Leng Aojun is three and a half years younger

"Thank you, madam." Several servants were overjoyed, Luo Qingqian went upstairs with the photo, she walked to the door of the study, and knocked on the door.

Unexpectedly, Jun Tingmo was not in the study, but came out from the next room after hearing the voice. Luo Qingqian was slightly surprised, and hurried over: "Why are you here?"

"Little bun." Jun Tingmo made a mouth shape. Hearing this, Luo Qingqian automatically lowered her voice, and gently pulled Jun Tingmo's hand down the stairs.

Luo Qingqian excitedly pushed him to sit on the sofa, and then sat on it herself.

"Ah Ting, I found a treasure just now." Luo Qingqian smiled like a hamster that had been stolen, which made Jun Tingmo's eyes flash with doting.

"What is it?" Jun Tingmo asked her obediently.

The arm has automatically touched Luo Qingqian's waist. The state of the two is very natural, but the intimacy between them cannot be ignored.

This is a natural to casual state, which is enviable and enviable.

On the other side of the stairs, Liang Yingjie, who had just come down, finally couldn't help her eyes turning red when she saw the two of them. She endured it for so long, just to be with Jun Tingmo, even staying by his side , as his left and right hands.

But she wasted the most precious age of a woman, and what did she get?
It was he who brought another woman back, why didn't he just want to look back at her?
Liang Yingjie knew that she was going crazy with jealousy.

The servants who were opposite to her had their own jobs, and not all of them were in the living room, but the news that Jun Tingmo and Luo Qingqian were in the living room quickly spread.

The servants who stood together from a distance had anticipation in their eyes.

Especially after seeing that the young master didn't show any signs of anger, a glimmer of hope rose in her heart.

Here, Luo Qingqian took out her mobile phone preciously, and showed Jun Tingmo her favorite photo.

"Ah Ting, look, does this photo look good to you?"

Jun Tingmo's gaze followed her gaze, and he saw the photo on the phone, and a streamer of light flashed in his star-like eyes.

"It's beautiful." Jun Tingmo reached out, took her phone, and very calmly passed the photo to him.

When Luo Qingqian heard the beep, she covered her mouth and smiled: "Ah Ting, you like it too, right?
Although Jun Tingmo didn't say anything, his actions clearly showed his true thoughts.

After Jun Tingmo saw the smile on the corner of the girl's mouth, he pulled her head over and attached her lips.

After kissing for a while, she didn't give up until Luo Qingqian was so ashamed that she wanted to bury her head in the bottom.

"I love so much."

Jun Tingmo replied hoarsely.

Luo Qingqian covered her face and complained: "I know, you are too bad."

"What's wrong with me?" Jun Tingmo asked very calmly.

Luo Qingqian couldn't answer anything, she resolutely buried her head on the man's chest, and muttered: "I won't tell you anymore."

Jun Tingmo smiled, looked at the girl with doting eyes, and gently stroked her short hair with his hand.

"Ah Ting, I want to post on Weibo."

"Post it if you want." Jun Tingmo's eyes flashed with warmth. The girl is willing to post him on Weibo, doesn't she admit the relationship between the two?
If he said no, no, exactly, he would never say no, because girls were his favorite.

Luo Qingqian didn't just post Weibo casually, after all, it would easily lead to accidents.