RPAGF Chapter 432 Weiwei
Chapter 432 Weiwei
Chen Changmin walked into the cubicle, patted Gao Jianxiang's face, and said, "Little friend, don't you like people touching your butt?"
talking.
He placed Gao Jianxiang's arm on the toilet seat, then closed the toilet lid and sat down on it.
"what--"
Gao Jianxiang felt as if his right arm was about to break, and he screamed in pain.
Chen Changmin deliberately wiggled his hips, exacerbating Gao Jianxiang's pain: "You always like to complicate simple things. Can't we have a proper talk?"
Gao Jianxiang was now powerless to resist, breathing more gas than he could take in.
Chen Changmin pulled down the well water pipe from the toilet, wrapped it around Gao Jianxiang's neck, and yanked hard.
Gao Jianxiang opened his mouth wide and gasped for breath.
Chen Changmin stuffed the end of the tap that was spitting water into Gao Jianxiang's mouth and turned on the tap.
Gululu——Gululu——
Gao Jianxiang was instantly filled with water.
Chen Changmin roared, "Where is Zhang Chen? Where is Zhang Chen? Where is he?"
Gao Jianxiang was completely speechless.
Chen Changmin took out a white handkerchief from his pocket and considerately wiped the water droplets from Gao Jianxiang's face: "Get Eden Zhang ready, wait for my call, understand?"
Gao Jianxiang replied listlessly, "I understand."
. . . . . .
After finishing their Japanese meal, Li Jian offered to take Lin Xiaoye home.
Lin Xiaoye thought for a moment and then agreed: "But I need to pick up my daughter first."
Li Jian shrugged. "It was just something I did."
I drove to the kindergarten gate and arrived just in time for the bloodletting ceremony.
When the kindergarten teacher saw Li Jian next to Lin Xiaoye, she asked, "Is this your husband? He looks so young."
Lin Xiaoye quickly explained, "No, Ms. Yuan, this is my husband's colleague. He just happened to be going the same way and gave me a ride."
Teacher Yuan quickly apologized.
Li Jian couldn't help but glance at Teacher Yuan a few more times, feeling that she looked very familiar, somewhat like the woman whose suitors stretched all the way to France.
Get in the car.
Lin Xiaoye's daughter looked around and touched everything, then asked, "Uncle, is this your car? It's so beautiful."
Li Jian laughed and said, "Is it prettier than your dad's car?"
Lin Xiaoye's daughter nodded and said, "Much prettier. My dad's car is many years old. My classmates' parents all drive Mercedes-Benz or BMWs."
Lin Xiaoye patted her daughter's head: "Alright, you're lucky to have a car to ride in, don't be so picky."
Li Jian laughed and said, "Kids are all like that. By the way, little friend, what's your name?"
The little girl, completely unsuspecting, said, "My name is Weiwei."
“Weiwei, that’s a very nice name. Uncle has a question for you: what does your father do?” Li Jian said.
Vivi said, "My dad is a policeman."
Li Jian then asked, "What a coincidence, your uncle is also a policeman, and he's your dad's colleague."
Weiwei asked, "Why do you drive such a nice car, Uncle, while my dad drives such a lousy car? Also, my dad has never picked me up from school."
Lin Xiaoye scolded, "Don't talk about your father like that."
Li Jian laughed and said, "Children say the darndest things, Weiwei. Your dad is a good person. He's busy with work, so he can't pick you up often. You have to understand him."
Weiwei said, "Uncle, can you come to see Weiwei often in the future?"
Li Jian said, "That depends on what your mother thinks."
Weiwei grabbed Lin Xiaoye's arm and shook it gently: "Mommy, can Uncle come pick me up?"
In front of Li Jian, Lin Xiaoye was caught in a dilemma: should she agree or not?
The white BMW quickly pulled up below the residential area.
The neighborhood is an older type, and parking spaces are very limited.
Under Lin Xiaoye's direction, Li Jian parked the car in Lin Xiaoye's parking space.
Lin Xiaoye said, "My husband hasn't come home yet, so you can park the car here."
Li Jian glanced at the time; it was already dark, and Gao Jianxiang still hadn't gone home.
“Mr. Li, thank you for taking us home. Would you like to come up for a cup of tea?” Lin Xiaoye asked casually.
"Okay!"
Li Jian readily agreed.
what?
Lin Xiaoye was just being polite; she didn't expect Li Jian to actually agree.
Lin Xiaoye said dryly, "Um, Mr. Li, don't you need to go home for dinner? Look, it's already dark. Won't your wife worry?"
Li Jian said, "I don't have a wife."
Lin Xiaoye didn't know what to say, but the words were already out and couldn't be taken back.
I followed Lin Xiaoye upstairs.
It was one of those staircases that required climbing stairs; I climbed a full six floors.
Following behind Lin Xiaoye, Li Jian looked up.
You could see her rounded figure, encased in a skirt, swaying her waist.
Stepping into Lin Xiaoye's home, I found that the space was quite large and very clean.
There was a shoe cabinet in the entryway. Lin Xiaoye took out a pair of men's slippers: "These are new."
Li Jian changed into slippers and sat down on the sofa.
at this time.
Li Jian's phone rang.
The call was answered, and Yang Zhen's voice came through: "Brother Jian, Gao Jianxiang drove to the cemetery."
"To the cemetery? Okay, I got it. Keep an eye on him and report back to me immediately." Li Jian hung up the phone.
Lin Xiaoye tied an apron around her waist and walked into the kitchen, suddenly poking her head out: "Mr. Li, do you have any dietary restrictions?"
Li Jian laughed and said, "Eggplant, green beans, and rice beans—anything else is fine."
Weiwei came over at some point: "Uncle, you don't like eggplant either? I don't like eggplant either, but Mom always likes to make braised eggplant with pork."
Li Jian smiled and asked, "Why?"
Weiwei shook her head: "I don't know either. Every time Mom goes to the market, she buys a lot of eggplants. She says we can't waste them."
Li Jian called out towards the kitchen, "Miss Lin, should we ask when Inspector Gao will be back?"
Lin Xiaoye replied, "No need, he'll call in advance if he's coming back."
"Mr. Li, if you feel bored, you can turn on the TV."
Weiwei acted quickly, turning on the TV for Li Jian. The TV was showing a young Beyond singing.
Vivi frowned and immediately changed the channel, only stopping when she found a cat and a mouse.
Seeing how engrossed Weiwei was, Li Jian got up and went to the kitchen.
in the kitchen.
Lin Xiaoye is cooking.
Lin Xiaoye's silhouette is like a meticulously composed ink painting, with every line perfectly interpreting the gentle charm of an Eastern woman.
She stood in front of the kitchen counter, her slender waist gently cinched by the apron straps, its curves seemingly measurable with two hands, faintly visible beneath her loose loungewear.
The thin string of the apron was tied into a small bow at Lin Xiaoye's lower back, trembling slightly as she chopped vegetables, like a living creature that might flap its wings and fly away at any moment.
The dim light cast a soft glaze over her long, slender neck.
Her fair neck drooped slightly, curving gracefully like bamboo branches covered in fresh snow, with a few strands of hair at her hairline shimmering with a golden glow in the light.