The young cold warlord stood there calmly, with long eyelashes hanging slightly. His black eyes were as plain as an ancient well. He looked at the little lady in front of him faintly.

    Black and supple long hair, casually half pulled, wearing broken and beautiful braids, young and clever.

    The tip of the nose moves gently, which is a faint fragrance of jasmine.

    Uncle Jing suddenly raised his hand and touched the girl''s head. The other party seemed a little confused and looked up at him.

    Mr. Jing was calm and gently patted the girl on the back of the head. His tone was calm.

    "Continue."

    "Oh," she whispered.

    With that, he lowered his head and continued his work.

    She lowered her head, and her small white hands were holding a light gold tie clip. The tie clip was rectangular and thin, with a round dark blue gem in the middle.

    It seemed very serious. After the tie clip was clamped, the girl subconsciously reached out and patted on the tie clip.

    This makes Mr. Jing feel a little funny. His voice is lazy.

    "Take a pat to make it obedient, isn''t it?"

    The girl in front paused, then looked up and blinked.

    I don''t know how to explain the subconscious action.

    It seems that the other party just wants to tease her, and doesn''t go on further.

    The girl took the belt, opened her hands and hugged the youth from the front ring. In a moment, her thin waist was completely exposed.

    Shen Wanqing couldn''t help making a gesture, but it was so detailed!

    Jing Yanxiu took a pocket watch with a light silver thin chain and put it in his arms.

    At the same time, he saw the girl''s action. He squinted lazily and held the girl in his arms.

    "Just hug if you want. You''re my wife. Don''t embarrass yourself."

    His thin lips were close to his ears and rubbed slightly. His close voice was low and magnetic, and his voice was very attractive at the same time.

    But even so, the other party''s expression is still plain and light, beautiful but cold and precious.

    Shen Wanqing was held in his arms with the tie clip on her cheek. The cold metal texture made her want to avoid.

    Hearing the other party''s cold whisper, she retorted low.

    "I''m not married yet!" how can I be my wife.

    Second master Jing took his little wife in his arms, put his snow-white long finger on her waist and said slightly:

    "Sooner or later."

    She couldn''t help raising her head and looking at each other''s section of snow-white, with beautiful and smooth jaw lines. It seemed that she was aware of her movement, and the other party slowly lowered her long eyelashes.

    It is reasonable to say that her angle can be said to be the angle of death. As a result, the other party''s appearance is still beautiful and impeccable.

    What Shen Wanqing just wanted to refute was swallowed into his stomach.

    It looks good and can be eaten.

    Lord Jing''s long eyelashes drooped slightly, and his eyes were as dark as obsidian, calm and wavless.

    Being watched by him, Shen Wanqing wanted to escape.

    But she was just about to turn her head, but she was gently pinched by the other party''s chin. She felt the other party''s cool fingertips rubbing the corners of her lips.

    Warlords have a long, lazy voice.

    "The rice is sticky on your face."

    The warlord who hugged her hissed again, lazily.

    "Like a kitten."

    Hearing the speech, Shen Wanqing subconsciously licked the lip corner just touched by Jing Yanxiu''s fingertip.