Bringing a Son to Marry a Giant

After five years, they finally met again.

This reunion is no longer Su Mu's dream at midnight.

Su Mu, who filled her eyes with tears, no longer dared to look up.

He hid his face like an ostrich and buzzed in his head. Except for the breath of Jing Zhixuan in his ear, he seemed to hear nothing.

Jing Zhixuan!

Jing Zhixuan!

Jing Zhixuan!

Full of Jing Zhixuan!

This is his favorite man, his son's father!

Since he ran away with his little sister five years ago, he has never dared to hope that he and Jing Zhixuan have a day to meet again.

Just when Su Mu was so upset, she only heard Jing Zhixuan chuckled, and quickly straightened her hips. "Why, seniors don't welcome me?"

Jing Zhixuan's deep voice didn't have any undulations, but the temperature in his eyes dropped rapidly.

"..." He Wenzhuo raised his hand to slap Su Mu's right shoulder, and he stood up and smiled casually at Jing Zhixuan, pulling his mouth open: "Hello, my brother Xue, I haven't seen you for a long time, it ’s really longer and more handsome, I heard Not long ago, Triumph returned to the whole company, Fierce! Niubi! Congratulations! "Hehe → _ →

Jing Zhixuan raised his glass with a raised eyebrow at He Wenzhuo, without any humility: "Thank you, He Xuechang."

Hearing Jing Zhixuan's voice again, Su Mu, who was slumped in his seat, was frightened to help the table to stand up, because his feet were soft and his body could not help but He Wenzhuo's eyes quickly supported him.

Su Mu's heart warmed, trying to straighten her backbone.

Jing Zhixuan's left hand quickly stretched out and fisted into it at this moment.

He forced himself to ignore He Wenzhuo's hand on Su Mu's waist, shook his hands to raise the wine glass in his right hand, and stared at Su Mu's face.

He was thin and his waist was narrower than he was then.

In fact, Su Mu's face was still hanging down, as if to be lowered into the dust, and her long hair covered her forehead. Jing Zhixuan, who was standing high, could not even see his forehead.

Interesting, when did his senior become so low-key.

There is also obvious but indifferent alienation!

Compared with the cheeky chasing after him that year, all of them--

Do not! can! Love!

Jing Zhixuan narrowed his eyes and became more and more irritable. He could not help but sternly said: "Senior, I'll give you a glass of wine, and I won't lose face."

"no no……"

Su Mu shook her hands incoherently in the seam of her pants, bite a bit of white teeth, and slowly raised her chin with a quivering chin. Eventually, her eyes hit Jing Chixuan's chin, which was one head higher than him, and her brows were raised. And corner of mouth.

Send a soft and soft smile.

"!!!!!!"

Jing Zhixuan's pupils shrank a bit, and then she saw Su Mu's bright and forehead, the gentle arcuate willow eyebrows, and his long and curled eyelashes, and then down ...

It was Su Mu's eyes wrapped in a layer of water vapor, and under the dazzling ceiling lamp, there was a gloomy gloom.

Jing Zhixuan's heart nest also shrank.

Su Mu, who gave a smile, sniffed the two unique breaths belonging to Jing Zhixuan, turned around, grabbed the wine glass on the table, rolled it in his palm, and then looked up at Jing Zhixuan.

No one knows how much courage he needs at this point to stop himself from planting it.

Maybe he would plant it in Jing Zhixuan's arms and then be pushed away by him.

As he was when he chased him.

"Jing, Jing Xuedi," Su Mu's eyes were hot, and he looked into Jing Zhixuan's deep pupil, where the depth seemed to **** his soul: "I respect you."

Su Mu said raising the U-shaped wine glass in her hand, waiting for Jing Zhixuan and He Wenzhuo to react, closed her eyes and raised her head to pour two or two liquors into her stomach.

Hot and hot.

"!!!" Jing Zhixuan's eyes flashed a shivering chill, and the line of the corners of his lips became cold, but he didn't stop it. He just looked at Su Mu's beautiful neckline opened by raising his head. A drop of wine running down the corner of his lips stretched into his V-neckline.

The light of the clear sorrow then became cloudy.

"I. Fuck!" He Wenzhuo took the wine glass in Su Mu's hand in a half-beat, and the wine glass was empty. "You don't want to live anymore, drink white wine on an empty stomach, be patient!"

"Hmm ~" Jing Zhixuan snorted in a voice heard only by He Wenzhuo and Su Mu, then raised the wine glass in his hand and drank.

His tyrant gold master, as always, is sick and sick.

Su Mu ignored He Wenzhuo's growl, and looked up at Jing Zhixuan's throbbing throat when she was drinking.

His heartbeat speed keeps rising with the speed of Jing Zhixuan's drinking, and he has a shameful reaction.

This is the body's most faithful memory of Jing Zhixuan.

Fortunately, a small bud bud can not support any big outline.

Su Mu's soft waist meowed and bowed backwards. His man, no matter what he did, was handsome.

Although, the man's eyes were always cold and ruthless.

But he still loves the person in front of him very much. After five years of separation, his feelings continue to increase.

After Jing Zhixuan finished drinking, he squeezed the empty wine glass with his thumb and forefinger and handed it to Su Mu in front of him and turned half a circle.

This is his habit after drying wine.

"!!!" Su Mu hurriedly retracted her gaze and lowered her head, before pursing her lips to say anything, she saw the pair of hand-made custom-made leather shoes rotating on the light-readable floor.

Then, Jing Zhixuan turned without hesitation ...

As soon as Jing Zhixuan left, Su Mu's eyes were empty, and her body was instantly paralyzed.

Weak is like being severely beaten by Jing Zhixuan. But, no.

Moreover, even the air seemed to be pumped away with Jing Zhixuan's departure. Su Mu gasped for breath, but was still bored. He held the handle of the chair and watched as Jing Zhixuan walked further and further away. In the back, the pain in his eyes was broken.

"Oh," He Wenzhuo grinned twice, and pulled Su Mu's arm to help him sit down. "Mnai approves, he can pretend to be stronger than in earlier years."

Jing Zhixuan froze slightly, Su Mu hurriedly retracted her eyes and held He Wenzhuo's wrist: "Don't say it."

"Huh, do n’t say it, do n’t say it, when people are poor kids, they will be singing to Tiange every day, do n’t say they are big bosses now, do n’t blame it!” He Wenzhuo did n’t sit down and took Su Mu directly. A small porcelain bowl, filled him with a bowl of West Lake beef wonton, and sat down in front of him: "Hurry up, drink wine, uncomfortable in the stomach?"

"..." Su Mu shook her head blankly, picked up the spoon in front of her, and scooped a spoonful of numbness into her mouth.

I don't know what to eat.

No matter how warm the porridge is, it won't warm his cold body.

At this moment, his heart seemed to be torn by something, and the painful desire lost his intuition.

After drinking this bowl of porridge, just leave with He Wenzhuo.

"Mu Mu," Su Mu's feelings for Jing Zhixuan, how he did not know He Wenzhuo for a few years, he looked at Su Mu worried and said: "Mu Mu, are you ... okay."

"..." Su Mu shook her head again, and the whole person was stunned.

"Mu Mu, don't do this, or we won't finish the bowl of porridge, let's go, I'll take you to eat ..." Before He Wenzhuo's words, his cell phone rang, it was Huang Jiayi's special ringer sound.

He Wenzhuo snapped his phone and said, "Fuck it, check your sister's post!"

He Wenzhuo patted Su Mu's shoulder and got up and said, "I'm going to answer the phone first, let's go when I get back."

"... Um." Su Mu sounded like a mosquito.

"Hey," He Wenzhuo covered his mobile phone mouth and ran into the microphone, his voice was almost overflowing, "husband ..."

As soon as He Wenzhuo left, Su Mu's tears dripped into the Xihu Beef Steak.

There was no sound, but a small vortex sputtered, and Su Mu's heart hurt more and more.

Every minute is suffering.

It is the love of thinking, the desire to refuse, the inaccessible but retreatable love, the torment of a variety of injuries and pains.

Su Mu couldn't drink, everyone he knew knew, including Jing Zhixuan.

One is skin irritation, and the other is one on your head.

Fortunately, since Su Ying was born and went through a ghost gate, his physique has changed a little, and his skin will not be as delicate as before.

After drinking a few spoonfuls of beef ravioli, the spirit of the wine was probably on the head. Su Mu felt that the seeds in her head were getting bigger and heavier, and her mood became more and more uncontrollable.

Consciousness is gradually withdrawn from drunkness and pain.

"Master Jing, I heard that you returned to China to run a large multinational company this time. It's great. I don't know if I have a major in economics and trade, have you been blessed?" 嘤 嘤 嘤 ~

"Of course," Jing Zhixuan's voice is different from the gentle and elegant just now: "This is my business card, welcome anytime."

"Well, brother Jing Xue, what else do you want?" Another female voice slammed into the hair: "You can't be partial."

"Haha, how can we have sister Liu Xue ..."

Not far away, those swearing and swearing swear words came, and Su Mu was trembling with hands and feet, and she wanted to pull up the long hair of the pretentious base women!

... but only to let Xin Shengsheng dig a large piece with a blunt knife.

Blood dripping.

Once, Jing Zhixuan was confessed by a schoolgirl, Su Mu rushed directly to the Jing Zhixuan's collar, dragged him to a small bamboo forest behind the dormitory, and coerced Jing Zhixuan to the wall. , Crazy dear ...

At that time, they were enthusiastically entangled in the little bamboo forest where someone might pass by at any time.

Jing Zhixuan was very powerful. He had just bitten a mark on Jing Zhixuan's neck, and then he was lifted up by Jing Zhixuan against the wall. The two slender beauty was taken high by Jing Zhixuan to his shoulders. .

It was the first time he felt the fiery, powerful and fierce from this cold ascetic man.

That kind of Jing Zhixuan was like Chinese medicine, and the tyrannical factors hidden in the depths seemed to be blown out at once, like a beast.

In the end, he was relieved by Jing Zhixuan lying on the wall, his body was soft and muddy, his legs trembled, or Jing Zhixuan was holding him upstairs.

When asked, Jing Zhixuan said that he was suffering from heat stroke.

But now, his body is almost so hot that he is on fire, and ...

He can no longer pull Jing Zhixuan out of the pile of Sao butterflies, and then grab him, find a place without people, and--

He turned back to the sky.

He arrogantly waved his boundless jealousy (sweat).

Ha ha.

I do n’t know if Jing Zhixuan bent his lips to the nymphs and showed a charming smile. Will he open his arms to them tonight, hug them with his arms, and burn Warm them with his heat, love them with ruthlessness, ruthlessness, and love with him, and smash the phoenixes all night.

Unbearable sore nose!

Su Mu closed her eyes and supported the edge of the table with her hands, standing tremblingly.

The clear laughter in the ears was blurred, and the tables, chairs, and people in front of them all became halo color blocks.

Piece by piece, all lost their original shape.