Chapter 62 Digging and digging in the small room
"Um."
Cao Jinyan nodded, his eyes still moving up and down on Song Yilian’s white skirt that was soaked by water.
I have to say that Song Yilian has maintained a very good figure and has a very wifey vibe.
The most important thing is that Song Yilian has an excellent figure and appearance, so the heroine of the Song family must be no worse, and it seems that she is not the same type as Mu Qingyao.
Although both are daughters of wealthy families, there are definitely essential differences between them.
Cao Jinyan did not hide the fiery gaze he was looking at her with, and Song Yilian naturally noticed it.
She is not stupid, nor is she young and ignorant.
Ever since her fiancé died in a plane crash five years ago, she moved back to the Song family ancestral home from the new house her fiancé bought, and has never thought of looking for another man.
It has always been self-sufficient.
At this time, Song Yilian's body was still wet, but water was no longer dripping onto the ground. However, the wet white skirt was still tightly attached to her curvy skin.
"If I promise you, you will help me, right?" Song Yilian's face was flushed with unnatural embarrassment, and her pair of white and slender long legs rubbed against each other unconsciously under her wet white skirt.
This question made Cao Jinyan stunned.
No, I haven't even put forward any conditions yet, and you agreed to me?
Promise me what?
At this time, Cao Jinyan noticed that her ten fingernails were trimmed very neatly and short. Unlike many girls outside who would wear long manicures, her nails were very short and neat, as if they had been specially polished.
The purpose of approaching her is simple, which is to establish a good relationship in advance and lay the foundation for approaching the female protagonist of the Song family in the future.
It’s best if you can use it, but it’s okay if you can’t.
Anyway, Chen Yu is of no use.
Although he didn't know what Song Yilian was talking about, Cao Jinyan nodded anyway.
"I hope Young Master Cao will keep his promise." Song Yilian gritted her teeth and made the decision. She stood up with rapid breathing and grabbed Cao Jinyan's collar and pulled him towards herself.
Although Cao Jinyan was stunned for 0.025 seconds, his body honestly fell down under her force.
As the saying goes, it is a sin to go against a woman's will.
Cao Jinyan considers himself a law-abiding citizen. Although his father manufactures and sells arms, and his brothers and sisters are either drug dealers or gangsters, he is a good law-abiding person.
Cao Jinyan suddenly remembered a kindergarten nursery rhyme that went viral on short videos in her previous life:
Dig and dig in the small room, dig out tiny eggs and eat them.
Digging and digging in the tiny hole, digging out tiny water droplets popping, popping, popping, popping, popping…
An hour later, Song Yilian lay weakly on Cao Jinyan, drawing circles on him, muttering to herself, "I almost died."
Being self-sufficient and being a man, it feels really different.
Song Yilian's thighs were still trembling as if she had finally received some rain after a long drought. She was so shocked by Cao Jinyan's capital that she couldn't recover in a short time.
"Let's not contact each other normally. I'm afraid our family will misunderstand us." Song Yilian said softly.
Originally she was planning to just come along, this was just a deal she would do after she was done with the madness, but after the madness, she seemed to be somewhat addicted to this feeling.
There is a world of difference between automatic and manual.
Cao Jinyan, who had entered sage mode, glanced at Song Yilian with some doubt: "Your husband?"
He still doesn't intend to destroy other people's marriages.
Song Yilian shook her head: "My dad."
"Your dad?" Cao Jinyan was stunned.
Just now, while they were digging, he asked her age, and she said she was 32.
A 32-year-old mature woman should have been worried about her husband, but it turned out to be her father. This was something Cao Jinyan did not expect.
Wait, she doesn’t have a wedding ring on her hand. Is she not married yet?
Moreover, when Cao Jinyan's super truck passed through Song Yilian's tunnel, he also realized that her tunnel was too unworthy of her age.
Cars often pass through the tunnel, and the traces are very obvious. Although there were some traces in Song Yilian's tunnel, it was obvious that the car passing through was not driven by a male driver.
Too tight.
Song Yilian didn't notice Cao Jinyan's reaction. She still lay in Cao Jinyan's broad arms, drawing circles on his abdominal muscles with her fingers. Hearing this, she sighed and said, "I had a fiancé, but he died in a plane crash five years ago."
No wonder she wasn’t wearing a wedding ring. The tunnel had been in disrepair for a long time and no cars passed through it... Cao Jinyan glanced down at Song Yilian who was still drawing circles on her abdominal muscles. He didn't expect that the woman who was so proactive towards him was still a good woman.
I actually got the advantage.
At this time, Cao Jinyan was even more looking forward to meeting the heroine of the Song family.
Niece and aunt are a completely new combination.
Ahem...positive energy, positive energy!
"I think your fiancé really wants a child." Cao Jinyan's big hands became naughty again.
"ah?"
Song Yilian didn’t understand at first, but then she understood.
…
Just as Cao Jinyan was driving his big truck back and forth in Song Yilian's tunnel to check for quality issues, Shen Youwei came out of the ward after seeing her grandmother.
As grandma's condition improved, Shen Youwei's mood improved a lot and she smiled more often.
As soon as she closed the door of the ward, she met the doctor holding the medical record: "Ms. Shen, where did you get that prescription? It's incredible. That prescription is tailor-made for your grandma. Why didn't I think of it!"
"It was given by a miracle doctor, but I don't know that miracle doctor." Shen Youwei shook her head. The prescription was given by the miracle doctor friend of the big boss. It was the big boss who knew the miracle doctor, not her.
The doctor sighed with great regret, and the sigh was so loud that if you were there, you could tell that he was acting.
But unfortunately, Shen Youwei's naive personality prevented her from thinking so much. At this moment, she was thinking about how to thank the big boss.
The other person who was hiding in the stairwell and eavesdropping with his butt covered could not see the doctor and could only distinguish by listening. Obviously, he was too proud of his medical skills to distinguish.
At this time, the doctor said again: "This miracle doctor is very powerful. His prescription is very helpful in treating your grandma's condition. If possible, when your grandma's illness is completely cured, you must thank the miracle doctor."
“I will.” Shen Youwei nodded heavily. Not only is he a miracle doctor, but he is also a big boss.
After that, the two took the elevator and left.
At this time, Chen Yu, who was hiding in the stairwell, became excited.
If he wasn't worried that Pi Yanzi would break apart again, he would have jumped up.
If she knew that it was me who cured her grandmother's liver cancer, how would she thank me? He will definitely pledge himself to me!
Even if he can't, when the time comes, he can show up and use a little language skills to pull this innocent girl to his side.
The person who saves lives is greater than God!
Thinking of this, he couldn't help but get excited.
But for some reason, even though he wanted to get an erection, there was no response from below.
However, Chen Yu did not think much about it, thinking that it was caused by the wound on his buttocks, and it would naturally return to normal after the wound healed.
When there was no sound outside, Chen Yu held his butt, pushed open the door of the stairwell, and walked into the ward holding the wall, preparing for the second round of Thirteen Ghost Needles.
I have to say that the Son of Fortune has an amazing physique.
(End of this chapter)
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