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!The man was wearing a bright-colored, khaki windbreaker today. As far as his knees, he had originally turned his back to her, as if he suddenly felt her arrival. He suddenly turned around, curled his lips, and looked at her with a smile.

Ling Sheng watched the snow fluttering, the man's prosperous beauty that became more and more charming, he was idiot, and ran over with excitement.

Jun Shiyan looked at the little girl like a bird coming out of a cage, and flew over happily and lightly. When he reached him, his feet slid suddenly, and he fell into his arms and encircled his waist. , With a small face buried on his chest, panting.

Ling Sheng was buried in his arms, feeling the hot temperature from the man's body, stretched out his little finger to poke his chest, and said sweetly, "How to wear red?"

Jun Shiyan curled her lips and smiled, lowered her head slightly, and gently brushed the snowflakes off her head with a big hand. Perhaps she hadn't spoken all the time, and her sexy voice was somewhat dumb: "Your cheering color."

The breath he exhaled was hot and itchy in her ears. He looked up at him and smiled, blinking: "Come here, I'm not afraid my dad will see it!"

Jun Shiyan met the little girl's bright eyes, and his voice was low and pleasant: "Fear."

Ling Sheng was afraid that you hadn't finished speaking yet, so someone grabbed her little hand and ran her on the road.

Xu Xi drove the car and followed the two of them, watching them run wildly in the heavy snow like an elopement, leaving two strings of footprints, one large and one small, in the snow, looking very pleasing to the eye.

Hey, he abuses him every day as a single dog. Isn't a single dog worthy of being a human?

Ling Sheng was hot when she ran, and she didn't want to run. There were too many clothes. Grandma was afraid that she would catch a cold, so she covered the inner and outer layers.

Jun Shiyan looked at the fine sweat from the little girl's nose, squatted in front of her, and looked back at her: "Come on!"

Ling Sheng jumped directly on his back. The man's back was thick and strong, and he hooked his neck. Hehele: "Are you not working today?"

Jun Shiyan: "Yes."

Ling Sheng is a good and considerate girl: "Then you still come here, when I get home later, you can go to the company, have you eaten? I have biscuits, chocolate, melisu, and potatoes in my bag. There are so many more."

She seriously suspected that her son had packed all his own snacks in his schoolbag. There were only a few math books and a few exercise books, but they were very heavy.

"I didn't eat breakfast." Jun Shiyan was planning to have breakfast with her, who knew she had already eaten.

Ling Sheng touched it for a long time, took out a bag of small bread, opened it to feed him, bite by bite: "Eat more and you will have strength."

"Oh." Jun Shiyan replied softly, tilting his head slightly, and he could see the little girl on his back. All the beauty in the world was not as good as her smile.

This is the best morning he has spent in his lifetime.

Ling Sheng made an appointment with the teacher, and met at 7:50 under ten buildings, but it was all 45, and no one who looked like a teacher came over.

It was snowing and it was the New Year's Day holiday. Everyone was probably sleeping late. Except for a few people who walked by occasionally, the road was quiet.

Ling Sheng grabbed his feet and wanted to look a little further: "San Ye, do you think it was the teacher who got lost? There should be a traffic jam on the snowy road."

Jun Shiyan gave a hum, slightly curled his lips, glanced at the watch on his wrist, there were still two minutes before the time was up.