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Chapter 1242 Jiaqi is Chengfan's mother

Meng Chen curled his lips, raised his hand, and placed his palm on her hair.

It was obviously a gentle gesture, but the words that came out of his mouth were very harsh: "But your brain is not working well."

"..." Xiao Zi instantly became furious and pushed his hand away, "mmp!"

"..." Meng Chen's mouth twitched, "You can't curse."

"I just scolded you, what's wrong?"

"No, you can scold me. If you want to scold me for a day, I will scold you for a day. If you want to scold me for the rest of your life, I promise not to talk back."

"Whether you can come out of prison alive or not is a question for the rest of your life? Do you know what a lifetime is?"

These three words sound light, but they mean responsibility.

"With you, I will live forever." Meng Chen raised his hand and gently touched her eyebrows.

Under the dim light, a rare resentment condensed between her brows, like lilac, which could not be dissolved or dissipated.

Meng Chen's warm palm caressed the tip of her brow, and his fingers lightly passed over her, showing tenderness and pampering.

There was a deep look in his eyes.

He looked at her intently.

Xiao Zi was stunned for a moment, then raised her head in surprise and looked at his face.

In the dim light, his face with clear features and deep edges was very attractive.

Meng Chen looked like this, making Xiao Zi unable to lose his temper.

No one knows what will happen in the future.

Meng Chen's hand gradually moved down, holding her face with his fingers. The next second, he turned his head and kissed her red lips.

Due to the weather, their lips were very cold.

Even if it is collided or crushed, the temperature will not rise.

She still had the scent he was most familiar with, like gardenia, fresh and strong, making him intoxicated and unable to wake up.

A dream like this.

He didn't want to wake up from this dream.

In Xiao Zi's ears, the only sounds left were Meng Chen's breathing and the sound of rain outside the window.

Endlessly entangled.

After a long time, he let go of her lips, reluctant to let go.

But his hand still fell on her face, touching her gently without moving away.

There was only a few centimeters between them, and on the dim balcony, their figures overlapped and followed each other like shadows.

Xiao Zi is shorter than him and has a bit of stubbornness in her eyes.

Meng Chen, on the other hand, always looked at her with doting tenderness.

"I'm leaving, you stay in Qiao's house." Meng Chen stroked her face.

"Are you leaving or not?"

"You are not familiar with the capital, so don't run around. If a stranger comes to Qiao's house, remember to call me."

"How long will Master Qiao stay in court?"

"At least 48 hours."

"Can I go in and have a look?"

"No one can enter during the interrogation."

"Han Yun, this beast, really deserves to be cut into pieces by a thousand cuts." Xiao Zi cursed in confusion.

"Qiao was taken advantage of and was very passive." Meng Chen also had deep helplessness on his face.

"Leave Qiao Zhai to me, I will take good care of it."

"Well, if you have any questions, ask Butler Sun, she is still here."

Xiao Zi nodded.

She has been to Qiao Zhai and knows that there used to be many servants here and it was very lively.

But now, it's empty and empty.

"Remember to call me if anything happens." Meng Chen warned, taking his big hand away from her face.

"I'll ask you another question. You have to answer me honestly this time, because I already know the answer." Xiao Zi looked into his eyes.

"Huh? What's the problem?" Meng Chen looked into her bright eyes.

"The best time is Chengfan's mother!" Xiao Zi's face was serious and serious.

Meng Chen laughed suddenly.
Chapter completed!
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