Good luck: The fresh meat husband is so fierce

"have a rest."

Zhao Qichen stood up suddenly and walked into the bathroom.

Lin Qiuran looked at his somewhat downcast back, felt a pain in her heart, gritted her teeth, took her handbag, and carefully put the ring into the interlayer.

When Lin Qiuran came out of the shower, Zhao Qichen had already fallen asleep on the bed, and he could still hear the sound of even breathing when he got close.

He tiptoed into the bed, Zhao Qichen turned his back to her, which made her a little disappointed.

I thought about sleeping like this, but who knew that the person opposite suddenly turned around and hugged her tightly in his arms with his long arms.

She wanted to raise her head but was hugged tightly by him, so she could only sigh, tucked the corner of the quilt, and said sullenly: "I thought you were asleep."

"I'll wake up when you come."

Lin Qiuran turned off the bedside lamp with some hesitation. In the darkness, she still raised her head and kissed each other's lips, and said softly, "Go to sleep."

After all, this matter was never mentioned by Lin Qiuran again, and they had to rush back to Las Vegas to compete, and the two had to say goodbye to their grandmother who had been together for two weeks.

On the day of leaving, grandma cooked a table of dishes, and the two ate a lot patiently.

The two returned to the way they were when they came here, dressed brightly, Zhao Qichen dragged the suitcase, watched the tearful grandma hug Lin Qiuran, and followed her back one by one.

"Now that you're gone, you don't know when you'll be back. You must take good care of yourself after you go out."

Lin Qiuran pouted and nodded fiercely.

Grandma raised her hand to pull Zhao Qichen over again, holding the hands of the two of them, and said earnestly.

"Grandma knows that you really love each other. There is no rush to get married, but grandma hopes that when she comes back next time, Ran Ran will invite me to your wedding, huh?"

Lin Qiuran lowered her head and smiled a little embarrassedly, while Zhao Qichen looked at her grandmother and nodded solemnly.

"Got it, grandma."

It's another day's journey to come and go, Zhao Qichen is used to it.

When we arrived in Las Vegas, it was noon because of the time difference.

Hearing the long-lost language, Zhao Qichen was in a daze for a moment, but it was only two weeks, but it felt like he hadn't been back for a long time.

When standing at the door of the villa, Zhao Qichen hesitated for a moment, and Lin Qiuran looked back at him in some puzzlement.

"what happened?"

Holding the handle of the suitcase in his hand, Zhao Qichen exhaled and said with a smile, "It's okay, let's go."

Lin Qiuran could only nod her head, she understood what Zhao Qichen was thinking.

During this period of time, Lin Qiuran has been avoiding his contact with things on the Internet. In a small town like his hometown, few people talk about such things.

Coming back today, Zhao Qichen must have remembered the time before, so he hesitated not to go in behind the door of the villa.

Following behind Zhao Qichen, when he opened the door of the villa, he thought he would see a few people with surprised faces, saying "Why are you back?"

But now there is not even a trace of this group of people.

Zhao Qichen was obviously a little disappointed, but still chuckled and said helplessly: "These bastards don't know what they are thinking every day, and they don't know how to welcome me."

Lin Qiuran patted him on the shoulder with a smile, and was about to say something when Mahou's high-pitched voice came from the second floor.

"Who said we don't know anymore? Boss, don't you think that we are a bit too much?"

Zhao Qichen was taken aback, and looked in the direction of the voice, and Ma Hou rushed down with a playful face.

Mao Yu tiptoed out from the side of the first floor. Zhao Qichen wanted to go up and give Ma Hou a kick, but he was startled when he heard a "bang" just two steps away.

"Boss! Welcome back to the team!"

The confetti flew all over the two of them, and Lin Qiuran cleaned her hair with a wry smile.

"Are you young or not?!"

Xiaopang grinned, and stuffed the snacks in his hands into the arms of the two, and the person looking at them with their fleshy faces wanted to squeeze them.

"Knowing that you are coming back, I have skipped snacks for several days and kept them for you. Boss, how can you say that we forgot that you are coming back?"

Zhao Qichen pursed his lips a little guilty, his words seemed to have aroused public outrage.

After being tormented by them, Zhao Qichen helplessly brushed the confetti in his hair, and saw Wen Zhouxing standing behind the crowd at a glance.

Between men, there is no need to do anything, let alone say anything specially.

The two looked at each other, Wen Zhouxing nodded awkwardly, Zhao Qichen raised an eyebrow at him with a smile.

Life was still on the right track, Lin Qiuran and Zhao Qichen still had some resignation and slept separately.

At night, Lin Qiuran didn't feel the familiar chest when he waved his arms, so he blinked in disappointment.

In the dim room, Lin Qiuran hesitated for a moment before sitting up, hugging the pillow and walking out of the room.

Here, Zhao Qichen didn't feel much better. He tossed and turned in bed and couldn't fall asleep. He used to fall asleep as soon as he touched the pillow.

I didn't feel like living together before, but now I'm used to sleeping alone.

Habit is indeed a terrible thing.

The door of the room creaked open, and the obscene light from the living room came in.

Zhao Qichen wanted to get up for a moment to see who came in, but he hesitated for a while and still didn't move.

The door was closed softly, followed by a series of footsteps, and Zhao Qichen could tell that the person was not wearing shoes.

A burst of cool air suddenly came from the warm bed, Zhao Qichen frowned, and before he could turn around, he felt the other person's cold feet sticking to his calf.

Lin Qiuran snorted a little on the back of his neck, and the familiar smell surrounded him, making him feel at ease.

"Why did you come here?"

As if she didn't expect that Zhao Qichen was still awake, Lin Qiuran paused, staring at his back with bright eyes in the dark, and said sullenly, "I can't sleep...I want to sleep with you in my arms."

The corner of Zhao Qichen's mouth twitched, and he kept trying not to look for her, but unexpectedly, he sent her to the door and opened it.

Feeling that the person in front of him turned around suddenly, he kept his arm around her waist, and the other arm was raised above her head, curling a lock of her hair seemingly but not playing.

"Go to sleep."

Lin Qiuran nodded, trying to adjust to a comfortable position, but just as she moved her legs, she heard a muffled voice above her head.

"Don't move."

In the dark, Lin Qiuran's mouth curled up. Both of them were wearing thin pajamas, and their toes lightly rubbed against each other's thighs.

Before she could react, she felt that the person next to her got up and stood above her. Their faces were very close, and their breath was on each other's face, which was a little warm.

Lin Qiuran regretted the flirting just now, but when she wanted to break free, she found that her whole body had been locked by the other party.

"You delivered this to your door yourself."