Chapter 152: Preventive measures

When she got to the front, the little girl didn't notice her, she was peeling the sweet potatoes very seriously. The sweet potatoes should be very hot. She changed hands from time to time, blowing her breath.
When the umbrella reached the top of her head, the little girl suddenly raised her head, the expression on her little face turned into a surprise after a moment of surprise, with a crisp sweet voice: "San Ye, you haven't left!"
"Wait for me?" Jun Shiyan's voice was a little hoarse. Seeing the little girl's sweet smile, her moose-like wet eyes, her heart instantly softened into a pool of water.
"I'll give you something delicious." Ling Sheng gave the sweet potato in his hand to his mouth like a treasure, his eyes flashed with bright stars: "You really have a good mouth, you just came over after you peeled it off."
The moment I saw him, my heart was full.
It turns out he... didn't leave without saying goodbye.
Jun Shiyan didn't go to the ground. His slender fingers clasped the wrist of the little girl Haobai, and his voice was distressed: "Go home and eat."
I don’t know how long she squatted under the eaves. Her clothes were wet by the incoming rain, her long hair was also wet, and her slender eyelashes were still covered with crystal droplets, soft and small. Cute and distressed.
Ling Sheng nodded hurriedly: "If you come back later, I'll finish the meal. You came back by choking time!"
Jun Shiyan shook his head: "If I know you are here, I won't go out."
Ling Sheng's heart suddenly missed a beat. In order to cover up his gaffe, he pretended to hold up the basin on the ground calmly: "Then what did you do?"
It's over!
What if she is going to be picked up?
Are you old men so good at teasing?
"Meet the local leaders, I am going to donate money to build roads." Jun Shiyan took the pot in the girl's hand, looked at the contents in the pot, and frowned slightly: "This is sorghum?"
Ling Sheng shook his head hurriedly, smiled mysteriously, and picked up a sweet stick like a little fox: "It's not sorghum, it's a good thing!"
The two entered the house.
Ling Sheng was pressed directly on the sofa by Jun Shiyan, wiped her dirty hands when peeling sweet potatoes with a wet tissue, and carefully blown her hair with a hairdryer.
Ling Sheng's heartbeat was a little chaotic. The gentle movements of the man made her heart tickled, like a small deer, her ears were a little hot, and she raised her head slightly and whispered, "San Ye."
"Huh?" Jun Shiyan stretched the ending with a single word. His mellow voice was a bit hoarse, but incredibly sexy.
Ling Sheng couldn't help but swallowed, seeing the man's slender neck and rolling larynx, inexplicably dry mouth and tongue: "I'm fine, and I'm not getting wet."
"Don't move." Jun Shiyan was very serious, tapped her smooth forehead lightly with his fingers, and let out a low laugh: "This is to prevent it from happening."
Ling Sheng's heart became uncontrollable again. He looked at him with bright black eyes and opened his mouth, but he didn't know what to say: "Oh!"
Jun Shiyan looked at the little girl's obedient appearance. She was so soft and uncomfortable. He really wanted to hug her, how could she be so obedient and so cute.
After drying his hair, Ling Sheng took off his shoes, sat cross-legged on the sofa and gnawed away the skin of the sweet stick before handing it to Jun Shiyan. His eyes narrowed into a beautiful Yuewaner with a look. Expectation: "San Ye, you taste it."
Jun Shiyan looked at the top of the sweet stick, and the little tooth print that the little girl gnawed out with Xiaomi Yaken. It was very cute. After a bite, his eyes lit up: "Sweet."