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

The next day, Mr. Xiaofeng's long morning exercise was interrupted again.

Jiang Che woke up early in the morning, woke up at 5:30 for two consecutive days, but why is he still in good spirits!

Now that you're awake, let's find dad to play! So Jiang Che lifted the quilt, got up and went to the master bedroom.

But the door of the master bedroom was quiet, probably because his parents hadn't woken up yet, so he tiptoed to unlock the door.

But... the door was locked!

He twisted the doorknob again in disbelief, but! Really can't open it.

Jiang Che looked at the door that separated him speechlessly, his brows wrinkled into a ball.

Parents always taught him that children can't lock the door when they sleep, but they lock it themselves.

Hmph, he must be afraid that he would disturb them.

Jiang Che stared at the door depressedly for a long time before going downstairs puffing out his cheeks.

Although he was the one who woke up early, his parents were really unreliable.

Jiang Che silently came to the living room, and turned on the TV with snacks in his arms.

The two people in the room didn't realize that Jiang Che had rushed to nothing.

Last night, outdoors and indoors, all the way.

Jiang Anzhi squeezed it almost crazily, making up for three months of labor at a time.

When Feng Lan first woke up from sleep, she felt a warm force rubbing her back non-stop. The familiar smell of Feng's Dieda Wine filled her nose, and the tense muscles on her body gradually became loose. Under the strength, she couldn't help falling asleep again.

Until those hands slid onto her buttocks and stayed there for too long, she finally regained her clarity.

Turning around, she saw Uncle Jiang sitting next to her, holding Laofeng's medicinal wine in his hand.

"Are you awake?" Jiang Anzhi was in a good mood: "I pushed your back for you, do you feel much better?"

"You..." Feng Lanchu silently pulled up the sheet to cover herself.

This guy... If he hadn't pinched and touched her butt, she wouldn't have believed it.

Jiang Anzhi blinked innocently, the greasy touch of his fingertips was still there, and the corners of his mouth hung high.

Feng Lanchu looked at the time speechlessly, it was already half past eight.

Guessing that Jiang Che was already awake, she stretched out her foot and kicked Jiang Anzhi.

"Is your son awake?"

"Probably." Jiang Anzhi nodded, and took her ankle and rubbed it.

"Probably?" Feng Lan was speechless at the beginning: "Your son would cry to death knowing."

After hearing this, Jiang Anzhi laughed softly, and suddenly moved to Feng Lanchu's side, pressed her down with the quilt on, and kissed her on the cheek a few times.

Before Feng Lanchu could resist, Jiang Anzhi got out of bed consciously, and walked briskly to the bathroom.

After being kissed, Feng Lan looked at Jiang Anzhi who was suddenly convulsed and fled suddenly. What's wrong with Mr. Jiang?

Silently got up and rummaged through the pajamas to put on, Feng Lanchu went to the bathroom.

At that time, Jiang Anzhi of Zhilan Yushu, who was sought after by thousands of fans, was standing naked by the sink and brushing his teeth.

Feng Lanchu felt his eyes burning in an instant, and quickly withdrew, taking a pair of underwear from the closet and throwing it to him.

"Put it on quickly!" Feng Lan closed her eyes blindly at first.

Jiang Anzhi with a toothbrush in his mouth: "?"

He is in his own home, he wants to get close to nature.

But seeing Mr. Xiaofeng's blushing, ah no, blushing little face, Jiang Anzhi silently took the underwear and put it on himself.

Seeing that someone barely had a fig leaf, Feng Lanchu breathed a sigh of relief, and educated her earnestly.

"You're like this...what if Jiang Che comes in."

"I'm locked." Jiang Anzhi answered it as a matter of course.

"..." Feng Lanchu.

All right, Uncle Jiang won.