The Great God Lives Next Door: Strongly Doting on the Cute Wife

Chapter 180

Alas, forget it.

No matter how used to it, he is still his gentle mother, who told him to be so fond of his mother?
On the other side, Qian Jingyu drove Wang Yue back on the road.

Driving on the road at a steady speed, Qian Jingyu held the steering wheel with one hand.The other rests on the door panel.

The cool evening wind blew in through the window, blowing up the broken hair on Qian Jingyu's forehead, as well as Wang Yue's long hair.

Qian Jingyu stopped at a red street light intersection, and Qian Jingyu looked at Wang Yue who was sleeping soundly beside him.

The moonlight shone in from the car window, and the fluff on the white face was visible, and the slightly curled eyelashes were neatly arranged one by one.

The alluring red lips are more and more intoxicating in the quiet night.

Lost in Qian Jingyu's eyes, Qian Jingyu's eyes darkened.

I sighed slightly in my heart, seeing that I couldn't eat it, it was really annoying.

The street outside is at its busiest time of night.

The evening wind blew up the fallen leaves on the side of the road, revealing... a sense of desolation.

Desolate, Qian Jingyu smiled lightly.

how could be?My girl was right in front of him, and that was enough for him.

It would be even more satisfying if you could take it home.

He rolled his hands around Wang Yue's scattered long hair, wrapping it around his little finger.

It looks like a silk thread that can't be removed no matter how you manage it.

The car started again. Qian Jingyu had been to Wang Yue's home, so he had no intention of waking the girl up.

By the time we got downstairs, it was already very late.

Qian Jingyu bent down and picked up Wang Yue, and walked to the girl's apartment based on his memory.

When they arrived at the door, Qian Jingyu whispered slightly: "Yueyue, it's time to wake up, you're home. Where's the key?"

Qian Jingyu's soft voice made the sleeping Wang Yue not want to wake up.

Helpless, Qian Jingyu had no choice but to call out a few more times, her soft voice was like whispers between lovers.

In the end, Wang Yue couldn't resist Qian Jingyu's insistence, muttered, and unconsciously pointed to the blanket on the ground.

Qian Jingyu sighed, really sleepy.

Kneeling to hug Wang Yue, she opened the blanket and took out the key that was covered.

After opening the door, Qian Jingyu glanced around, confirmed the approximate location, and then gently and slowly brought Wang Yue close to her bedroom.

He didn't look carefully at the girl's bedroom, but gently put her on the bed.

I didn't turn on the light and looked at the girl carefully by the moonlight.

Sitting on the edge of the bed, Qian Jingyu carefully traced the outline of the girl.

Smiled lightly, you little heartless person, you can fall asleep so soundly when someone is around you, what if you meet bad people?
As if responding to Qian Jingyu, Wang Yue snorted softly.

Seeing this, Qian Jingyu's smile deepened.

Lifting his slender fingers, he gently pinched Wang Yue's nose.

Her breathing was hindered, Wang Yue opened her lips slightly, her white teeth dazzling under her red lips.

Qian Jingyu's eyes darkened, and all the studies in his body were flowing and boiling, and finally gathered in one place.

What a nasty little leprechaun!

Let go of the hand pinching his nose, and shift position to pinch his fair face instead.

The touch of his hand made Qian Jingyu playful, and his strength gradually increased, until a red spot appeared, and Qian Jingyu let go of his hand.

It was getting late, Qian Jingyu got up and glanced at Wang Yue, and couldn't bear it anymore, so he leaned over and kissed Wang Yue's forehead.

Originally, she wanted to kiss the red lips directly, but Qian Jingyu did not dare to underestimate Wang Yue's influence on her self-control.

Gently closing the door of Wang Yue's bedroom, Qian Jingyu paced into the living room.

The huge image still hangs on the wall, with white hair flying in the air.

Qian Jingyu walked up to the image, raised his hand to stroke it lightly, his eyes were as still as a pool of stagnant water.

(End of this chapter)