Chapter 285 Can't Stop
Jiang Qilan read her Moments one by one as if he had discovered a treasure.
[Blow up X milk tea, it’s delicious! Unfortunately I need to lose weight! ]
Jiang Qilan silently memorized the name of the milk tea.
[I like the new swimsuit so much, it makes me look very white~]
Cheng Ling smiled like a kitten, with curved eyes, clear collarbone, and surging waves...
Jiang Qilan secretly saved it.
Then, the next one:
[Wow, Bai Muchuan is so good-looking! His abdominal muscles must feel good to touch. ]
Picture:
Bai Muchuan is showing off his skinny bean sprout-like figure.
“Kacha——”
Jiang Qilan’s poor mobile phone, under the owner’s amazing grip, the screen cracked.
Although reason told Jiang Qilan that Cheng Ling was mentally ill at that time...
But, it was still very unhappy.
This guy named Bai, whose chest and abdominal muscles combined are less than two taels of meat, is also embarrassed to show off his figure?
Jiang Qilan couldn't help but lift up the hem of his shirt, slightly tensed, and his eight-pack abs were clearly defined, and his mermaid line was buried in his belt.
Not bad, right?
But Cheng Ling never showed any sign of coveting his figure...
Or did Cheng Ling like Bai Muchuan's type?
Jiang Qilan was not happy, and continued to look through Cheng Ling's circle of friends.
Not long after.
[Brother Yan Bin is so manly! Heart.jpg! ]
Picture:
A male star with wheat-colored skin, full muscles like a bullfrog, and untidy beard was lying on a beach lounge chair basking in the sun.
Jiang Qilan:...
This kind of bodybuilder... can't withstand a punch from me.
Jiang Qilan continued to look down.
One after another.
Finally, he stopped.
He couldn't bear to look.
His phone was cracked in several holes.
They were all xx brothers, but he only had the word "brother".
And what type did Cheng Ling like?
Muscular type?
Sunny type?
Or white-cut chicken?
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The next day was Friday.
Friday was a special day for Jiang's father.
Since his wife gave up the family and returned to work, they agreed to call each other every Friday night at 8 o'clock.
Ji Chengyue had thought about divorce.
But Jiang's father refused with a tough attitude.
"I was a staunch non-marriageist, but I had the idea of getting married after meeting you." Jiang's father said, "Unless... you have a new goal, I will let go."
Their marriage has been maintained until now with weekly phone calls (often absent).
Ji Chengyue has struggled in his heart over the years.
But, just like that story:
After the tide receded, a little boy was saving stranded fish on the beach.
Passersby laughed at him, who cares?
The little boy said while picking up the fish: This little fish cares, and this little fish also cares.
She is that little boy.
She can't stop.
Jiang Zhenguo understands.
But he is not without emotions.
He is a big man, and it is so difficult to raise two children.
What's more, his wife's job is too dangerous.
Just like this time when she lost contact inexplicably, he was really worried.
He couldn't be completely relieved until he heard his wife report that she was safe.
If Cheng Ling's information was accurate, then his wife had arrived in Mexico for three days.
Today, Jiang Zhenguo did not work overtime until late at night as usual, but packed up and went home at six in the evening.
After a simple meal, he sat down next to the landline in the study and waited.
This time, he was not waiting for the call alone.
Jiang Qiyun was there too.
It can be seen that he was very nervous.
Jiang's father reminded him again: "Remember what to say and what not to say?"
Jiang Qiyun nodded: "Remember."
As the two held their breath and waited, the clock pointed to eight o'clock.
The phone was silent.
Jiang's father endured the uneasiness in his chest and comforted his youngest son: "Your mother has a lot of things to do and is often late. Don't worry."
Jiang Qiyun nodded.
His eyes swept across his father's temples.
There were white hairs there.
At 20:12, the phone rang.
Jiang's father picked up the phone almost at the same time as the phone rang.
"Hello." Jiang's father said.
"Old Jiang!" Ji Chengyue's voice came out.
Jiang's father breathed a sigh of relief, and under Jiang Qiyun's expectant eyes, he turned on the hands-free mode of the phone.
"Where are you? Why haven't you contacted me for so long?" Jiang's father asked.
Ji Chengyue immediately noticed something unusual, and she asked sharply: "Your voice is very far away... Is the hands-free mode turned on? Is there anyone around you?"
Jiang's father glanced at Jiang Qiyun.
Jiang Qiyun clenched his fists, he cleared his throat nervously, and whispered: "Mom——"
Ji Chengyue felt that this call was like a thunderclap.
A simple word, full of countless emotions.
Uncertainty, shyness, and deep desire.
Ji Chengyue immediately knew the other party's identity.
It's his youngest son!
Jiang Qiyun!
