Auntie Went Down To Raise Her Cubs, But She Was a Sensation!

  Chapter 13 Call Me Brother Jing Chen

  Yan Jingchen’s Junyan could hardly hold up to collapse. The knife in his arms was hot and anxious at this moment, but he was damned unable to move.

   "Good grandson, fetishism is nothing." Lin Jian, like a competent aunt, pulled the quilt and whispered comforting: "But don't hug the one who has been cut, because it is easy to reincarnate if you are not careful."

   So, with a flick of his fingertips, the sharp-cutting blade became blunt, and it was estimated that the paper could not be cut.

   Confirmed to remove the danger, Lin Jian contentedly blew the whistle: "I am in good shape, and my aunt is very satisfied."

  After finishing speaking, she returned the same way, turning over the window neatly and disappearing into the night with her Eagle Owl.

  Well, unconsciously, perfect!

  Lin Jian was so satisfied, she didn't know that she had just left, and the people behind him opened his eyes.

  The first thing Yan Jingchen did when he opened his eyes was to glance at the dagger. The sharp blade was really blunt. The little girl had such a high level of Taoism when she was only 16, and she really couldn't tell.

   Turned around and picked up the incense burner to open it. It was burning with something as transparent as fish scales, the size of the nails, almost no smell, and the burning was very slow, it is estimated that it can be half a month.

  The heavy body can feel the wisps of relaxation, and even the struggling and desperate mood after thinking of the death curse is relieved a lot.

  Although I don’t know if it can save my life, I can be sure that this thing is somewhat useful to him.

  It seems that what my grandfather said is wrong. What a helpless little poor boy is really wrong.

   took a deep breath and got up and stood up. He opened the curtains and he could see the dark night. The figure had long since disappeared, but the faint fragrance of the girl still remained in the air.

  Fetish?

Ah…

The man squinted his eyes, the whole body exuded a dangerous smell, the dim light reflected a **** figure, the perfect skeletal texture, whether it was shoulders, waists, and waists were full of temptation. He combed his hair with one hand and brows. Staring coldly at the distant darkness.

  Not a fetish, nor a good grandson, little girl, you can call me brother, Jingchen brother.

  Early in the morning, Yan Zongchen rushed to my dear grandson’s house, and yelled as he walked in the door: "Asshole thing, the only way to the Lin’s house is that you missed it. You didn’t even get the little uncle!"

The man at the table was refreshed, and the nightmare that had been bothering him was because the things in the censer disappeared. Yan Jingchen held the coffee cup, his long legs overlapped arbitrarily, and his slender fingertips were cold. He glanced over here. Facing Yan Zongchen's angry face.

   "Hey, what's wrong with your head?" Old man Yan was taken aback, but he quickly checked but was avoided by Yan Jingchen, his voice was even lighter: "Car accident."

   "What!" The old man was furious: "Who would dare to rear-end our car? Still hurt my dear grandson like this?"

  Hearing the words Good Sun, Yan Jingchen's eyebrows twitched almost undetectably, he hooked his fingertips, and suddenly said, "Lin Jian."

   "Huh? What's wrong with Xiao Shishu?" Yan Zongchen looked concerned, as if Lin Jian was his grandson.

  Yan Jingchen didn’t say anything afterwards. He wiped his mouth and stood up gracefully: “There’s still something to do with the company, I’m leaving first.”

   "Hey, wait! I'm here to talk to you!"

Yan Jingchen's feet kept on, and the old man had to chase him all the way, but how could he chase Yan Jingchen with his old arms and legs, he could only shout loudly: "Babbit, you can go to my uncle for a walk, do you know? Sooner or later, remember to have tea. Greetings, if you are okay, make a call and ask for warmth. When the weather is windy, rainy, and the temperature changes, you must give a greeting. Also, if you can make a phone call, don’t send text messages!!"

  Yan Jingchen paused, then turned back quickly: "Grandfather wants me to marry her?"

  "I'm pooh!" Yan Zongchen sipped: "Pull it down, you are not good enough for my little uncle!"

  Yan Jingchen:...

  Who is your grandson? ?

  (End of this chapter)