Xia Zhi glared at him fiercely, washed the towel, and wiped him again, this time with great strength, driving away someone's heart.

"Hiss"

Hearing his ** voice, the corners of her mouth twitched.

The force was lighter, and his mouth muttered, "If you dislike me for not being able to wipe it clean, then I'll work harder, but I dislike it again, like a girl, does it really hurt that much?"

Leng Tianjun's face darkened.

He gritted his teeth, "You dare to say another word to try"

She is a woman who knows the times and is a handsome woman, so shut up directly.

Leng Tian's sharp eyes went straight (shot shè), and she asked him to poke the (meat ròu) (meat ròu) on the inner thigh to see if it hurt.

Xia Zhi didn't dare to provoke him, so she followed him, lest this man get angry and she couldn't resist it.

"If it weren't for my headache, would I need you to wipe it?" Leng Tian snorted angrily.

"Yes, yes"

She nodded hurriedly in agreement.

Leng Tian looked at her dog's leg and snorted.

"It's only been a few days, you're impatient, you're my wife at home, you're my secretary at work, and you're not willing to do something."

Xia Zhi's face was full of black lines, how could she not know that this man still had a side of chirping.

It makes sense for my wife to do this, but what the hell is a secretary?

"On a cold day, you wouldn't have asked your secretary to wipe your farts pì before. Share it"

The blue tendons on the forehead of the cold sky jumped suddenly, and his eyes stared at her faintly.

"Hey, kidding," she chuckled.

Leng Tian narrowed his phoenix eyes, his aura was full, and he suddenly laughed, his long arms hooked her willow waist, "I'm jealous"

"Who is jealous," Xia Zhi couldn't help but roll his eyes.

Leng Tianjun's face sank.

This woman.

If you don't teach you a lesson, you will uncover the tiles in three days.

Smelling the dangerous information, Xia Zhi hurriedly dodged away, and smiled hehehe, "Mr. Leng, you haven't worn pants yet, for the sake of your image, hurry up and get dressed." ”

Leng Tian's eyes flashed, and he raised his foot, "You wear it for me"

Uncle

Xia Zhi endured it, but obediently stepped forward to dress him.

"I didn't stick to the secretary before"

The man explained.

She paused, and the corners of her mouth unconsciously hooked.

She reached out and hugged his waist and motioned to him, "You stand up."

Cooperate with the pants in the cold weather.

Suddenly, the ruffian man just now became a well-dressed man.

Xia Zhi helped him into a wheelchair before pushing him out.

After helping him to rest, she turned (身shēn) to take a bath.

Leng Tian glanced at his son, who was sleeping with a pillow, and one leg was still stepping out.

He snorted, leaned over, and pinched his face.

Leng Yicheng twisted his eyebrows, lowered his mouth, flipped his (body shēn), and slept facing the cold weather.

"I slept so well, you'll go home for me tomorrow"

He pinched the little one's nose again.

"Hmm"

Leng Yicheng waved his little hand, and was noisy to sleep, and his little brows furrowed.

Seeing his son's impatience, Leng Tian raised his eyebrows with satisfaction, pulled up the quilt for him, and leaned over to take the document and read it.

There was a sound of water running from inside the bathroom, and he glanced at it from time to time, and his mind slid over her white (body shēn) son, and he suddenly felt a parchment of his mouth.

A stream of fire condensed somewhere, he hurriedly interrupted the reverie in his mind, got up (body shēn), held (bed chuáng), jumped off with one foot, sat in a wheelchair, went over and poured a glass of cold boiled water and drank it, and the dryness (hot rè) in his heart was suppressed.