219 Don't leave even...
In the end, under Chu's mother's cross-examination, Wu Shao even found out that Xiao Moye copied his homework when he was seven years old. Therefore, I have to admire the interrogation skills of middle-aged women, especially when it comes to the son-in-law's affairs. It is even more of a simple woman's character, which makes Wu Shao, the great master, dangerously unable to bear it.
When it came to Chu Huan's door, Wu Shaozhi felt that his mouth was dry! In the car, he slobbered more than he had a meeting.
Because it was already past 3 in the morning, Chu's father and Chu's mother asked Xiao Moye and Wu Shao to stay for one night. Although the Chu family’s house was small in size, there was still a three-bedroom and one-living room. It's quite small. A mat was laid on the floor of the guest room. Chu Huan took the blankets and pillows in and laid them out, and said, "I'm sorry, my house is relatively simple, and I have wronged you tonight." The two people The places where they usually live are top-notch, and Chu Huan is quite afraid that they might even be put on the hard floor at night to sleep.
"This is not simple." Xiao Moye helped Chu Huan put out the quilt, "Huan, you haven't seen anything really simple."
"No, sister Chu Huan, Mo Ye has slept in a mud pit, so don't worry." Wu Shao smiled.
Chu Huan looked at Xiao Moye in surprise, "Really?"
"Once on a mission on a plateau, there was no place to sleep, so I slept on a mud puddle or on a rock," he said.
She suddenly felt an unspeakable emotion. She always thought that he had a noble birth, his elegance, and his luxury, so that sometimes he forgot that he was a soldier, and a soldier could not have suffered.
Especially since he has been promoted so quickly. Of course, his family background is related to his own ability and talent. In addition, I am afraid that he has paid several times more hard work than ordinary people. Try Harder.
"What's the matter, look at me like this?" Maybe her gaze was so stunned that he asked.
"It's just an accident!" Chu Huan said, and took two sets of his father's pajamas and handed them to Wu Shao and Xiao Moye. "Your pajamas can only be worn by my dad first. Later when you go to the bathroom to take a bath, The toiletries are all on the table, and I have put the new toothbrushes away for you. If you need anything else, you can tell me."
"Okay, thanks, sister Chu Huan!" Wu Shao felt that it was quite fresh to be able to sleep in Chu Huan's house for one night.
The order of bathing was in accordance with Chu's father and mother, then Chu Huan, Wu Shao volunteered to take the last bath, so Xiao Moye washed after Chu Huan.
Under the shower head, the warm water continuously spilled water, falling on the man's lean body, Xiao Moye buried his head under the shower, letting the water continue to wash his face.
I was exhausted, prepared for special training at night, and drove a few hours in the long-distance car to rush over. However, when he saw her face, it seemed that all the fatigue was fading away little by little.
The air in the bathroom seems to have her breath. Is the faint smell of rose shower gel what she usually uses
In the mist, the thick black eyelashes tremble, the eyelids are slowly opened, and the dark eyes, looking at everything in the bathroom in the mist of the bathroom, toothbrush cups, shower gel, soap box... This is her home, this It was the place where she grew up. This was a place he was not familiar with, but it was the place she had stayed for the longest time.
"Huan... Huan..." He muttered the most important name in his heart, "If I knew you earlier, if I knew that you lived here, would it be..."
Will another situation happen? Will he not be so painful for three years
Step by step, he got closer to her and owns her. Even though this feeling is still a little unreal now, he knows that this time, he is sinking deeper than three years ago.
Three years ago, she fled from him and disappeared without a trace, and he could still maintain his sanity.
And now, if the same thing happens again, then... he will be crazy! Will completely become a lunatic.
So... "Huan, in any case, don't leave me, even if you really think of something in the future, don't leave..." And he has never been able to let go!
When Chu Huan was blowing her hair in the room, she saw two soft knocks on the door. Immediately, the door was opened and a long body walked in.
Chu Huan was stunned. Looking at Xiao Moye, who was obviously just coming out of the shower, his expression seemed a bit strange, his lips pressed into a straight line, and his gaze had been drooping since he came in.
Slender fingers pressed the doorknob, closing the door almost silently.
He approached her step by step, and she put down the hair dryer, her face full of doubts. The next moment, her body was suddenly hugged by him, his arms were wrapped around her waist, his head was buried in her neck, and he whispered her name in a cloud-like voice, " Huan... Huan... Huan..."
"What's the matter?" Chu Huan asked in confusion. He was obviously fine before taking a bath, but after coming out of the bath, his expression was a bit wrong.
"Nothing." He murmured softly, "I just want to hug you suddenly." I want to confirm her existence, I want to confirm this sense of reality.
She laughed and pushed him with both hands, "Don't hold me, your hair is so wet, I'll blow it for you first."
"Okay." His eyes raised slowly, and he let go of his hand as she wished.
And when Chu Huan saw Xiao Moye's face again, the expression on his face had returned to the same as before, as if the strangeness had never existed before.
Chu Huan asked Xiao Moye to sit on the chair, stand behind him, turned on the hair dryer again, and began to blow his hair.
Xiao Moye's hair was very dark, thick, and soft. Chu Huan didn't use numbers. Instead, he combed it with his fingers, inserted it into his hair, and brushed it gently.
"Mo Ye." She said.
"Ok?"
"Is your performance in front of my parents today also acting?" She asked the question she always wanted to ask when she came back.
"Why do you ask that?" he asked rhetorically.
"Uh... because I always feel that your performance is a bit... too perfect, and it's a little different from your usual way." She thought about it for a while.
After he was silent for a while, his voice sounded again, "At least half of it is not acting, but a willing and involuntary performance."