C457 (1/2)

Cheng Jinnan looks at each other and smiles.

He touched the bridge of his nose and smiled strangely. ”If you remember correctly, our son Qiao is still a......”

The last word just came out.

Jinboshen only felt a flower in front of his eyes, and then his forehead was hit by something hard.

Qiao Jinglian's face is as beautiful as a bewitching monster under the twinkling light of the private room.

Rao is to see his various styles of Cheng Jinnan three people, also can not help but slightly see Zheng eyes.

Song Yulin narrowed his eyes and cursed, ”depend on it, demon!”

Qiao Jinglian frowned and curled her mouth, not to be denied.

Looking at the dead look of him with his head down again, Cheng Jinnan shakes his head.

Look at Song Yulin and Jin bochen.

Song Yulin made a gesture to him.

Then he pulled his shirt and went to the front door of the private room.

Qiao Jinglian squinted at him, pursed her red lips without making a sound.

Then the position around him sank.

Cheng Jinnan put his hand on the sofa behind him and said something in his ear.

Qiao Jinglian's deep Phoenix eyes are slightly crossed, and her thin lips are even tighter like petals.

Light raise head, cold quiet stare at Cheng Jinnan, Feng Mou suddenly a squint, cold Yi, ”you her mother just can't, your family can't!”

Cheng Jinnan sweated, but he didn't get angry. He said seriously, ”lotus, if you are ill, we have to treat......”

”Get out of here!” Qiao Jinglian's beautiful face is black, almost kicking people!

”Don't tell me!” Cheng Jinnan smiled and put his arm on Qiao Jinglian '

”Who said no, you forgot the sunset...” Jin Bo Chen lit a cigarette and put one leg on the tea table in front of him. He seemed to say something easily.

The voice fell.

The private room was suddenly quiet, so quiet that they could not hear each other's breathing.

Jin Po Chen's smoking action froze, his eyes flashed a little annoyed, and looked at Qiao Jinglian, who was still sitting in the neck down position, and said angrily, ”sorry Lian.”

Qiao Jinglian's eyes flashed with pain. He didn't speak, but leaned over and picked up the cigarette box and lighter on the tea table. His long fingers could not wait to draw a cigarette from the cigarette box and light it.

Less than three, a cigarette burned out at his two beautiful fingertips.

Then he took out another cigarette to light it and took a deep breath.

Thick smoke came out of his red lips.

Set off his beautiful face in a distant and lonely way.

Cheng Jinnan frowns and worries, ”Lotus...”

”I'm fine.” As a result of heavy smoking, Qiao Jinglian's voice was surprisingly hoarse.

He looked at the chagrined Jinbo Chen across the eyes, ”many years of friends, not to.”

Hearing this, Jin Bowen breathed softly.

Puckering his lips, he didn't know what to say for a while.

They several, to the sunset in Qiao Jinglian heart in which position, has been more confused.

When they were at school, they saw him bullying sunset with their own eyes, but also saw him protecting sunset with their own eyes, secretly watching sunset in the dark.

They joked several times and asked him if he liked sunset.

He is just ruffian pick lips, smile a face rippling said, ”she, my.”

At that moment, they are willing to believe that Qiao Jinglian likes sunset.