Transmigrating: I Married the Male Protagonist’s Uncle

Biquge www.xbiquge.cc, after the fastest update of the book, I married the protagonist and his uncle's latest chapter!Ling Sheng did not live in the hotel arranged by the program group, but stayed in the presidential suite of Jun Shiyan.

Early the next morning, he was hooked up by the fragrance, got out of bed in a daze, half-squinted his eyes and ran over the fragrance, leaning against the kitchen door frame.

In the kitchen, a man is cutting vegetables. Ruyu's fingers are holding a small handful of young green onions. She has excellent knife skills, and her eyes light up.

Admired.

What kind of fairy man is this!Can even cook.

"Go wash first, and breakfast will be ready soon." Jun Shiyan put down the kitchen knife and put the shallots on the chopping board into the bowl, looking at the little girl's bare white feet from the corner of his eye, frowning slightly: "Put the slippers on. Come on, be careful of colds."

Ling Sheng lay on the door frame, staring at the man in front of him without blinking, his eyes were full of admiration, and he wanted to ask what else you can't do!

Jun Shiyan sighed and smiled helplessly. After wiping his hands, he walked forward, bent over and picked her up, his low voice with a smile: "Is he sleeping stupid?"

Ling Sheng shook his head hurriedly, his soft and sweet voice was hoarse, and he looked at the man in front of him seriously: "San Ye, what else can you not?"

Jun Shiyan thought for a while and said, "Please please your dad."

If you haven't studied before, it may take some time to adapt, and he may not do well. He will always work hard.

Ling Sheng felt sweet in his heart, coughed lowly, and gave him tips: "You can consider to please my grandpa and grandma first, my dad is not important."

As long as grandparents nodded and agreed, her father was really nothing. If he dared to say something, grandpa would have to smoke him.

"I remembered." Jun Shiyan smiled cheerfully, lowered his head and dropped a feather-like kiss on her forehead, his thin lips lightly opened: "Good morning."

Ling Sheng was stunned for a moment, hooked the man's neck, aimed at his lips, and quickly touched it, jumping off his arms and ran, ran to the bathroom door and said loudly, "This is the morning. Ann!"

Jun Shiyan laughed, laughter spread from his chest, his slender fingers touched his lips, and he turned and took the slippers.

Ling Sheng patted her little heart, looked at the flushing face in the mirror, and swallowed involuntarily. Facing his prosperous beauty in the morning was a test of her self-control.

Next to it is the toothbrush, couple models, cups and towels are also couple models, hers are pink, and Sanye’s is white.

Just squeezing toothpaste, I saw the man coming from behind with a smile on the corners of his lips, holding double-pink slippers in his hand, squatting down beside her, gently holding her feet, and stuffing them in.

Ling Sheng's heartbeat was fierce, his eyes were slightly obsessed with the man, and he smiled softly: "Thank you Sanye."

Jun Shiyan touched her shoulder, told her to stand aside, and picked up the toothbrush and started brushing her teeth.

The two stood shoulder to shoulder in front of the mirror and brushed their teeth. Ling Sheng was wicked and pointed at Jun Shiyan, with a frothy mouth in his mouth: "Don't move."

Jun Shiyan frowned slightly, his movements stopped, looking at her startled look, not knowing what she was thinking.

Ling Sheng had sly eyes, stood on tiptoe and wiped the foam around his mouth, then laughed out loud and asked him: "Grandpa, how old are you this year?"

Jun Shiyan looked at the little girl who was smiling smugly, and said solemnly: "Grandma, you can't even remember the age of your husband now?"

Ling Sheng coughed and coughed, bent over, and changed his old voice: "People are getting old and have dementia. You said you are my husband? Why don't I remember?"

Jun Shiyan looked indulged in his eyes and played with her: "The toothbrush in your hand, the shoes I bought, the shoes I bought, the pajamas, and your people are mine."

Ling Sheng couldn't help but laughed, brushing his teeth, and began to worry: "San Ye, you said that when I get old in the future, I really have Alzheimer's. What if I don't remember anything?"

Jun Shiyan's voice was gentle: "It doesn't matter, I will make you fall in love with me once a day."