"Put it on."
Shen Hou looked at the hoodie in his hand and blinked.
"Otherwise, this one is fine too." Quan Hanting stood in front of the closet, turned out a white shirt casually, and looked at her with a smile.
Unfortunately, Shen Hun did not show bashfulness or anger as he imagined. Instead, he carefully compared the two clothes and finally chose the hoodie as his pajamas.
because-
"The air conditioner is a bit cold, this one is thicker, just right."
Quan Hanting: "..."
Why is the woman he likes so... different
Shen Wei lifted his chin and pointed to the door.
"Ok?"
"I'm going to change clothes and rest, should Uncle Six avoid it?"
The man's Adam's apple rolled lightly, his eyes fell on the wound on her right hand, "Are you sure you can take it off by yourself?"
Shen Hupi smiled and didn't smile, "Of course."
She only wears a sling on her coat, which can be easily handled with one hand.
Quan Hanting's gaze narrowed slightly, revealing a bit of regret vaguely, which happened to be seen by Shen Hun—
Oh, man!
"Then... You rest early, I'll leave first."
Shen Wei sent him to the door, "Uncle Six, good night."
Just when she was about to close the door, the man suddenly stretched out his hand, resisted, and drew closer, "Shen Hou, I'm serious."
The woman's expression remained unchanged.
"Forget it..." The man's plucked up courage suddenly wilted, "Good night."
take it easy.
The moon is high, and the night is getting deeper.
Lu Shen treated the wound, and put Mr. Zou in the car together with Chu Yujiang before returning to the room.
"Damn—" Looking at the mirror, his cheekbones were bruised, and he couldn't hold back a swear word.
The more Lu Shen thought about it, the more aggrieved.
Not catching the rape, on the contrary created a chance for the little vixen to get close to Quan Hanting. Stealing chickens won't lead to the loss of rice, damn it!
Also, he was the one who came forward and saved the beauty by heroes, but the credit was all on Brother Six. It was not because of his rare gratitude, or the feeling that the little vixen would not let him go. Brother, didn’t you do something stupid
So angry!
After vomiting and reflecting on himself, Lu Shen sighed and prepared to take a shower in the bathroom.
In the next second, I saw my bottles and jars lying on the washstand.
He wailed and collapsed completely.
This night, Lu Shen dreamed that he had become a demon catcher. After seven or seventy-nine days of hunting, he finally stabbed the escaping vixen to death with a sword, and then took out the magic weapon (a certain brand of night cream) from the cloth bag. , Directly hit the tyrant's face.
The world was quiet, and Lu Shen was refreshed, but he saw that the "tyrant" suddenly transformed itself into the same place and transformed into a "little dragon" in "Pesticide King". As a remnant jungler, he was snapped off by two beats.
You—hane—been—slained! (You have been killed)
Moonlight outside the window, the nightmare continued.
In the same moonlight, the old house of the Shen family was completely dimmed, and only a bedroom on the southwest side of the second floor was faintly visible.
Tick—
The British retro style wall clock points to two o'clock in the morning.
Shen Qian stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling windows, his eyes cast deep and gloomy into the distance, and that direction was where the gate of the Shen family was located.
From ten o'clock in the evening to two o'clock in the morning, he stood for four hours, the smoke burned countless sticks, but he was always looking forward to the waiting person.
"Houhou, your courage is getting bigger and bigger..."
A low mutter disappeared into the air with the slowly rising smoke ring, as if it had never appeared before.
…
When the first ray of sun shines into the room in the early morning, the biological clock wakes up Shen Hun on time.
At first sight is a strange ceiling, and in a blink of an eye, it is strange home furnishings.
The memory returned, and then I remembered where I was at the moment.
There was still pain from her right elbow, reminding her of what happened at the gate of Paris last night.
then…
She followed Quan Hanting to here.
Debridement, bandaging, he carried her upstairs, and the piles of the bathroom...
And last night when she was drowsy, the door was opened, the man deliberately let go of his footsteps, in a trance, a soft thing fell on her forehead, accompanied by subtle breathing and low inaudible whisper.
Shen Hou blinked, trying to remember, but couldn't remember what he said.
Or is everything her illusion? Dream and reality are stupidly confused
Ok…
Such a esoteric question, she refused to think again.
At the same time, the master bedroom.
Quan Hanting sneaked into the guest room in the middle of the night, and after kissing Shen Hun, he couldn't sleep anymore.