The Spoilt Wife’s Happy Life with the Commander

This game was played longer than expected.

Lin Qing walked up to the man again and put his shoulder on his shoulder: "It's time to eat."

The man nodded, regaining attention from the intent, freeing his hands to hold her and pat.

"Dad." Lin Qing turned her gaze and looked helplessly at Dad.

"Wait a moment." Father Lin stared at the chessboard without raising his head, holding a chess piece and wondering where to go, "Go and eat with your mother first."

"No." Lin Qing rebuffed, "Mom said that she was waiting for you." The point is, this is not the first time she came back to yell for dinner, how many times have she been?

The two really ate this chess game.

"You can win or lose one point immediately, don't make trouble." Father Lin waved Lin Qing away.

Mu Li looked at her with frustration and smiled and took her to her side.

Lin Qing looked for a few minutes, feeling that she was gradually seeing the doorway, full of sense of accomplishment, she lay on Mu Li's shoulder and began to blindly command: "I see this is good, go here."

I thought it was buying clothes.

As he arrived at Mu Li, the sunspot was not settled between his slender fingers. Father Lin seemed to remind him profoundly: "Think clearly."

Lin Qing still didn't give up, and pushed his shoulder like a force: "I've been watching it, and listen to me."

"Do you understand?" Mu Li looked back at her.

Lin Qing met his gaze and did not know where he came from: "Of course, I learn everything fast, and you don't know."

Thanks to her.

If Mu Li glanced at her chest, if she hadn't glanced, she lifted her thin lips to draw an arc: "Yes, learn everything fast."

Lin Qing glanced at his eyes, immediately heard his voice-over, and patted him on the shoulder: "What are you talking about?"

"It's okay to praise you."

Father Lin coughed, staring at the chessboard and urging: "You can't play this chess yet?"

"Of course." Lin Qing pointed to a place, and forgot that it was the only one, "Here, listen to me."

The man is about to fall.

"You let her come up with an idea?" Dad Lin suddenly made a noise, interrupted Mu Li's movements, raised his eyes and glanced at Lin Qing, "She is a chess idiot."

At a glance, the step she was pointing at was a prank, and the man didn't tell you the truth, leaving the **** at her designated position.

"Win." Opposite, Dad Lin pushed the chessboard, and the two of them walked away without seeing, "Dine."

Lin Qing was stunned. She was quite confident a second ago. Why did she lose?

"Dad is still very good at chess." Mu Li squeezed Lin Qing's face and then stood up.

"Why don't you stop me." Lin Qing still stood there looking at the chessboard, and looked at it from the left and right. Her skills were pretty good.

"If you stop doing something, you are losing anyway. You might as well get a round and save your husband some face." Mu Li pushed her to the table.

Lin Qing is doubtful.

Waiting until the eight o'clock TV series finished an episode, Lin Qing watched it was not early and went back to the house to get clothes. Mother Lin said a few words in the past and Mu Li stayed in the living room.

Dad Lin still didn't like him, but after the fight on the chessboard, the atmosphere eased a lot. Mu Li watched Lin Qing appear at the door of the house and was about to get up. Father Lin suddenly opened his mouth.

"You lost it to me on purpose."

Mu Li raised an eyebrow: "No. I will definitely lose that chess game."

"I can't see yet, you are just to satisfy that girl." Dad Lin glanced at the room. Lin Qing was holding the man's jacket and went out. Orange Orange followed her and jumped a few times, hoping to grab the jacket Repeated failures.

Lin Qing took off Orange's hand and threw his little clothes over.

Orange Orange put his mouth on his body.

Mu Lixiu stretched his legs wide, and he straightened up: "Dad, I say it's useless. Time can tell that she made the right choice."

"She told me the same thing five years ago." Dad Lin looked sternly. "Hopefully, you can really do it now."

Mu Li's eyes were light and he didn't speak again. He walked towards Lin Qing with his tall figure. Father Lin said, "Your sweater is made of Qing Qing."

Mu Li was a little surprised, so he kept his pace: "Yes."

"I have had one before, and they were all the same in the wrong place."

Mu Li smiled silently. No wonder Dad Lin stared at the sweater several times today, and his attitude towards him improved much more than before.

Lin Qing approached the man, helped him put on his coat, and wrapped in a dark scarf. She flicked her fingers a few times to make a tacky look.

"Let's go." Lin Qing reached out and took Orange.

Orange Orange also wrapped in a scarf that resembled a man's neck. He walked to the side of the man and raised his hand: "Daddy, let's go."

The man held one hand, and Lin Qing also turned with him: "Parents, we are gone."

Mother Lin took them into the elevator before returning to the house. Father Lin only glanced sloppily, and did not say anything in the back.

"I'm still holding my breath." Mother Lin sat over, peeled an orange, and divided half of it into the palm of Father Lin. "The oranges are so big."

"It was Qing Qing who was born secretly, if we were there at the time." Father Lin was emotional when he mentioned this, and he suddenly got up and almost threw away the oranges.

"We are here, what's wrong?" Mother Lin disagreed. "You can't make her defeat?"

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Naturally, Dad Lin couldn't say.

He used to only care about it. Since there was something wrong with the Mu family that year, it is hard to guarantee that he won't repeat it in the future, but he forgot to see if his daughter is happy now.

What if happiness?

Lin Qing fell asleep holding Orange Orange, with big and small nap faces like poles, a head crooked into Lin Qing's arms, and a head was resting on the man's shoulder.

Mu Li restarted the engine, slowed down and drove home.

The paparazzi near the plot were gradually led away with another wave of wind, most likely without any other movement.

After returning to peace, Lu Xiao stood on a chair and tipped her toes.

She wore only socks and slipped on the bottom of the chair. She just saw a familiar document bag and hadn't pulled it out yet. She fell suddenly after shaking twice.

The waist almost broke.

Lu Xiao didn't worry about her waist and protected her lower abdomen.

The phone rang, and she couldn't stand up for a while. This was Ling Annan's special ringtone. He didn't come back at ten in the evening, and Lu Xiao gradually became accustomed.

She moved her legs down on the soft carpet, and her arms barely reached the nightstand.

It sounded more than a dozen times before I thought it was connected. I thought Ling Annan would be anxious.

"Lu Xiao." Ling Anan's voice couldn't be clearly heard on the phone. Behind it was the hot scene of the bar party night, and DJ couldn't help turning the roof upside down.

"I heard that, you said." Lu Xiao rubbed her painful ankle and looked swollen.

Ling Annan never messed up: "I won't go back tonight."

Lu Xiao made a noise, I do n’t know if I heard it there, there is only beep busy on the phone.

She looked down at the cell phone in her palm, flashing the words End of Call hurriedly on it.

Since when did it change.

Bringing her back from the park that day, the man seemed to have lost interest for a moment, and began to stay out of bed a few days later.

Perhaps others are right, his dignified president is the right way, how can he be chained by a woman.

The pain in the body was relieved. Lu Xiao held the cabinet straight up her legs, and did not dare to step on the chair again.

She couldn't sleep anyway. She took a bath, turned on the TV and climbed to bed. He never watched the financial channel.

Feeling sleepy, she fell asleep quickly, and the light in the room was still on.

The entrance to the bar.

After Ling Annan hung up the phone and walked out of the bar, her voice was completely isolated.

He lit a cigarette in his mouth, leaning against a street lamp with a long figure, took a sip and bounced off the ashes.

Someone photographed him from behind.

Ling Annan turned his head to see the person frown slightly, then turned and leaned back again: "Say."

"Really, I said that someone has been engaged to get engaged recently." Arvin pushed a pack of things into Ling Annan's arms. "Guess what."

"Hurry up." Ling Annan was impatient and kicked according to Arvin.

Arvin evaded, and jumped to the side: "You do what you do, and don't blame the authentic baby at home for your opinion."

"Can you speak?" Ling Annan heard the baby sinking at the bottom of the pool, extinguished the cigarette butts, and opened the bag three or two times.

He didn't believe that he could see the sky.

But as his eyes moved downwards, his eyes were frozen inch by inch. After reading, he rolled up a few pieces of paper and put them in a trash can.

Awen watched the hard-to-get things lost, but couldn't help but feel bad: "It's useless to throw it, the original is in the hands of people, I'm just a copy."

Ling Annan didn't stop talking for the first time.

Arvin saw it wrong and bumped his shoulder: "It won't be true."

Pre-marital agreement, Ling Annan will also sign?

Ling Annan didn't reply, and the bag was quite heavy, "What else?"

"The picture of your family meeting with Mo Xiaoxi," Arvinton stopped, gave a buffer, and looked at Ling Annan's face as she spoke. "Also, she went to the hospital a while ago and saw gynecology."

The street light was hit from overhead, reflecting half of the somber face. He was expressionless, but he couldn't tell any emotions.

Ling Annan took out the photos, and after reading them one by one, he looked slowly, his eyes always fixed on the woman's face on the photos.

I had time to meet Mo Xiaoxi, and I had time to go to the hospital, but I didn't even have time to tell him.

So, just because of a so-called agreement, she can not even have their feelings, secretly carrying him to check?

Ling Annan's eyes narrowed and mixed. For a long time, he slaps things into Arvin's hands: "It's dealt with when I haven't seen it."

"No, what do you mean?" Arvin glanced casually from the photo. "If you don't explain any more, no one can know that you gave up your marriage as soon as something happened. Now the media are waiting for you. The news of marriage. "

Ling Annan tore off his tie anxiously and stepped into the sports car: "Let them wait!"

The sports car drove out a few kilometers quickly. Ling Annan pulled out his mobile phone and wanted to dial that number and then regained his hand. He tapped his finger on the screen a few times and called up a text message to confirm the deletion.

She always wanted to leave, she could n’t bind it, she did n’t lock it, and it was n’t uncommon to get her heart out. It ’s better to find someone to marry casually.

Who owes who?