Chapter 1110: Baby Falls From the Sky

Chapter 1110 A baby falls in the air

When Zhao Jianhui's car arrived under the office building rented by Zhao Xiaoting, he saw a large group of people gathered in front of the building. Because thousands of bright red roses were placed directly opposite the door of the building, the circle formed by the crowd was relatively large. The man whom Zhao Xiaoting called a mangy dog ​​was wearing a white suit, holding a loudspeaker and shouting something upstairs with a "flat" demeanor.

Yes, it means "Bianbian", not "Pianpian". What a shame! !

Zhao Jianhui couldn't help but want to laugh after hearing this. He didn't know which book he copied the love words from. He might not have memorized them well. Sometimes he would stop and look at the manuscript in his hand. His expression , no matter how you look at it, it looks like the rat poison I saw selling rat poison in the market when I was a child.

However, there were many white-collar girls who were so moved by him that they cried while waving their little fists and cheering: "Come on, handsome guy."

"Marry him, marry him..."

"Hey, if your crush really doesn't want it, can you change it to another one?"

"It's so touching. If someone is willing to buy me so many roses, I will go up tonight..."

This scene made Zhao Jianhui dumbfounded. He drove the car into the basement and called Zhao Xiaoting to ask her to come down. After more than ten minutes, Zhao Xiaoting was wrapped up like a woman from a certain sect, wearing a windbreaker and a headscarf, trembling with fear. I walked out of the elevator in shock.

The fifth floor of Building 3 of Rong Jinyuan was originally one of the places that Zhao Jianhui asked Sun Liyun to buy for him to meet his lover. Now it has become Zhao Xiaoting's "home". This is the first time Zhao Jianhui has come here since Zhao Xiaoting moved in. Unexpectedly, she has decorated this place like her own room in Hong Kong, with creamy yellow wallpaper, beige curtains, and even the leather sofa in the living room is the same color. .

Seeing that Zhao Xiaoting was still covering her head in a daze after entering the door, Zhao Jianhui couldn't help but feel funny. He pulled her to sit on the sofa, gently took off the headscarf for her, and said with a smile: "We're at home now. What are you doing covered up? Don’t you feel hot?”

Zhao Xiaoting reached out to unbutton her windbreaker, stretched her legs and kicked off her high heels, then curled up on the sofa, her head resting on Zhao Jianhui's thigh, and said softly: "You still make fun of me, are you afraid that I can't resist the temptation of that mangy dog?" Run away?"

Zhao Jianhui gently stroked her beautiful lavender hair and was speechless for a moment.

"Brother, what are you thinking about?" Zhao Xiaoting turned her delicate face and looked at Zhao Jianhui and asked. Zhao Jianhui shook his head and sighed at Zhao Xiaoting: "Well, I was thinking that Li Dingming is actually very romantic. This is the most proud thing for a girl. Unfortunately, I can't give it to you... …”

"Brother, what are you talking about? You don't know. Since we... Get down." Zhao Xiaoting's face was pressed tightly against Zhao Jianhui's thigh, and one arm hugged his waist tightly. It seemed that Zhao Jianhui stood up and ran away.

It was getting dark outside. Zhao Jianhui picked up the phone and called Dafeng to tell him that he would not go back tonight. Zhao Xiaoting, who had been listening carefully, raised her head in surprise, but still asked in disbelief: "You, do you have any plans for the evening?"

Zhao Jianhui nodded slightly.

The look on Zhao Xiaoting's face dimmed. At this moment, she really wanted her man to stay by her side. Zhao Jianhui stretched out his hand to pinch her pretty face and said with a smile: "Tonight's plan is to eat you!"

Zhao Xiaoting pursed her lips and smiled, dazzling like a peony blooming. She jumped off the sofa lightly, her milky white socks stepping on the floor, and said with a little joy: "I'm going to take a shower."

Zhao Jianhui smiled evilly: "What do you want to do? I'm hungry, let's go cook."

Zhao Xiaoting turned around and gave Zhao Jianhui a roll of her eyes: "It's best if you don't have the strength. Huh, don't toss me for a while." Zhao Jianhui chuckled, stood up, and followed into the bathroom. Immediately, Zhao Xiaoting's cooing could be heard in the bathroom.

Sometimes he is helpless when there are too many women. During this time in Dongyang Kingdom, because of Long Lingyun's presence, he had not touched Zhao Xiaoting for "a long time". As soon as she hugged Zhao Xiaoting's soft waist in the bathroom, she could no longer suppress the desire in her heart. The final result was that traces of the battle between the two were left everywhere in the bathroom and on the sofa.

Perhaps, it should be said that it is the trace of Zhao Jianhui torturing Zhao Xiaoting.

Although Zhao Xiaoting likes to be with Zhao Jianhui, she is also most afraid of moments like this. Every time she is crazily conquered by Zhao Jianhui, Zhao Xiaoting will become weak and weak, and she will be in no condition to work. She can't rest for three to five days, and Zhao Jianhui is lingering, Zhao Xiaoting is loved and hated at the same time.

During this period of time, after fully tasting the gentleness of Long Lingyun, the elegance of Dafeng, and the crazy charm of Michiko Ikeda, lingering with Zhao Xiaoting gave me an indescribable taste.

If Long Lingyun is the sweet spring water, Dafeng is the gentle spring breeze, Michiko Ikeda is like the violent storm, and Zhao Xiaoting is with a bit of seductive flame, thinking back to the time when several completely different beauties expressed their love in her arms. The difference, that feeling, itself makes Zhao Jianhui feel elated, a little evil, a little guilty, but these negative emotions add an indescribable pleasure to Zhao Jianhui.

Maybe all men are like this. Those who gossip must be those who are incompetent and say sour grapes before they can eat them.

At first, Zhao Xiaoting was able to change her ways to please Zhao Jianhui, gently clamping Zhao Jianhui's calf with her delicate and sexy snow-white feet. When Zhao Jianhui sprinted, her long nails tightly grasped Zhao Jianhui's buttocks, giving Zhao Jianhui the most enjoyable enjoyment. But in the end, she could only collapse on the bed like water, letting Zhao Jianhui do whatever he wanted, while Zhao Jianhui hugged her curled up body tightly and watched her eyes dim with tears as he sprinted hard.

Especially at the most critical moment, Zhao Xiaoting closed her eyes slightly and shouted in a very touching voice: "Brother, brother, please slow down..." Whenever that person heard Zhao Xiaoting make such a sound, Zhao Jianhui was stunned. It felt like a great enjoyment. At the beginning, Zhao Jianhui felt guilty for being with Zhao Xiaoting, but after "getting used to it", it was Zhao Xiaoting who made Zhao Jianhui feel the most happy.

The big bed upstairs creaked happily, the woman's coquettish murmur, and the man's passionate breathing were intertwined. Under Zhao Jianhui's conquest, Zhao Xiaoting's pink face turned crimson, and her starry eyes seemed to be closed. Her brows furrowed slightly and her red lips trembled. When she began to clumsily shake her pink buttocks to meet Zhao Jianhui's impact, Zhao Jianhui felt his head buzz. The feeling of slowly transforming a young girl into a charming young woman is truly unforgettable and unique...

Early the next morning, Zhao Jianhui was not in a hurry to go to work, but went to the kitchen to make a bowl of egg noodles. He personally carried it to the beige bedroom upstairs and fed Zhao Xiaoting breakfast. Although Zhao Xiaoting looked depressed after being tortured to death by Zhao Jianhui last night, she felt sweet in her heart as she enjoyed Zhao Jianhui's rare tenderness.

After Zhao Xiaoting finished eating, Zhao Jianhui kissed her gently on the forehead and whispered: "Just stay at home and rest. Don't go to work today. I'll wash the dishes and then go to work. I'll see you again in the evening..."

"No, you'd better find Sister Yu or Wen Jing tonight." Zhao Jianhui's last words startled Zhao Xiaoting. This bad brother has basically been idle all night. Why is he still swollen? Again, I won’t be able to bear it.

Seeing her a little scared, Zhao Jianhui also felt that he was a little bit overwhelmed by the rain yesterday, and he didn't know how to cherish the beauty and pity the jade. He stretched out his hand and touched her little face, and couldn't help but smile: "Oh, you little girl, you are no longer the young and sentimental girl you once were. I like it in my heart. I just don't do anything and just stay by your side. It’s also good…”

Seeing Zhao Jianhui about to walk out of the room, Zhao Xiaoting seemed to suddenly remember. She was lifted up holding a towel and asked: "Brother, I almost forgot, what should I do about that mangy dog? I can't Are you always avoiding him?"

"Avoiding him? Why are you hiding from him? Haha, I'm afraid he will avoid you even if you call him from now on." Zhao Jianhui blinked, said with a smile, and closed the door. Went out.

Zhao Xiaoting was lying on the bed, a little surprised at first and couldn't understand. However, thinking about Zhao Jianhui's style, how could she let other men harass her? Yesterday when he was hugging himself on the bed and tossing him hard, he didn't know how his minions would torture the mangy dog.

I don't tell myself these things because I don't want to worry about it. In fact, why does this somewhat naughty brother need to worry about what he does? Zhao Xiaoting couldn't help but giggle when she thought of this, covered herself with a quilt and continued to sleep. He said it was impossible to do anything after coming up tonight, even thinking about it with his toes. It's better to be mentally prepared to deal with his endless demands, otherwise - call Dongfang Wenjing after waking up?

Thinking of this, Zhao Xiaoting couldn't help but blush! !

However, she didn't know that Zhao Jianhui was downstairs, and his legs were caught by another thing, but he couldn't leave.

Zhao Jianhui finished washing the dishes, hummed a tune and went downstairs. He took out his key and pressed it twice. The black M6 sedan in front of the building made two cheerful beeps.

This car was bought by Ye Qiuyu specifically for Zhao Jianhui's use. It was usually parked in Yurun Xinghui's garage. Every time Zhao Jianhui wanted to use it, he would first ask the driver to take him to the basement of the hotel, and then drive the car himself. The car goes out. It's a bit troublesome, but extremely secretive.

Just as Zhao Jianhui walked quickly to the car, he saw several pieces of women's underwear floating down in front of him. He was surprised when several children's cries came from above his head. When he looked up, he saw a three or four-year-old child. The child floated down from an upstairs window...

I still have a little chest tightness and cough, and I no longer have a fever or dizziness. Thank you to my friends for their care. This book will not be affected.