like a phoenix.

Jing Boyuan looked down at the girl who was missing, and laughed at the lips. The deep bottom of the squat was tender and looming.

His index finger was bent into a hook, and he stretched over the tip of his nose, and faintly said: "So beautiful?"

Ye Yinxin squinted her eyes and returned to God, her cheeks floating two reds, she just lost her eyes.

Her eyes still fell on Jingboyuan, and it really looked good. More than 5,000 clothes were worn by him for 150,000 grades.

"The waiter, this one we want." Ye turned his heart and said to the waiter who was straight and straight.

Jingbo Yuan licked her hair, did not say anything, took off her windbreaker and handed it to the waiter, then reached for the coat in the face of the leaf.

Ye Yinxin gently let, avoid the hand he stretched out, and the man's coat in his arms shook, like Jingboyuan had served her dress, helping Jingboyuan wear clothes.

Jing Boyuan looked at the playfulness of the girl's eyebrows and smudged, smiled and accepted her service.

Ye Li is a good man's coat collar, bowing his head in the carry-on bag and wanting to take out the card to check out.

Jingboyuan stopped her, helped her to sit on the sofa in the rest area, and went to the cashier to check with the waiter.

Another waiter handed in a cup of hot tea, half-blessed and complimented: "Your husband is very kind to you, such a husband is rare."

Ye enamoured holding a teacup, slightly draped his eyelids, licking his lips and chuckling.

The palm is warmed by hot tea, and the position of the heart is warmer.

At this time.

"Heart?" A familiar voice came from behind.

The leaves turned their hearts and turned, and the song squid smiled brightly. Both hands walked in front of the air, followed by Ji Linyuan.

Seeing the appearance of Ji Linyuan at this time, Ye Yinxin couldn't help but laugh.

He is tied with a waist stool, or full of girl-style pink, with his calm temperament and majestic momentum, sitting in a waist stool with a ten-month-old child, the child is probably asleep, kneeling in the Ji Linyuan Nothing in my arms.

He has a lot of shopping bags in his hands. From the color and pattern of the bags, most of them are children and women.

Seeing Ye’s heart staring at Ji Linyuan’s smile and seeing his teeth, Song Yuyu said: “So funny?”

Ji Linyuan did not care about the smiles of others. He calmly and nodded to the leaves, and he said hello.

Ye plunged back to give him a more awkward smile.

"How are you alone? Bo Yuan? Going to the bill?" Song squid sat down beside Ye Qingxin and whispered softly. "Walking around, the legs are a bit sour."

Ye’s gaze is still on Ji Linyuan’s body.

She didn't think that Ji Linyuan looked funny and laughed. She was thinking, waiting for a few months, the baby was born, she also bought a lumbar bench for Jingboyuan, I don't know Jingboyuan tied a waist stool to hold the child. What would it be like?

That picture must be very happy.

Ji Linyuan put down his shopping bag and sat down beside the Song carp. He moved the legs of the Song carp to his lap, and gently squeezed his hands. The meaning of the pet was not concealed.

The waiter who sent tea to the two had a distinct interest in the eyes.

"Why!" Song squid enjoyed a sigh of relief, pushed down the hook and stared at the leaves of Ji Linyuan, angered: "Look at your own husband, his husband is so handsome, why do you want to see mine."

Ye Qingxin regained his gaze and smiled: "So stingy, can't you look at it?"

Song Yuyu smashed the neck of Ji Linyuan in the past, his head resting on his shoulder, laughing at the corner of the pear vortex looming, possession like: "It's hard to catch up, can't let others smash."

Ye is very surprised.

Look at Ji Linyuan's undisguised favor for the Song carp, it should be that Ji Linyuan has gone through thousands of hardships to catch the Song carp.

The child was about to drool, and the Song squid pulled out the scorpion from the pocket of Ji Linyuan and gently wiped the corner of the child's mouth.

The picture of a family of three looks very warm.

The Song carp looks like a twenty-two-year-old, and Ji Linyuan has thirty-seven and seventy-seven, and the age difference is also very large. Ye Yinxin somewhat admire the Song carp.

Ji Linyuan and Jing Boyuan belong to the same kind of man. When you sit there, whether you are laughing or not laughing, you will show a kind of majesty and momentum that people dare not make.

At the beginning, she was aware that she was fascinated by Jingbo. Due to the huge age difference and status gap between the two, she chose to avoid her feelings.

Song squid actually dared to pull back and chase, it is really courageous.

Soon, Jingbo Yuan came back.

He strode to the side of the meteor, and the waiter who took him to the checkout was almost trotting to follow him, and looked up at him with a smile on his face. Jingbo Yuan’s eyes fell on the leaves and did not listen to the waiter’s words.

The leaves are clearly pleasing, capturing the flash of loss in the waiter's eyes.

Jingboyuan came over and greeted Ji Linyuan and Song carp. He raised his hand and stroked the hair of Ye’s heart. He whispered, “Is it waiting?”

Ye Qingxin raised his face and smiled: "I just talked a few words with my nephew, and I don't feel anxious."

Four people are at the door of the menswear store.

Song carp and Ji Linyuan have already bought things, and the family has returned home.

In the hands of Jing Boyuan, he wore a bag with a windbreaker. He held the hand of the leaf with one hand tightly. The palm of the man was dry and warm, giving the leaf a strong sense of security.

Thinking of the image of the daddy who just had Ji Linyuan, Ye said with a smile: "When the children are born, I will also buy you a lumbar bench for you to go shopping with your child."

Wen Yanyuan, Jing Boyuan slightly grasped the hand holding the heart.

I don't know what it means to promise, or I don't agree.

Ye is enamored only when he is promised, and said: "One can't, we three children, we have to buy you three"

The tall man walked forward without squinting. The little girl around her head groaned and said something. The man’s eyebrows were quiet and there was no impatientness. The picture fell in the eyes of others, and it was so sweet.

Back to the 8th courtyard of Nanshanshu, it is already 9 o'clock in the evening.

Ye Yinxin bought two sets of clothes for Jingboyuan and bought a foot bath for grandparents and grandparents.

The four old people live in a good family, and there is nothing missing. Ye thinks and buys them valuable things. It is better to buy a foot bath so that they can get a good night's sleep and get a good night's sleep.

Although simple, it is the most real concern.

Jingboyuan has chosen a few pregnant women's spring clothes for Ye Dingxin. It is not a big name, but it is very suitable for the leaves. If you don't look carefully, you can't find her big belly.

After all, Ye is still a student, and I need to pay attention to it.

The two entered the living room, and Mrs. Yan and Mrs. Yan were sitting on the sofa, and the TV was tuned to the opera channel, where they sang Beijing opera.

Yan’s father snored with a cane and his head was a little bit, and Mrs. Yan followed the gesture of Tsing Yi in the screen.

The old man’s ears were not very bright. The volume of the TV was very loud, covering the movement outside. Zhang Wei saw them coming in, only to know that they came back, and rushed to meet the shopping bags in front of Jing Boyuan.

Jing Boyuan handed the bag to Zhang Wei and folded back to take other things.

"Grandd grandmother, why haven't you slept yet? The call is not to say that we have to come back later, let you take a break earlier?" Ye plunged to sit next to Mrs. Yan.

Yan Laozi was awakened by her voice, and the turbid old eyes had a moment of shackles. After seeing the leaves, my eyes became kind.

Mrs. Yan saw her, and her eyes showed the kindness and kindness. She reached out and held the hand of Ye’s heart and smiled. “My heart is back, my grandmother will watch TV and go to sleep.”

When she paused, she asked: "Is it tired after visiting for so long? Go upstairs and rest."

The eyes of Ye’s heart fell to the feet of Mrs. Yan’s wife. The old man was wearing an indoor cotton mop and the heel was exposed. It may be because of the good living conditions. Her heels are not as old as the old people of ordinary people.

"Grandma, you and your grandfather must be very tired of taking care of Jiaojiao recently. I bought you a foot bath and I will sleep after a while."

Mrs. Yan looked at the leaves and smiled and said: "The grandmother has already washed her feet. You are going to sleep, don't worry about us."

Ye insisted, "Blow your feet and sleep well."

Mrs. Yan’s wife did not succumb to Ye’s heart, and together with Yan’s father, she was served by the leaves.

The warmth of the temperature from the heart of the foot, all the way into the heart of the old man.

Ye Qingxin is not a person with a particularly fine heart. Mrs. Yan and Mrs. Yan are not lacking anything, and there is no shortage of people to serve. She often thinks about doing something for the two elderly people, but as long as she thinks I must do it.

Just as it is, the mother who made her life is filial to the two old people.

Just be, still so many years, the two old mourning.

She also wants to do something for the elderly who regard her as a heart.

The leaves are not afraid of the hands of others, helping Yan Laozi and Mrs. Yan to clean their feet, her eyes are always light and calm, not the slightest reluctance.

Zhang Hao helped to wash the feet.

Mrs. Yan’s eyes flashed with tears in her eyes. She couldn’t help but raise her hand and touched the face of her heart. She knew that this granddaughter had no white pain.

Whether she is sincere or false, she can live a lifetime and can understand it at a glance.

Sending two old people back to the room to sleep, Ye Yin heart turned to return to the master bedroom.

From the two old rooms, the backhand gently brought the door, Jingboyuan stood against the wall, and his eyes fell on her side.

The man’s eyes are calm and deep, and people can’t see the emotions inside.

He stared straight at the leaves.

"What's wrong?" Ye Qingxin raised his hand and touched his cheek and asked him: "Why are you looking at me like this?"

Jingboyuan did not say anything, long legs and a cross, stepped forward and covered the leaves of the heart, took her upstairs.

Ye clearly feels that his feelings are undergoing some kind of change, but he is trying to figure out what this change is.

Going back to the master bedroom and taking a shower, Jingboyuan handed her a cup of hot milk.

When she was drinking milk, he stood next to her.

The man's gaze is too direct, even though Ye is already familiar with him, he is still seen with a tight back.

Ye Yinxin drank two-thirds and handed the remaining one-third to Jingboyuan.

Jing Boyuan carried his neck and drank milk, and his eyes fell on the face of Ye.

After all, Ye’s heart couldn’t hold back, reaching out to hold the man’s strong waist, and the thin chin was in his ribbed position, and the voice was squeaky. “What happened to you? I saw my hair.”

Jing Boyuan held her shoulder blade with one hand and bent it slightly, placing the empty cup on the coffee table next to it.

He did not speak, pinched the chin of the leaf, and bowed his head to kiss her delicate lips.

The man's tongue came in with the suffocation of milk. The leaves slammed and the long-necked eyelashes trembled, and immediately closed, and the arms hooked on the man's neck and responded enthusiastically.

The mouth full of nose is the smell of hormones in the man, stimulating her brain nerves.

The clothes faded and she was overwhelmed by the soft bed, the bed vibrating, and the gauze trembled.

The latter thing didn't make sense. Jingbo Yuan retired from her, sorted out her pajamas, took her into the bed, licked the quilt, kissed her lips, and gently whispered: "Sleep."

Ye was so beautiful that he looked at him with a sigh of relief.

Looking at him toward the cloakroom, he looked at him and took his clothes into the bathroom. For a moment, there was a slight closing sound.

Jingbo Yuan seems to be a bit different tonight. Just that kiss, she clearly felt a special emotion from it.

Ye Yixin did not understand the reasons that prompted him to have such psychological changes. He recalled what happened after he came back. There is nothing special about it.

The mind of a 34-year-old mature man is like a sea needle.

Thinking, Ye Qingxin gradually became a little sleepy. Before her consciousness fell into the darkness, she suddenly thought that Jingboyuan’s birthday seemed to be coming soon.

After her birthday last year, she asked Jing Soso in the back.

Jing Boyuan’s birthday is very good on June 1st, Children’s Day.

After Jingboyuan took a shower, there was no accident. Ye fell asleep and her right hand was scratching her belly.

The belly of the leaves is getting bigger, the belly is stretched out, sometimes itchy, and when you are awake, you can control your hands. When you fall asleep, you will unconsciously scratch.

Jing Boyuan took her hand out of the quilt, turned back to the bathroom and took the olive oil, came back to open the quilt and her pajamas, dropped two drops on the belly where her belly was red, and the index finger and the **** were gently smeared together. rub.

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