Early the next morning.
In bedroom 13, on the spacious bed, Yang Fan was the first to open his eyes.
What I saw was Thirteen's beautiful face who was sleeping.
I see deer in deep forests, I see whales in blue seas, and I see you when I wake up from my dreams.
Thirteen's eyes were closed, his eyelashes were very long and slightly curled, and he did not move.
The delicate and flawless little face is peaceful, smooth and delicate.
Yang Fan couldn't help but reach out his hand and gently pressed her cheeks twice with his fingertips.
Soft and elastic.
I touched my face again and it wasn't smooth, but a little bit greasy.
There is no harm without comparison.
Thirteen's skin is much better than Yang Fan's.
At this moment, Thirteen's face was as white as snow, without the red glow from last night covering her face.
Now, her beauty is more suitable for appreciation.
When the clouds rise...
Yang Fan felt a certain part of his body. It was Thirteen when Qiyun arrived. It had to be said that it was suitable for being loved and ravaged.
It can infinitely magnify Yang Fan’s nature.
Last night, he almost couldn't control himself.
It took a great effort for him to stop himself and pull up Thirteen's panties, which he had pulled down halfway.
Thirteen at that time did not refuse him from taking off his clothes.
I don't know whether she believed that he was just taking a look and would not take any further action, or whether she had lost her mind.
It is a very happy thing to have a woman, who is so beautiful and willing to let you do whatever you want.
How many men can only watch movies to relieve their worries, but end up making their worries worse
How many men can only entertain themselves with props like inflatable dolls
Those who are luckier have a girlfriend, but how many men want to turn off the lights or face their backs when it comes to solving problems
So, this is happiness.
Yang Fan lay down and looked at the ceiling.
It’s not that he doesn’t want to see Thirteen, but he’s afraid that if he sees her too much, he’ll wake her up.
She could still sleep for another twenty to thirty minutes.
Lifting the quilt, Yang Fan sat up from the bed.
Looking behind Aunt Thirteen, Yang Fan frowned.
Where is Guoguo
He crawled over and looked under the bed, but didn't find the little girl.
Lift the quilt again and check inside.
Didn't see it either.
Yang Fan walked around the bed and was puzzled to find that there was no little girl under the bed.
He would not be panicked or afraid, because it was impossible for human traffickers to snatch people in the middle of the night.
What's more, there were Monkey King and GunGun outside the room, so even if a thief broke into the house, he could only leave with hatred.
Just when Yang Fan was about to call Guoguo's name, he realized where the little girl was.
She lay at the head of the bed, in a crawling position, with her head hidden under a pillow.
And on her little butt was resting Aunt Thirteen's head.
Yang Fan held his forehead with his hand.
How did the mother and daughter train themselves to sleep in this position
Yang Fan has slept with them for more than ten nights, but he still can't figure it out.
Logically speaking, as he was a relatively light sleeper compared to the mother and daughter, he should have been woken up by their movements of this magnitude.
But the truth is, he knew nothing.
I only discovered it after I woke up.
It seems that not only happiness and sadness are contagious, but sleep is too.
The little girl's butt was only pressed down. Yang Fan ignored it, fearing to wake up the mother and daughter, and got out of bed and left the room.
The longer they can sleep, the better.
After Yang Fan finished washing up and making breakfast, Aunt Thirteen finally got up.
"Is Guoguo up?" Yang Fan asked when he saw Aunt Thirteen walking into the kitchen in her pajamas.
"Well, I'm up. I'm changing my clothes." Aunt Thirteen's eyes looked a little lazy, but her complexion was very good. She walked over to see what Yang Fan had made for breakfast.
She regained her dignified and graceful demeanor.
Seeing her like this, she hadn't brushed her teeth or washed her face yet, but Yang Fan didn't mind. He leaned over and pecked her twice.
On the third bite, Thirteen finally opened his mouth.
Even early in the morning, Thirteen's mouth was still sweet, even more delicious.
After enjoying it for a while, Yang Fan stopped and continued to make breakfast.
Thirteen left in his slippers and went back to the bedroom to wash up.
Mom is the most majestic in the morning. Guoguo is usually very obedient at this time and doesn't talk back to her mom.
So, after a pleasant meal, the three of them went out, some went to work, and some went to school.
Yang Fan was still riding his small electric scooter.
If it is not windy or rainy and the distance is not very far, riding an electric bike to work is the most convenient way of transportation.
When you go out, you can just take an electric car in the community.
If you encounter a traffic jam on the road, it has nothing to do with electric vehicles. At worst, you can rush onto the shoulder of the road and sidewalk, and the traffic jam problem will be solved.
On the weekend, Yang Fan, who had taken an extra day off, was busier than usual when he came to work.
He was still immersed in his work until lunch time.
If he hadn't set the alarm in advance, he would have forgotten about going to eat.
For lunch, Yang Fan went out to eat alone with Yang Ruyi.
Although she took the initiative to end the relationship, she was the one who was hurt the most.
Yang Ruyi had problems with her diet, sleeping and mentality these past two days, which caused her to look very bad.
Luckily I had makeup on so it looked okay, not that bad.
But Yang Fan, who was familiar with her, could tell at a glance that she had not been having a good time in the past two days.
"How many times have you been heartbroken?" After ordering the dishes and waiting for them to be served, Yang Fan asked Yang Ruyi with a smile.
There is no need to pretend to be in a bad mood and accompany her in negativity.
"About three times, excluding those online romances where you haven't met in person." Yang Ruyi also laughed.
Yang Fan is a person who has never experienced extreme joy or sorrow. He always seems to be so calm and carefree, or even worry-free.
He should also have his lows and highs.
But Yang Ruyi believed that she would never see these things in her lifetime.
Because only when you get more familiar with each other and live together can you see it.
Just like her three ex-boyfriends, she couldn't see their true side at the beginning.
Only after living together did you see each other fart every day, and after that they walked around the living room or bedroom with their balls hanging out, looking ugly.
“You should be becoming more and more numb. The reason you can’t figure it out is not because the other person is too good, but because you are too disappointed in yourself,” Yang Fan said.
Yang Ruyi thought about it carefully, and it was indeed the case.
"I never punish myself because of other people's mistakes or shortcomings," said Yang Fan.
Yang Ruyi nodded: "I have figured it out in the past two days. Such a thing will not happen again."
Up to now, my life has been full of failures, but it has not hindered my determination to move forward.
"That's good. By the way, did Brother Yang go to help you move?" Yang Fan asked.
"I helped." Yang Ruyi complained, "It's hard for a guy like Ah Min to find a girlfriend. Even if he does find one, it will be like the one he mentioned last time, and it won't last long."
"He only has an imaginary girlfriend in his eyes. He's a bit like a guy who aims to find a girlfriend in the second dimension, but doesn't know how to compromise. His looks have long passed their peak, so it's really not easy for him to find a girlfriend." Yang Fan said with a smile.
"Yes, he didn't know how to seize the opportunities given to him. He deserves to be single forever." Yang Ruyi didn't have a very good impression of Li Weimin.