"That's me..." When Yu's father opened his mouth and wanted to quibble again, Yu's mother interrupted him directly, "Besides, the two of them have been alone in Nanjing for the past few years. They can't go out and open a house when they want to. They have to wait until we When you're not at home, what about running to your own house?? You're so brainy... reflect on it!!"
"What!?" Father Yu froze for a moment after hearing what Mother Yu said, "You mean, they already...??"
Yu's mother gave him a blank look, and said angrily, "I don't know, you think for yourself."
Yu's father suddenly fell down on the sofa in a daze.
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Han also looked at the mobile phone in his hand with question marks in his eyes. The screen of the mobile phone displayed the words that the call has been interrupted. What is his godfather... just hung up on him?
He hesitated for a while, but he still didn't call back after all, forget it, after Yu Wanwan takes a shower later, let her call back by herself.
Thinking about it this way, Han Yeyu put his cell phone back on the shoe cabinet in Wanwan.
After a while, Yu Wanwan finally came out of the bathroom in her pajamas and a dry hair cap wrapped around her head.
As soon as she came out, she slumped directly on the sofa in the living room, and said with a look of despair, "Ah, I can finally rest. These days, I go out early and return late every day to stare at that Zhen Jianguo, blowing cold wind outside, blowing me They're almost freezing."
Han Ye's eyes drooped slightly, looking at Yu Wanwan who was paralyzed on the sofa, he couldn't help but twitched the corner of his mouth and said, "Are you done washing?"
"I'm done washing it." Yu Wanwan casually took the remote control on the sofa, pressed it a few times indiscriminately, and muttered in a low voice, "Why is there no interesting TV, it seems to be all advertisements."
"Then why don't you go and dry your hair before you come out?" Han also frowned, reaching out and pulling the dry hair cap on her head.
He tore off the dry hair cap all at once, and Yu Wanwan's pitch-black hair immediately fell down wetly.
"I don't want to blow it..." Yu Wanwan slumped on the sofa and said weakly, "The hair is so long, it takes a lot of effort to blow it. It takes ten or twenty minutes to blow it. Standing is too tiring. I just want to lie down."
"You'll get a headache like this." Han also shook his head helplessly, stood up, went to the bathroom, took out the hair dryer from the drawer, then walked back to Yu Wanwan, took her by the arm, and lifted her from the He got up on the sofa and said, "Sit down, let me blow your hair for you."
"Okay!" Yu Wanwan immediately responded happily, sat down obediently, and let Han Ye take the hair dryer and blow it on her hair.
There was no other sound in the living room except for the whistling wind of the hair dryer.
After sitting for a while, Yu Wanwan suddenly said to Han Ye, "Xiao Ye, why don't I cut my hair shorter, it's really annoying to blow-dry with such long hair."
"No." Han also rejected her without even thinking about it.
"Why??"
"I just like the way you have long hair." Han Ye gently ran his fair and slender fingers through the ends of her hair, and said in a low voice.
"Oh...then you mean, if I cut my hair short, you won't like me?" After hearing what he said, Yu Wanwan said angrily, "Just wait for me, I will go tomorrow Cut your hair short, hum, how about it, are you going to break up with me?"