Mister Li, the Heart Bandit

Chapter 35 Are you a pig, am I a pig?

Inside the Asakusa Villa.

Ji Weixi originally intended to go upstairs to see if his son was asleep, staring at the reduced version of Li Shaoling, his eyelids were getting heavier and he fell asleep.

Jiang Cong welcomed him: "Boss, you are back."

Li Shaoling swept around without seeing the shadow of Ji Weixi, his eyebrows frowned instantly: "What about Ji Weixi?"

Shouldn't the woman who said hit her stay well?

Jiang Cong said, "Miss Ji, she's with Master Xiao upstairs."

Li Shaoling's brow gradually stretched, his heart relieved.

It seems that he thinks too much.

The bedroom door was opened, and the sight was warm.

The curtains in the room covered the incoming sunlight, a little dim.

On the big bed, the little boy was drooling, his limbs were facing the sky, his posture was quite unsightly, he didn't know what to do with his dream, and he smiled.

Ji Weixi was lying next to him, curled up, and clenched his fists on his side, like a baby.

Her skin was delicate and fair, and her skin could be broken. Her curled eyelashes had a clear shadow on her lower eyelids, her pink mouth was slightly stretched, her chest was gently undulating, and she was very well-behaved.

Li Shaoling stared at her pink lips, with a dry mouth for no reason.

"Boss ..." Jiang Cong whispered, breaking the silence, and suddenly cast a knife-like look on Li Shaoling.

He shut up immediately and closed the door.

Well, just like this, the absolute wife and slave did not run away.

Li Shaoling sat by the bed and looked at it so quietly.

He looked at a woman for so long for the first time, his body was a little sore, but he didn't dare to move, for he was afraid that the noise would disturb the mother and son.

Ji Weixi is dreaming. The protagonist in the dream is Li Shaoling?

Li Shaoling turned into a hot dish of amaranth, with a pitiful look to let go.

How could Ji Weixi spare him easily? He couldn't help but pour him all into the hot pot. When he heard the screams of weeping and crying, she laughed and laughed.

Li Shaoling listened to Ji Weixi's weird laughter, and her hair was straight. Who did she dream of?

In his dream, Ji Weixi sandwiched the cooked Li Shaoling in chopsticks. She said, "Li Shaoling, you are dead!"

Seeing that the food was getting closer to her, when she was near her mouth, she was suddenly awakened by a chill.

Ji Weixi opened his eyes unpleasantly, wiped the saliva on his lips, and ran into the dark and cold eyes when he raised his eyes.

She was frightened and rolled to the ground, making a "beep--" sound.

"His, it hurts ..." Ji Weixi held tears in her eyes.

Li Shaoling was holding her shoulders, and hugged her face down against the coffin.

The look was extremely resentful.

"You are neurotic, why do you pretend to scare me!"

Ji Weixi stood up limping, Li Shaoling grabbed his long arm, and she fell directly on his thigh.

"Let ’s go!" Ji Weixi was ashamed and angry, and didn't dare speak too loudly, afraid that his son would wake up.

Li Shaoling raised her chin with **** and said coldly, "I'm dead? Ji Weixi, you're so brave!"

He heard it, and it seemed that it was not safe to dream.

Ji Weixi blinked a few times: "Dream, just don't take it seriously."

But Li Shaoling wanted to take it seriously, he forced her to look at herself: "What's the dream?"

"..." Ji Weixi's eyes rolled around, his brain pondered, "Um ... dreamed ... Actually, it wasn't just me who was talking, just another person in the dream talking, do you believe it?"

Li Shaoling said, ‘Are you a pig or am I a pig? ‘I looked at her.