My Best Actor Ex-Husband and I Became A Role-Model Couple

Jiang Anzhi leaned against the hot spring, put his hands on her lap, and danced on the slippery calf with his fingertips.

His hair was slightly damp, his thin lips were slightly rosy from the steam, his slender neck was well defined, his Adam's apple slipped occasionally, his chest muscles were beautifully lined, without any excess fat.

Handsome and lustful.

Feng Lan's heart skipped a few beats when she first saw it.

Jiang Anzhi turned his head slightly and saw his wife's cheeks flushed with obsession, he couldn't help but curled his lips slightly, and asked seductively.

"How do you like it?"

"Uh?"

Feng Lan was caught as a nympho for the first time, and shook her head in embarrassment.

She's not a pervert, she's just beautiful, cough, don't like it or not.

Jiang Anzhi rested his chin on her knee amusedly, with a sincere face: "I'm asking if you like the fish pond I contracted for you. What did Teacher Xiaofeng think of it?"

"..." Feng Lanchu.

At the moment, I just want to find a hole to get into.

Uncle Jiang came to play tricks on her again, it's abominable.

"I like."

Unexpectedly, Jiang Che happily patted the water at the other end of the hot spring and answered loudly, and after a while he swam up to the couple, his fleshy body still squeezed into Jiang Anzhi's arms: "Father, I really like it, Wudi likes it. "

While speaking, he smacked Jiang Anzhi's face a few times, and Jiang Anzhi's face was also covered with saliva.

All of a sudden Jiang Anzhi's charm turned into warmth.

The actor smiled helplessly and hugged the little boy: "We will come to the hot spring in winter."

"Okay, okay, can I invite Xiaozhuo to play together then?"

Jiang Anzhi nodded: "As long as he is free."

"Father, you are the best." Jiang Che continued to circle around Jiang Anzhi's arms happily.

The little kid was singing and dancing in An Zhi's arms, enjoying peace and harmony. When he knew that his father was going back to work and he would not see him for a year or so, he would probably cry down the Great Wall.

Feng Lanchu secretly shook her head in her heart, feeling the love for Young Master Jiang.

Forget it, let him have a good time for a few days.

After soaking in the hot spring for a while, worried that Young Master Jiang couldn't bear it, Feng Lanchu forcibly fished him up.

Mr. Jiang, who was wearing only a pair of swimming trunks, was soaked red all over, and the powder carved jade was very similar to the essence of ginseng in the mountains.

Feng Lan smiled and helped him wipe his body and change his clothes. Jiang Che didn't struggle, but just looked greedily at his father who was still in the hot spring.

"It's okay, let's soak again after dinner."

Feng Lan saw his nostalgia at the beginning, and touched her head to comfort: "It is correct to soak less often."

After being told by Ms. Xiaofeng, he was also relieved, and started developing new toys in the courtyard.

Half of the courtyard is a hot spring, and the other half is a garden with swings.

Jiang Che ran to swing on the swing.

Feng Lan glanced at the time for the first time, it was past four o'clock in the afternoon, and it was almost time for dinner.

She patted Jiang Anzhi on the head: "You take care of your son."

After that, he got up and went to make dinner for the father and son.

The kitchen of this house is similar to that at home, at least the furnishings and utensils are similar.

Feng Lanchu soon realized that this place should be Jiang Anzhi's handwriting, and maybe he specifically told Cui Ximing to make it one-to-one according to the furnishings at home.

Although An Zhi's paranoia has been consistent for ten years, it has indeed greatly facilitated her.

At least there is no need to re-adapt to the environment, and you can use it directly by copying things according to your usual memory.

Thinking about it this way, An Zhi's paranoia is still beneficial, and she finally knows what it means to feel at home.

Although in a guest's house, it is completely as comfortable as my own home.

Teacher Xiaofeng didn't know that this mountain was indeed An Zhi's "own home" bought for someone.