This Warm Marriage is Bone-deep Sweet

   Chapter 1790 The second uncle is really in good shape!

  Not much trouble, Ling Wanxing and Huo Zhuyan came to the restaurant downstairs of the hotel.

  Since it was just after eight o’clock, they sat opposite each other and ate their breakfast silently.

  At this time, Ling Zihuan, who was in Su's house, got up early.

After inquiring about the servant,    ran directly to Qiao Mu’s guest room.

  They are going out to play this morning, and Mommy said to take her to Beicheng Old Street for a stroll.

  The little girl always thought of her second uncle, she didn't even eat any food, and planned to wake her second uncle first.

  She dashed to the door of the guest room and listened to her ears.

  But there was nothing moving in the room, and the little girl guessed that the second uncle might not be awake yet.

  Thinking about it this way, Ling Zihuan was born out of guts, snickered and twisted the handle, wanting to go in and give his second uncle a morning service.

  Fortunately, the door of the guest room is not locked.

  Ling Zihuan quietly pushed open a gap, peeping through the gap.

  But, I didn’t see anything clearly.

  The curtains in the guest room have excellent shading effect, and she can only vaguely see a bulging figure on the bed.

  Ling Zihuan wrinkled her brows, crept into the guest room, and gently closed the door.

  She stood on the spot and rubbed her hands, then rushed towards the big bed, and shouted, "Second Uncle, get up!"

  The decibel of the little girl's screaming was a bit high, she screamed while running, and when she rushed to the bed, she jumped forward on her tiptoe, and the result...I just smashed into Qiao Mu's arms without any partiality!

   "Hmm..." Ling Zihuan's nose slammed into Qiao Mu's chest abruptly, and she gasped in pain.

  In fact, when she opened the door, Qiao Mu knew it.

  So when the little girl rushed over, he suddenly sat up from the bed and caught her leaping figure.

  At this time, Ling Zihuan was half kneeling by the bed, being held in his arms by Qiao Mu, still rubbing his nose.

   "Second Uncle, when did you wake up?"

  The little girl asked angrily, still with water in her eyes.

  The next second, as she gradually adjusted to the darkness in the room, she realized that the man holding her...was not wearing a shirt.

  Ling Zihuan’s face was pressed against the skin on his chest, his eyes blinked, and he couldn't help touching it.

   really slippery!

  Qiao Mu, who was too late to speak: "..."

   He lowered his eyes to look at Ling Zihuan’s dazed expression, raised her chin, and forced her to look up at him, "I ran to make noise early in the morning. Have you had breakfast?"

  Ling Zihuan’s thick eyelashes trembled, shaking his head while fiddled with his hands, his eyes kept looking down...

  Second Uncle’s figure is really good!

  The texture is distinct, does not appear bloated, and the lines are particularly beautiful, and it feels slippery.

  Ling Zihuan kept pressing his eyelids and looked down, turning a deaf ear to Qiao Mu's inquiry.

  The little girl finally avoided his hand, and then buried her head and looked at his figure.

  Curiosity, everyone has it!

  What's more, her second uncle's body is such a good figure!

  Ling Zihuan couldn't help but want to get started when she looked at it. She lightly painted Qiao Mu's collarbone with her fingertips, and poked it pretentiously.

  Slowly moved his gaze down, walked to the position of his left chest, and paused suddenly.

  Ling Zihuan moved forward, looked at Qiao Mu again, rubbed his fingertips to the two-centimeter scar, bit the corner of his mouth and said, "Second Uncle, this is where I was injured before?"

   "Hmm." Qiao Mu answered, a little thirsty inexplicably.

  The head in front of him has been swaying right and left in front of his chest, and the slightly messy hair ran across his chin from time to time, like a cat's paw, making him itchy.

  (End of this chapter)