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Xiaoyan frowned, went to pull Han Qing's hand and asked him what was wrong with his mouth?

Han Qing looked at the little girl in front of her. She had a bathing cap on her head. She had a white face, and her eyes were clean and bright. She looked like a little fool who didn't know anything about the world.

Some helpless, Han Qing can only hold her hand, "this room has only one bed, you move next door with me."

Smell speech, small Yan Leng in place, feel as if he was hit, otherwise how can there be so many stars in the brain?

But Why did Han Qing suddenly let her move to a room with him? Can we say that their conversation was heard by Han Qing? No, it's impossible. Why is that?

It's a pity that Xiao Yan wanted to break his head and still didn't think of a reason.

Han Qing has already looked at Lin qin'er, his tone is polite and distant.

"Miss Lin, please don't worry. Since we have already taken care of this matter, we will send the Buddha to the West and deal with the matter. You can live here peacefully these days. If you need anything, you can call room service."

After that, Han Qing left the room with a suitcase in one hand and a little girl's hand in the other.

Bang!

When the door of the room was closed, he stood in the same place. Lin qin'er clenched his fist in anger, and his pretty face lost all his blood!

Damn man! How dare you not give her face! She also took Xiaoyan away, as if she was a terrible monster!

Lin qin'er was so angry that he wanted to smash the things in the room, but after thinking about it, he restrained himself. No, she wants to calm down, that man is not in the pool, where is so good to lure? It takes a lot of thought to get him. She needs to calm down and find a way.

She can't go back to that terrible man, or else waiting for her is endless abuse, and this time Han Qing is her goal.

As for that Zhou Xiaoyan, ah, it's just a stinky girl who makes her uneasy with a few words. What's the qualification to rob her?

At the thought of this, Lin qin'er sneered at her lips.

On the other side, Xiaoyan was foolishly led by Han Qing, and soon went to the next room. When she went in, Han Qing took her shoes and changed them for her. Then she went in with her suitcase.

Xiao Yan looks down at the slippers on her feet, and they are not fit

Well, however, she followed Han Qing's heels, watching him put his suitcase in place, and couldn't help pulling the corners of his clothes.

Han Qing just put the suitcase away, turned to see the little girl standing behind him, holding the corner of his clothes with one hand, and looked up at him eagerly. His clear eyes were full of doubts.

He raised his hand and nodded her head. "Why?"

Xiaoyan pursed her lips and blinked her eyes: "you know that."

"The hair is still wet, not going to blow dry?"

Xiaoyan obviously doesn't care about this problem. Now she is more concerned about another problem, so she stands still. Who knows the next second, Han Qing clasps her wrist, "go blow your hair first, don't catch a cold."

So Xiaoyan can only be pulled by Han Qing to blow her hair. Originally, she was going to blow it by herself. Unexpectedly, Han Qing actually started for her.

So Xiaoyan sat in the chair obediently, and Han Qing blew her hair for her. It was probably a little nervous, so Xiao Yan's legs were close together, and her little hands were upright on her legs.

"What's the matter? How do I feel You don't seem to like that Lin chin'er? "

Endure for a long time, Xiao Yan hesitated to ask this question.

The people behind did not have any special reaction, but spoke faintly: "after all, it's a stranger, you live with her, it's not safe."

It seems reasonable to say so, but Xiaoyan intuitively things are not so simple.

"Is that all?" She asked with a wink.

When the wind stopped, Han Qing arranged her hair in a low voice: "otherwise, what do you want?"

"Er..."

Xiaoyan did not respond, Han Qing suddenly leaned close, put his chin on her shoulder, warm breath poured on her neck, "as if I want to bring you here, is this OK?"

“……”

At this moment, Xiaoyan is about to faint.

Because Han Qing said this sentence in her ear, and his voice was deliberately lowered, so it was very dull, like a burning knife running through the throat, especially strong.

With her eyelashes blinking, she fell back under the control of Han Qing, and fell straight into Han Qing's arms. Soon, her eyes were black, and her kiss with Han Qing's unique cool breath was covered like this.All of them belong to Han Qing.

Because of the posture problem, Xiaoyan can only be forced to tilt his head and pillow on Han Qing's thigh, so Xiaoyan can clearly see that Han Qing is bending over to kiss.

She blinked her eyelashes, at this time, I really want to sigh, waist strength is very good.

A pain on the lip, Xiao Yan came back to her senses.

Han Qing fingertip flicks her forehead lightly, the eye ground of Qing run took wipe helpless, "this time still has the mind to wander, want other?"

"Er..." Small Yan Du Du lips, complaining: "I don't mean to be distracted."

Who makes his waist more attractive?

"Not on purpose?" Han Qing slightly narrowed her eyes and gently squeezed her lower jaw close to her: "so you mean I'm not working hard enough? That's why you want to think about something else? "

Listen to words, small Yan fiercely stare big eyes, "just did not! I don't think so! "

Then, as if to prove herself, she suddenly stood up from his arms, but because of the excessive force, she directly hit Han Qing's chin. She was scared and quickly sat back, but because of the wrong posture, Han Qing pulled her hand to pull her back, and then they both fell on the big bed behind.

Bang bang!

Han Qing's back hits the soft bed, while Xiaoyan falls on Han Qingjian's chest. In contrast, Xiaoyan is hit and hurt.

Because of the pain, when Xiaoyan raised her head, she was suffering from a small face, and the excellent atmosphere was destroyed by her.

"It hurts..." Xiao Yan looks at Han Qing's wronged Baba tunnel.

Han Qing:

This silly girl.

Wen Xiang is in her arms, and there are only two of them around. She has a wonderful atmosphere and space. But she tells herself that it hurts. What else can Han Qing do? Can only reach out to rub her head, quietly asked: "hit where?"

Don't ask good, a ask small Yan face is red, she is facing him to bump down, still can hit where? Finally, the little face was so red that she could only say, "I hit my face!"