Chapter 162 Are you not afraid of me taking action?

"Is your little aunt such a person?" Chen Qingcang said carelessly.

Chen Yichen could see that his third uncle is a madman in his wife protection, so he would definitely not admit that Qiao Xueyuan deliberately cheated him.

"Uncle San, the tricycle is out of power, what should I do now?" Chen Yichen was in tears.

"Find a place to charge, or contact Chen Hai and ask him to give you a backup battery." As soon as Chen Qingcang finished speaking, he saw Qiao Xueyuan coming out wrapped in a bath towel. "The spring night is short, don't call us again."

Chen Yichen looked at him and hung up the phone, and was a little crazy.

The couple went to love, and he was still feeding mosquitoes by the quiet lake!

Chen Yichen looked at the parking lot security room not far away and pushed the tricycle over with effort, pushing it all the way and thinking: "It's hard to raise a woman and a villain!"

At this time, in the Jingshui Lake villa, Qiao Xueyuan suddenly sneezes. She looked at Chen Qingcang, "Husband, who called just now?"

"Yi Chen found that the tricycle was out of power." Chen Qingcang's handsome eyes narrowed dangerously, and his scorching gaze was frozen on Qiao Xueyuan's shoulders.

Qiao Xueyuan didn't notice Chen Qingcang's expression at all. She wrapped her hair with a quick-drying towel and said, "No wonder I sneeze, it must be him scolding me."

"You are an elder, and he dare not scold you." Chen Qingcang put down his cell phone and walked towards her.

"You...why are you so close? I...I'll go back to the guest room to change my clothes." Qiao Xueyuan finally realized the danger and turned around and wanted to run away.

Before he could take two steps, Chen Qingcang hugged his slim waist.

Qiao Xueyuan's whole body stiffened, "Chen Qingcang, let go, I...I'll go change my clothes."

"What clothes do you have to take off later? Why do you have to do that?" Chen Qingcang tightened his arms, and her soft body pressed against him.

Qiao Xueyuan's heart pounded, and two red clouds immediately floated on her face, which were red to the ears.

Today is the Chinese Valentine's Day, and the Cowherd and the Weaver Girl both met. Will she still refuse him?

Chen Qingcang felt the tension of her body, and her little hands clenched into fists. It was obvious that she was very nervous. Although she tried her best to restrain herself, she did not refuse his intimacy.

Chen Qingcang's head was placed on her shoulders, kissed her round shoulders, and said gently: "Xueyuan, don't leave, I want to be with you tonight."

"I...I...my hair hasn't dried yet, I'll blow my hair." Qiao Xueyuan found a reason randomly.

"I'll blow for you." Chen Qingcang said with a smile.

"I...I want to drink water." Qiao Xueyuan's face turned red with shame, and she had obviously guessed what Chen Qingcang wanted to do.

"I should drink on such a day, I'm ready." Chen Qingcang said that, and picked her up and walked towards the balcony.

The spacious balcony is covered with high-end carpets, the sobering bottles on the low table contain red wine, and white iris petals are floating on it.

Two red wines are placed side by side, like a couple snuggling together.

Chen Qingcang hugged her, sat down on the carpet, and gently wiped her hair.

Qiao Xueyuan looked at him with concentration, and Chen Qingcang was particularly gentle tonight.

Maybe it's because today's days are special, maybe it's because they resolve the misunderstandings and get closer to their hearts.

Qiao Xueyuan picked up the lighter, lit the aromatherapy candle, and then dimmed the light in the room.

"At this time, some concert will make you feel more atmospheric." Chen Qingcang reached out and touched the player's remote control on the sofa.

The music sounds, which is a familiar melody, which is a classic old song, Anita Mui's "Intimate Lover":

The wind is still blowing tonight. I think of you so gentle. Life is particularly relaxing. It’s not that there is no trace, I just think of you too strong, so how can you dream of you all the time?

I am not lonely with you on the road of love. You are so kind to me. This time I am really different. Maybe I should be good and have you, just like you have been waiting for me.

Dear, close lover, thank you for being with me for so long. Dear, close lover, this is the most exciting time in my life...

"Do you like the song I chose?" Chen Qingcang asked with a smile.

"I like." Qiao Xueyuan smiled gently.

"Xueyuan, this is the most exciting time in my life. Only you can give me this feeling." Chen Qingcang gently lifted her hand and kissed the back of her hand.

Qiao Xueyuan suddenly felt something more on her left ring finger. Just as he let go of her hand, she saw the ring.

She had dreamed that he knelt down with a ring and proposed to her, and put a ring on her own.

This ring specially customized for her was kept in the drawer for some time, and she had been waiting for Chen Qingcang to wear it for her with his own hands.

She didn't expect that the day would finally come.

On such a special day, there are romantic candlelight, gentle music, fragrant red wine, and the men she likes.

She stared at the ring on her hand and really liked it.

She liked it not because the diamond was very big, but because it was worn by Chen Qingcang personally.

"The ring is so beautiful." Qiao Xueyuan said excitedly.

"Do you like it?" Chen Qingcang looked at her with a smile.

"I like it as long as it is given to you, thank you husband." Qiao Xueyuan threw herself into his arms and hugged him tightly.

Chen Qingcang gently hugged her, let her sit on his lap, and kissed her white and tender cheeks, "Pour wine, Chinese Valentine's Day, I want to have a drink with you."

When talking about the wine, Qiao Xueyuan's little face turned red. Last time she coaxed Chen Qingcang to drink the wine, and tampered with it in the wine glass, but he saw it through and was caught.

"You prepared the wine this time, I didn't touch it." Qiao Xueyuan smiled and poured two glasses of red wine.

"Aren't you afraid that I will do anything?" Chen Qingcang looked at her with a smile.

"You won't." Qiao Xueyuan picked up a glass of wine and handed it to him.

"Believe me so much?" Chen Qingcang smiled happily.

"Well, you are my husband. Apart from my mother, you are the best person to me in the world." Qiao Xueyuan held his arm and intersected with his arm holding the wine glass, "Happy Chinese Valentine's Day, Husband."

"Happy Chinese Valentine's Day." Chen Qingcang smiled and picked up the wine glass and drank it all in one go.

Qiao Xueyuan saw that he had drunk all the wine, and she also drank all the red wine in the glass, "It's very delicious, what kind of wine is this?"

"This wine has a very nice name, called Baima." Chen Qingcang smiled and handed the empty wine glass to Qiao Xueyuan.

Qiao Xueyuan poured him another cup, "Prince Charming?"

"Maybe!" Chen Qingcang gently shook the red wine in the cup. The white horse red wine was purple-red, with a dense and soft texture, and a very good taste.

"The taste is very good, I like it." Qiao Xueyuan also poured himself a cup, and then gently touched Chen Qingcang's cup, "I respect you, thank you for your tolerance and care for me. You are a very good husband."

"I pushed you out of the car, and I was emotionally out of control and almost killed you. Don't you hate me?" Chen Qingcang looked at her little face without a trace.
Chapter completed!