Song Xinglan held her hand that had set her on fire, and her tone became lowered: "You're not holding it back, are you?"
As he spoke, he whispered something in her ear, causing Qi Yunyi to blush and glare at him unhappily. He remained unmoved, but instead put her hand in his mouth, licking and kissing it delicately as if he were tasting some rare delicacy.
So... so perverted.
What's so fun about hands...
Well, hands are fun.
Qi Yunyi pulled her hand back, but held his hand to play. Instead of stopping her, he looked at her with some encouragement.
Qi Yunyi pretended not to see it. He paused, then stood up on his own and put his hand to her lips.
Some people have beautiful faces but ugly hands.
Some people have hands that look like models, but their faces are average looking.
In short, every person will have some defects to a greater or lesser extent.
But Song Xinglan doesn't seem to have such worries. Perhaps this is the privilege of Nuwa's graduation project.
Qi Yunyi looked at his hand, and finally stretched out a small piece of her tongue and touched it gently.
After just a brief touch, she immediately chose to run away. She didn't want to become as perverted as him so quickly.
Not only was he perverted, he also used obscene language. Although she didn't find it rude or offensive, but...
Anyway, there is still a but.
When Qi Yunyi returned home, Old Qi had just finished reading a page of the newspaper. Hearing the noise, he didn't even look up: "Did you tell Xingxing? He has nothing at home. Don't try to be mean and deliberately not tell him."
"Am I that kind of person?"
Qi Yunyi argued confidently: "Dad, you won't love me anymore as long as Xingxing is with you. Humph, if I marry him, you will have to hand over all my property to him. Then I will be left with nothing, right? Humph..."
She was humming and groaning, but Lao Qi pricked up his ears and caught the key words: "Hey, Yi Yi, don't you mind marrying Xing Xing?"
"What are you talking about? How can I not resist? Dad, I am your only biological daughter. What's yours is mine. I am the first heir!"
Qi Aiguo rolled up the newspaper in his hand into a tube and hit her on the head in annoyance.
Are you already eyeing his little family business?
If you have that much time, you might as well think more about your mother. Although he doesn't want to admit it, Mei Zi is much richer than him.
It didn't hurt, so Qi Yunyi didn't mind and continued to tease her father:
"Dad, no matter how good outsiders are, they are not as good as our own blood relatives. I am your precious daughter. What's mine is yours, and what's yours will be mine sooner or later. You can't stare at outsiders."
Before she even reached elementary school, she had already determined to cling to the thighs of her rich sisters, and at the same time, keep an eye on her childhood sweetheart, the richest man. If nothing else, the slightest hint of him showing through his fingers would be enough for her to live out her retirement.
Her requirements are not high. There is a way to spend one million, a way to spend one hundred million, and a way to spend one hundred million. There is also a way to spend one hundred yuan.
But, in the final analysis, it is best to have what you have yourself.
This requires me to mention my hard-working and powerful parents who became Jackie Chan and Cheng Feng.
Dad, Mom, your daughter lives on your thighs.
When Jiang Mei came back, she found that her daughter was like a lackey, too attentive.
While Qi Yunyi was taking the initiative to go into the house to get something, Jiang Mei glanced at Qi Aiguo, who was resting today and had been at home all day. "What's wrong with her?"
"You're eyeing the property in my hands."
Qi Aiguo proudly holds his chest high.
Jiang Mei: ...
She almost sneered.
Thinking about your property?
How much property do you have? You either loaned out your salary or used it for household expenses...
Um?
Jiang Mei looked at Qi Aiguo again, unless he secretly saved some money.
Did Qi Aiguo secretly save some money?
He did save it, and Jiang Mei knew he did, but she didn't expose it.
After all, he spent all his little pocket money on his daughter.
He takes his daughter out to eat junk food every now and then.
He is the only one who can be a parent.
Qi Yunyi, who was concerned about the family property, was busy running around and positioned herself as a maid.
When Song Xinglan was eating, all he saw was her serving him attentively.
After the meal, Qi Yunyi brought some fruit and invited her father and mother to enjoy it.
Why is it the Queen Mother and not the Queen Mother?
Her family is ruled by two saints, do you understand?
Jiang Mei was eating the fruit cut by her daughter and enjoying her massage, looking very relaxed.
After diligently massaging Jiang Mei's shoulders, Qi Yunyi leaned into her arms and hugged her, becoming so affectionate with her that Jiang Mei couldn't stand it and pushed her away.
"Okay, okay, it's getting late. Where are we going to sleep tonight?"
"opposite."
"Oh."
Jiang Mei snorted, looking like she knew it all.
"Mom, don't be jealous. I'm not going. I'll sleep with you tonight."
"I don't want to sleep with you. Go away quickly. Oh, and don't bully Xingxing, okay?"
"What? He and I are alone in a room, man and woman. Why don't you warn him not to bully me?"
Aren't you too biased?
Jiang Mei didn't hear a word she said. They were a single man and a single woman. Come on, didn't you also live in an apartment when you were in school?
What could Jiang Mei worry about? After a few years, the two children had grown up, and there was no sign of any problems, which meant there was no hope.
It would be even better if something happened when the two of them were in the same room together, so that she wouldn't have to worry about her future son-in-law.
Qi Yunyi, who was driven away in disdain, stomped her feet in anger.
What? She tried to please her parents so much, but they didn't praise her for being sensible, or say that she was the one they loved the most and that everything they had would belong to her in the future.
Sure enough, love will disappear.
She picked up the stuffed animal on the sofa and hit it with a punching bag, flattening its head.
Smiley-faced doll: I didn't mess with any of you, anyone!
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