The soul travels through the eighteenth line, the female agent is killing crazy in the entertainment

Jiang Qilan's car was parked outside the big iron gate of the Cheng family.

And he walked out of the car and stood under the dim street light waiting.

Cheng Ling saw him at a glance.

Jiang Qilan was wearing sports casual clothes, standing straight, tall and lonely, with the light and moonlight shining from above his head.

The whole person seemed to be coated with a layer of glowing glass, giving people a cold and alienated feeling.

He held a mobile phone in his hand, his finger bones were slender and a little white, and his eyes were focused on the phone. The light of the mobile phone shone on his fair face, and his usually cold peach blossom eyes had a hint of brilliance.

Jiang Qilan was sending a message to Cheng Ling to tell her that he had arrived.

At the moment he pressed the send button, he seemed to feel something and looked up.

He and Cheng Ling, across the iron fence, met each other's eyes.

At the same time, Cheng Ling's mobile phone rang.

But she didn't take out her mobile phone to look at it.

Instead, she walked towards the gate slowly.

Jiang Qilan's breathing stagnated.

The person who was always on my mind and missed me was walking towards me with a smile.

She was so bright.

Her eyes were slightly curved, filled with the entire sea of ​​stars.

The slim-fitting beige windbreaker outlined her smooth waistline.

Her two straight legs were tightly wrapped in jeans, which made her look slender, slender and powerful.

The trouser legs of the jeans were rolled up, revealing a small section of her white and tender ankles.

Jiang Qilan lost all his ability to think, and even forgot to take a few steps towards her. He just watched her walk towards him step by step in the autumn wind, smiling.

Every time she got closer, Jiang Qilan felt that his breath was taken away a little.

Until she walked in front of him and stood still.

"Brother Lan, long time no see." She said.

Jiang Qilan's Adam's apple rolled up and down slightly, bent down slightly, and gently hugged Cheng Ling into his arms.

He was very restrained, afraid that he would offend Cheng Ling by hugging too tightly.

The two slender arms were just holding each other lightly.

There was a twenty-centimeter gap between their bodies.

Jiang Qilan took a deep breath.

Ah——

I felt a warm bead falling into my stomach, and my limbs and bones felt comfortable and I wanted to sigh.

I felt at ease.

But the next moment, Cheng Ling moved. She took a half step forward, hugged Jiang Qilan's waist tightly, and buried her face in his chest.

Brother Lan's waist was very thin and long, very strong, and slightly tense because of nervousness. Through the cloth, she could even feel the direction of the muscle lines on his back.

Brother Lan's embrace was so reassuring.

Just like before.

No one knew what the iron-like General Ling was thinking when he took off his armor and lay alone in bed at night after the battle.

She missed Brother Lan.

Missing Brother Lan's embrace, a broad and reassuring embrace that held her whole body.

——Those desperate times of fighting alone with no way out, those sleepless nights due to pain, she survived by missing Brother Lan’s hug again and again.

But in the end, she couldn’t remember whether the hug she recalled over and over again was real or she imagined it.

Now, she remembered it.

It was exactly the same as in her memory, and what she missed at those nights.

It felt very comfortable and reassuring.

It was as if she was protected by him.

Cheng Ling took the initiative to hug herself!

Jiang Qilan’s arms froze in mid-air, still maintaining the previous empty ring shape.

She was so soft and fragrant.

The next moment, he no longer hesitated and hugged Cheng Ling tightly.

His two arms went around her back, crossed over her shoulders, and hugged her in his arms.

Tight, without gaps.

She had just taken a shower, with a hint of imperceptible moisture and fragrance after the shower.

Her furry head was right in front of him.

Jiang Qilan couldn't help but gently stroke her head with his chin, and then quietly kissed her scattered hair.

On the top floor of Cheng's house, there were two telescopes pointed at the two of them.

Cheng Xiaomei: "What a good opportunity, Commander Jiang's hand was placed on my sister's back properly, without moving."

"Just a hug?" Cheng's mother pouted, "Are you young people so reserved when dating now?"

Two minutes passed.

"Why are they hugging each other?"

"I'm so anxious! Just kiss! What's the use of kissing the hair..."

"It really ruined such a good atmosphere!"

Cheng Xiaomei was almost dying of anxiety.