Transmigrating: I Married the Male Protagonist’s Uncle

She felt that she was a little overestimating her charm, San Ye would not do this for herself!

The cameraman was still waiting at the door, and she hadn't packed her things, so she had to go back quickly.

"San Ye, then I'll go first." Ling Sheng walked to the door, turned around, looked at him seriously and exhorted, "When you go out next time, you must let Assistant An accompany you, do you know? ?"

Jun Shiyan suddenly felt that her expression and tone were as if she were talking to a child. Is he so worrying? He nodded, feeling very obediently: "Yeah."

"Then I'm leaving." Ling Sheng turned around.

"Wait a minute." Jun Shiyan suddenly called her, and her slender white fingers clasped her wrist.

Ling Sheng knelt down and raised his head slightly, and saw the man's white fingers suddenly appear in front of him, and a cool touch came.

Jun Shiyan wiped the dirt on her cheek very seriously, her voice was a little hoarse, with a clear smile: "Dust."

Ling Sheng didn't know what he was going crazy, so suddenly he stroked his masked face. The tentacles felt cold. She asked, "Can I take a look?"

"You will be responsible to me when you see it." Jun Shiyan asked with a smile, "Do you want to see it?"

Ling Sheng hurriedly withdrew his hand like an electric shock, his face was a little red, and his eyes were a little dodging, and he stammered: "I...I haven't thought about it yet."

Inner nature is at war.

moron!

Idiot!

look!

Didn’t you decide long ago that you want to seduce San Ye?

But San Ye let her see.

She was suddenly timid again.

Jun Shiyan looked at her tangled little appearance, low laughter overflowed from her chest, gently rubbed the dirt on her face with his fingers, and said in a deep voice: "Don't worry, you think slowly."

Ling Sheng raised his head, his bright black eyes were warm and shy.

Jun Shiyan looked at her pure eyes, delicate nose, and moist red lips. He breathed a little for a while, acting before reason, and couldn't help it.

Ling Sheng suddenly widened his eyes, watching the man's eyes magnify straight in front of him, his heartbeat stagnated, and he froze in place nervously.

In the end, Jun Shiyan restrained his inner impulse, with slender fingers like jade, gently picked up the strands of hair she scattered in front of her eyes, and pinned them behind her head.

Ling Sheng suddenly had some inexplicable contacts in her heart, and she didn't know what she was expecting.

Will he kiss her?

Ahhhhh!

Certainly not!

What are you thinking about?

Are you going crazy!

Jun Shiyan clearly caught the girl's momentary loss of eyes, and reflected on whether his actions were too gentlemen?

An Yan tidied up her things, and when she passed the window, she happened to see Jun Shiyan approaching Ling Sheng.

Going to kiss!

Going to kiss! !

No, those who are excited are not good.

The master is the master, if you don't make a move, you will take the person down as soon as you make a move!

Who knew that the master stopped suddenly and got people's hair.

Those who hate iron but not steel grind their teeth.

Dear!

Hesitate!

Don't come when you can't miss it!

So the father who eagerly wants to chase the little girl, how can he become an innocent gentleman in this kind of thing?

"Go back and rest early." Jun Shiyan looked at the little girl, his long and narrow eyes full of doting.

"Yeah." Ling Sheng walked to the door and heard the man's mellow and clear voice again: "Good night."

Ling Sheng didn't look back, smiled and curled the corners of his lips, and raised a hand: "Good night."