Hundreds of millions of treasures: black-bellied mommy is very popular

autumn garden.

When Su Qingyue and Brother Ye got out of the car, Bai Chengyun also got out of his car.

Seeing the luggage bag in Su Qingyue's hand, Bai Chengyun didn't say anything.

In fact, he just glanced at the bag. As for Su Qingyue, he didn't even look away.

Are you in a bad mood?

Su Qingyue cursed in her heart, the person Ye should really persuade is Bai Chengyun, right?
He is the one who has been in a bad mood for a long time!

But Bai Chengyun's indifference is actually not without benefits.

The last time the two met was in bed.

If it takes a long time, Su Qingyue can still pretend that she is so forgetful that she doesn't remember anything. It has only been two short days, and the details of those movements are still clearly engraved in her mind.

If two people really want to face to face and need to chat, what are they talking about?
"Bai Chengyun, let me warn you, next time you dare to climb into my old lady's bed, I will castrate you, so that you can enjoy the cool feeling of putting on makeup for the rest of your life!"

--Such?

Or, "Mr. Bai, you have really improved a lot this time, but I think it would be better if you were on the side with a deeper angle?"

--Such?

Ha ha?

Su Qingyue, who realized that she had driven up the famous autumn mountain invisibly, suddenly blushed.

It's time to consider blocking YOYO, the famous autumn mountain car god.

Those who are close to Zhu Chi are those who are close to the driver.

Su Qingyue took three breaths in a row, before Xin Gan ran over to cool down the heat on her old face.

Seeing Su Qingyue, Xingan was overjoyed: "Mom, shall I sleep with you tonight?"

Brother Ye came over: "Sister, how old are you and still sleep with your mother? We must have a sense of independence, and bed mites will cross-breed."

He has grown up so much that he has never tasted sleeping with his mother.

But let him sleep with Bai Lan'er?
Brother Ye shuddered, no need.

Bai Yuanhai didn't say anything about Su Qingyue's arrival, he just said in a calm voice: "How great do you think you are? How dare you live outside by yourself? Do you really think the society is harmonious and safe now? Such an adult is not as sensible as a child. "

Su Qingyue was not annoyed by the old man's knife-mouthed bean curd heart, but rather warmed up, "Grandpa, do you want to eat anything, I'll make it for you?"

Bai Yuanhai's snow-white eyebrows twitched, and he said with a serious expression: "Yeah. The steamed dish you made last time was good, but the salted fish sauce dipped in it was a bit fishy, ​​so it's not suitable for health preservation."

Su Qingyue gave the luggage to the servant and asked her to help bring it to the room, while she rolled up her sleeves: "Then I'll add some salt to the dish, so it's delicious without dipping it in sauce."

The corner of Bai Yuanhai's mouth twitched very quickly, "Well, you can figure it out."

With Bai Yuanhai around, the dinner was fine. Bai Chengyun even went into the study after eating and never came out again.

Because there is no toilet in Su Qingyue's room, she needs to go to the public toilet on the first floor to wash up.

After Xingan and Brother Ye fell asleep, Su Qingyue went back to the first floor, took the toiletries and went to the public restroom.

The light in the washroom was slightly yellow, sprinkled on the wall of white tiles, reflecting a light that was close to hazy.

Bai Chengyun stood in the haze, the Adam's apple under his slashed jaw was more prominent, trembling with his shallow breathing.

Hearing the sound of the door opening, he looked over, his dark eyes were like two extremely deep vortexes, which could suck people into it, beyond redemption.

Su Qingyue didn't expect Bai Chengyun to be inside.

I'm really afraid of what's coming.

A few hours ago, she was still worried about what to do if she was alone with Bai Chengyun, but now God gave her this opportunity to conduct a field drill.

Thank you so much.

Su Qingyue scratched her forehead with a headache, let go of the doorknob, and took a step back, "Use it first."

She waited until he was gone before using it, and she was in no rush anyway.

But Bai Chengyun's bedroom has its own bathroom, why did he come to the first floor?
Bai Chengyun saw the doubt in Su Qingyue's eyes, he looked back and turned to the mirror, "The clothes are dirty."

Only then did Su Qingyue see a puddle of coffee stains on the chest of Bai Chengyun's simple vertical striped shirt.

It is estimated that when he went to the kitchen to pour coffee, he accidentally splashed it on his clothes.

Bai Chengyun, who has a cleanliness habit, didn't wash in the kitchen but endured it in the bathroom next to him. It must have been a lot of patience.

Seeing him turn on the faucet, he bent down and took a handful of water with his hands to clean the small coffee stain.

"You can't wash like this." Su Qingyue was about to turn around, but when she saw Bai Chengyun's movements, she hurried forward again.

She threw the change of clothes in her hand on the large marble countertop next to the washbasin. She stopped Bai Chengyun, "If the clothes are stained with coffee, they need to be cleaned by dry cleaning. If you use water rashly like this, it will leave marks."

Bai Chengyun can kill opponents at the negotiating table without leaving a piece of cake, billions of contracts without blinking an eye, but when it comes to common sense in life, he has to frown.

"Then what?" he asked, and at the same time, his eyes glanced across Su Qingyue's fingers holding his wrist.

The calluses on her palms were much less than before, and the skin on her fingertips was even more tender.

At this moment, Bai Chengyun could almost feel the pulse beating between Su Qingyue's fingers, the tenderness wrapped around his wrist tightly, skin to skin.

Su Qingyue didn't notice her hand, she focused all her energy on the coffee stain.

It's dangerous, if it touches water, this shirt will have to be thrown away.

A private handmade high-end custom made by Jane·D, a fashion master in country F, is worth a year's salary for ordinary people. No matter how rich a capitalist is, he can't waste it like this!

Su Qingyue squeezed some laundry detergent on the pads of her fingers, and spread it on Bai Chengyun's shirt while imparting some common sense of life: "For this kind of stain, you need to apply the laundry detergent evenly on the stain when drying the clothes. Soak it in, wait another 5 minutes, and it will be cleaned."

Bai Chengyun looked down at the person in front of him.

She had let go of his wrist, and was tugging at the end of his shirt instead to make it easier for her other hand to apply.

Thin and long fingers circled on his chest, circle after circle, a few times, and touched...

Like a kitten's paw scratching in my heart, it's tempting and mischievous.

It easily touched his nerves.

Bai Chengyun's originally shallow breathing suddenly tightened, he raised his hand to grab Su Qingyue's hand that was making trouble on his chest, and suppressed his desire in a deep voice: "It's okay."

Su Qingyue didn't understand, so she raised her head: "It hasn't been painted evenly yet. If it's not painted well, the stain won't be..."

The raised eyes unexpectedly bumped into Bai Chengyun's whirlpool.

It's an abyss in the backlight, focused, and somewhat seductive.

It is as quiet as the deep sea, and it is also imposing.