The Pointed Reddish Lips
"Can you play games?"
"No." He was so busy at work every day that he really didn't have time to play games. He had only heard of the popular games at the moment.
"What games do you like to play?" Jian Qizhao thought for a while and asked again.
"Stimulating Battlegrounds, Canyon of Kings, Plants vs. Zombies!" She smiled and reported the games she often played recently.
Jian Qizhao nodded.
The hot pot came up, and her dipping sauce was prepared by Jian Qizhao.
As soon as she tasted the first bite, her eyes lit up, ah, delicious!
Even the look in her eyes when she looked at Jian Qizhao became much gentler: "Zhao Zhao, you are awesome!"
Jian Qizhao thought this kind of performance was childish, but it didn't stop him from being happy and quite useful.
"Do you live there alone?"
"No, there is my uncle."
"What about your parents?"
"I don't have any parents." She really didn't have any parents, she was born and raised.
But sometimes, in order to make things easier, she would also match herself with a pair of parents. Jian Qizhao thought the girl's parents had an accident, so she was fostered in a relative's home as an orphan.
"How old are you?"
"18 weeks."
"What's your birthday?"
"June 10th."
She always regarded the day she came out of the mountain as her birthday, and she would celebrate it every year.
After all, she wanted all the birthdays and gifts that human girls had, and she wanted better gifts than others!
Jian Qizhao shabu-shabued a few slices of mutton and put them on her plate.
In fact, the meat was average, but it tasted good when eaten this way. Jinhuan found another food that made her happy.
The table was quickly eaten, and he found that the girl had a big appetite.
It was dark when they came out.
Thinking that her uncle was still waiting for her at home, Jian Qizhao couldn't take her out, so he could only send her home.
On the way
"Is your uncle not good to you? Otherwise, why would he let you eat spicy strips with steamed buns?"
"No, my uncle is very nice. I wanted to eat it, so my uncle asked someone to buy it for me."
"As long as I treat you well."
It was strange that Jian Qizhao sent the girl home twice a day, but time passed so quickly when he was with her. The car seemed to still have the fragrance of Jinhuan.
As soon as they separated, he missed her a little, so after enduring for half an hour, he sent a message to the girl.
Jian Qizhao: What are you doing?
Huanhuanzi: Just finished a game
Jian Qizhao: I miss you a little
Huanhuanzi: OK
Over there, Jian Qizhao, who was holding the phone, was stunned for a moment. He never thought that she would reply like this.
Jian Qizhao: I want to see you
Huanhuanzi: How do you see?
The next second, the video call came in.
She didn't grasp this thing well at first, so the camera was facing the hills and valleys, and Jian Qizhao's mind was blank for a moment.
When Jinhuan took the phone, he couldn't even take his eyes away.
She was wearing a very cool nightgown in the room, the same style as the one she bought at Ji Yan's house, with thin straps, silk satin fabric, and it was very short.
Jinhuan put the phone on the bedside, but she knelt with her legs apart.
Jian Qizhao's throat tightened up and down. If it weren't for the indifference in her eyes, he would have suspected that the girl did it on purpose.
Deliberately tempting him.
"Huan'er." His voice was hoarse as soon as he opened his mouth.
It was late at night, who could stand her like this!
"What's wrong?"
Jian Qizhao leaned back, his Adam's apple rolling up and down uncontrollably.
"What do you want to eat tomorrow? I'll take you there."
"Eat hot pot!" She was just getting into it and wanted to eat hot pot all the time.
"Okay."
"What's wrong with your voice?" She saw that something was wrong with Jian Qizhao at the moment, but she wanted to provoke him when she had bad intentions.
"I think of you."
"Didn't we just separate?"
"How many clothes are you wearing, Huan'er?" He asked her hoarsely. The girl's nightgown was a little tight, and the two bulges were obvious.
"How many clothes do you think I wore?" she asked back.
"I think Huan'er wore three clothes." He stared at the screen intently, breathing heavier and heavier.
"I only wore one, you guessed wrong." She laughed softly, biting one of her fingers with her teeth, her expression was very innocent.
"You naughty, I don't believe it." Jian Qizhao's voice trembled a little.
"Then what do you want to believe, I really only wore one~"