Chapter 287 Wash Together (1/3)
Qiao Yimo felt that he hadn't been so intimate with him for a long time, some missed and some nostalgic. At this time, the smell between his mouth and nose was familiar with men, clear and overbearing.
"Tired?"
Qiao Yimo was fascinated by the "enthusiasm" of his first meeting. His small face was blushing and even more coquettish. His heart was still throbbing, and his voice was soft and soft, "I'm not tired," But I look at you as if you are more tired, how long have you not rested?"
The eyes are full of red silk, unshaven, although he still looks handsome and stylish, but compared with the strict and cold man a few days ago, it looks like a different person, "I'm fine, but I've been a bit busy recently."
Qiao Yimo stepped back, holding his handsome face, and frowned slightly, "Too busy not to shave his beard? Do you know that you are like you just survived from an uninhabited island? Chin I'm thin and sharp. To tell the truth, have you been cultivating recently? They've all ran into this mountain."
"..."
The man looked at her chattering little mouth, said nothing, and leaned over again to kiss.
Qiao Yimo's small face changed slightly, and he hurriedly covered his lips with his hands, pursing his lips dissatisfiedly: "Can you explain the current situation to me first? Your appearance is really worrying."
The man frowned slightly, "Think I am ugly and can't get my mouth?"
"Uh..." Qiao Yimo was stunned, touched his handsome face, and smiled: "To be honest, it's more manly now... Um"
The man didn't wait for her to finish, he sealed her lips again.
Fu Sinian let her go and sat up from the sofa with a slightly confused breath and a rough voice, "You did a lot of things today?"
The woman gradually recovered from the tension just now, and heard that what he was talking about was probably Tong Anqing. She looked at him and said slightly: "I made her ruin, do you feel distressed?"
"Broken fame?" The man tilted his head, stretched out his hand to pinch her cheek, and sneered, "Do you think that her disfigurement is over? Is she dead or mutilated?"
Qiao Yimo watched him calm down slightly, his eyes motionless.
Indeed, with Tong Anqing's temperament, she originally hated herself. This incident frustrated her spirit, but it only made her hate herself even more. It is estimated that shrinking does not exist.
After a long while, her eyes rolled
, Blinked her eyes, curled her lips and smiled, "Then continue to chant, anyway, she hates me, and I don’t like her either. Neither of us can be friends in this life. In her eyes, one mountain cannot accommodate two tigers, I Even the honest can suffer. It is better to take precautions, you said, let me learn to be smarter."
"Do you think you did this very smartly?" The man looked at her indifferently with low eyes.
The woman also sat up and leaned on him, her delicate chin resting on his arm, her lips curled up, and she briskly said, "It's not very smart, but I let myself escape a disaster, don't you think I have made progress? ?"
The man looked at her for a long time, his eyes obviously full of mockery.
The smile on Qiao Yimo's face disappeared, and he pursed his lips, and said pitifully: "I have a long memory anyway. Even if you don't praise me, you don't have to look at me like that, right?"
The man’s expression was very cold, and his voice became a little bit cold, “Before I left, did you tell you how far you are from Tang Muxue? You really don't think you are thick-skinned."
"..."
The woman looked around her head and naturally changed the subject, "Where is this place?"
"A nursing home in the Fu family."
nursing home
No wonder it's in such a secluded place.
Qiao Yimo was startled, "Grandpa won't be here, right?"
The man looked at her without speaking.
The woman stood up immediately, "Tell me which room he is in. I'll go see him."
Fu Sinian looked at her anxiously, something flashed in his eyes, got up and grabbed her, and said quietly: "Don't worry, you just came back, wash and change clothes, wait for dinner with him, he doesn't know yet. You came."
Qiao Yimo was taken aback, then looked at him with wide eyes, "Did you never tell him that I went to Lanzhou?"
"Do I have to piss him off for trouble?"
The woman’s pretty face immediately showed a touch of moving smile, she suddenly jumped up and hugged his neck, sipped his face, and squinted excitedly: “You’re getting better and better. , It's not in vain that I have been thinking of you these days."
"Spoken words!" The man mocked, but the corners of his lips still made a very shallow arc, "With a frizzy pregnant woman like you, a child can give birth.
It was a miracle down. Don't go down yet. "
Qiao Yimo spat up and let go of him, "Oh, I'm going to take a bath."
She turned around and suddenly looked back, "By the way, where is the bathroom?"
The man frowned impatiently, "It's in every suite, where do you like to go."
Qiao Yimo bit his lip and looked at him with big eyes, "That won't work, what if you go to someone else's room? Where do you usually stay?"
The man seemed to hesitate for a moment, and said faintly, "The one opposite the door."
"Oh, wait a while, I'll be fine soon!" The woman said, and smiled, pulled the suitcase and turned to the room opposite.
The man stared at the back of her leaving, slightly squinted and touched the beard of his hand.
Did he tell her that he also needs a wash
In the bathroom, a woman stood under the shower and pointed at it.
Just about to reach out to squeeze the shower gel, the bathroom door was suddenly opened.
A cold wind blew in, and the woman screamed subconsciously, covering her chest with her hands, "Ah!"
"what is it call?"
A towel flew over her forehead, and the man's cold voice sounded.
The woman stayed for a second.
"You, you..." She was sluggish for a few seconds, hurriedly covering her body with a towel, talking shyly, "You, you... what are you going to do?"
The man's eyes fell on her without any convergence, his face was plain and cold, "What can I do here?"
"..."
The man stepped forward, directly pushed her aside, and then casually pulled the towel off her body, his movements were extremely calm and natural.
Is he here to take a bath
Qiao Yimo's brain crashed for a moment, and the whole person was stiff, "You, you... didn't you say that every room has a bathroom? Do you have to squeeze one with me?"
"This is my room." The man suddenly turned around and let the water from the shower rush on him. The cold silhouette looked unusually sexy and charming, "If you wash it, you can go out now."
"I haven't..." Qiao Yimo was a little confused, his small face almost bleeding, and his body was so silly as to stand there, and the white mist couldn't stop it.
The man's deep eyes dimmed slightly, and he pulled the person forward by her wrist, and said in a low voice, "If not, let's be together."
(End of this chapter)