Chapter: 3547

Su Nan paused, regained consciousness, and quickly pushed him away.

How could she accidentally find his way?

Fortunately no one came here, she straightened her clothes and paused

"No, I have an appointment with Cicada to have afternoon tea in the afternoon, together?"

Shang Qian shook his head knowingly

"I won't go during your time. I will accompany the children to learn swimming in the afternoon. The coach will come back in the afternoon."

Su Nan raised her eyebrows, why didn't she know there was this amateur training?

"Coach? Professional?"

Shang Qian responded, stretched out his hand to straighten her hair that was disturbed just now, and smiled

"Winning the championship of a world-class swimming competition is considered a professional."

Su Nan froze and looked at him in shock.

Can this be called "still professional?"

Shang Qian's brain circuit is similar to Su Yifeng's. He always feels that his children can develop in an all-round way, so he didn't give up a hobby.

If you can develop, you can develop, if you can't develop, you can find out.

She shook her head, forget it, she didn't want to stay.

"Thank you for your hard work. I'll go up and change clothes."

Shang Qian reluctantly let go of her hand and watched her go upstairs.

When Su Nan came down, she changed into a beige casual cardigan, and she wore a black suspender skirt inside. Her long hair was soft and quiet, and her figure was soft and graceful.

Shang Qian was drinking tea, watching her eyes darken.

Before he could say anything, Su Nan walked over and sat in his arms.

Shang Qian's arms were tightened, his jaw was tense, and his eyes were dark.

It can be seen that it is hard work.

Su Nan wanted to reward him for his hard work in raising the children, so he handed over his red lips, and he immediately missed the past.

The powerful arm could wrap around her slender waist with one hand, and with a slight force, she was pinned down under him.

Su Nan didn't expect him to exert so much force. After struggling a few times, he remained motionless.

Finally retreating a distance, he gently kissed her ear, coaxing her patiently

"Don't drink afternoon tea, eh?"

The low, hoarse voice almost made her raise her hands in surrender.

She paused, her hair was messed up behind her, messed up by him.

She moved her red lips, her face was flushed, and her breathing was unsteady.