Purple Peony MACHINE TRANSLATION
He lanjin sat in the bathtub and looked at the figure on the screen that appeared on the wall. She turned her face and looked at the man, saying, âDo you think itâs possible? â
âvery good, â Qiao Hanye said.
She held the phone and didnât hang up. An nuan heard the magnetic voice, and as a voice control, she immediately became excited, saying, âHe Lanjin, youâre good! Youâre taking a bath together and youâre still calling me? Donât you have a conscience? â
âsorry, my conscience was eaten by a dog. â He lanjin listened and hung up without waiting for an Nuan to speak.
She turned off the screen on the wall, wrapped herself in a bathrobe, and walked out. She saw that the lights in the bedroom were dim. Qiao Hanye was wearing a white shirt, leaning against the bar counter and taking a sip of red wine.
âcome here, â Qiao Hanye said in a low voice when he heard her footsteps.
She wiped her slightly wet hair and walked over in slippers. She put a towel on her shoulder, took a sip of the red wine he handed her, and asked, âwhat wine did you come to my room to drink? â
Under the dim light, the woman who had just taken a bath looked like a lotus flower. Her skin was crystal clear, and her hair was slightly wet and scattered on the side of her face. She was indescribably attractive.
âLook at this. â Qiao Hanye sat on the High Chair and pulled her into his arms. He wrapped her in his arms and handed her the phone. He said in a low voice, âLu Zifanâs call lasted an hour. â
âThis is a sub-call. â The manâs slender fingers swiped on the screen, giving her a detailed analysis.
He Lanjin grunted. She felt the manâs hot breath on her face. The atmosphere was a little ambiguous when she was in his arms. She could still hear the strong heartbeat of the man when they were so close.
âMrs. Qiao seems to be very hot? â Qiao Hanye lowered his head and asked in a magnetic voice.
She calmly turned around, raised her hand to wrap it around his neck, and said with a laugh, âmy aunt is here. â
âHuh? â Qiao Hanye reached out to hold her slender waist and pulled her into his arms. He asked in a low voice, âwhat about Mrs. Qiao? â
The two of them flirted after drinking. The man lowered his head and was about to kiss her neck when his phone rang. Qiao Hanye wanted to turn off his phone, but he lanjinâs phone rang again.
âDonât... I have to take this call. â He lanjin was panting from his kiss. She squinted her almond-shaped eyes and looked at the incoming call. She asked in a low voice, âMay I ask who you are? â
âAh Jin, hurry home. Your aunt is going to beat your father to death. â Tang Zhilinâs voice came from the other end of the phone.
He lanjin listened and stared at Qiao Hanye silently. She immediately pulled him out and said, âMr. Qiao, this is an emergency. Itâs time for you to show your skills. â
She did not sympathize with he wenqing, but she did not want Shen Biqiong to cause trouble.
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He residence
It was a snowy night, and the cold wind was threatening.
He Wenqing and Tang Zhilin rushed back from the disaster area. They threw their luggage on the ground and fell on the sofa. They said, âthat he lanjin is really not a person. She actually dared to threaten us. â
âWhy would she want to do an appraisal? Could it be that she already knows that she is not our flesh and blood? â Tang Zhilin was puzzled.
He Wenqing got up and opened a bottle of beer. He poured it into his mouth and sneered, âjust her? How is that possible? Just you wait. Iâll get someone to kill her later. â
Being threatened by he lanjin in the disaster area made them extremely uncomfortable.
Speaking of He Lanjin, the two of them felt aggrieved.
âXiaoxue is still the best. That he lanjin is half as kind and sensible as Xiaoxue. I... â He Wenqing had just finished speaking when they heard the sound of high heels from outside.
The door of the he residence was smashed open with a âboomâ .
A woman dressed elegantly and elegantly came in from outside. She was smiling tenderly, but she turned around and slapped he Wenqing... ...