Young Master Xing's Pillow Wife

Mu Mu asked in a low voice, "Daddy, is pretty aunt your girlfriend?"

Hearing this, Xing Kun was stunned for a moment, pursing his lips in noncommittal.

It just so happened that the door knocked from the outside, and Mu Mu shyly retreated into the bathroom, thinking secretly: Dad didn't say no just now, so it should be right?
Su Luobai pushed the door open and entered, holding a glass of milk in her hand. Seeing Xing Kun looking at her, she unnaturally brushed the broken hair on her cheeks, and explained, "It just so happened that a servant was coming to give Mu Mu a cup of milk. Deliver the milk, and I'll bring it up by the way."

"En." Xing Kun responded, "I still have things to deal with, so I'm leaving first." After speaking, he walked out of the room.

The moment he closed the door, he heard a very soft sigh from inside the room, like someone breathed a sigh of relief.

Mu Mu came out of the shower, drank the milk obediently, lay on the bed and hugged Su Luobai's arm, one of her hands did not forget to hold Su Luobai's hand, "Auntie, you can start telling stories. "

"Okay, close your eyes first." Su Luobai rubbed his little head with a smile, and told him the story she had just prepared, "Once upon a time, there was a rabbit..."

After the bedtime story was finished, Su Luobai lowered her head but met a pair of round eyes like ordinary grapes, reached out and tapped his little nose, "Why aren't you asleep yet?"

"Auntie, can you sing me another song, that is, the kind of lullaby." Mu Mubaba acted coquettishly, and Su Luobai was so soft-hearted that she couldn't care less about refusing, so she agreed repeatedly.

"Sleep, sleep, my dear baby..." Su Luobai sang a song, and subconsciously patted Mu Mu's small back with her palm, her expression became a little dazed.

Back then, she also sang this song to the baby. As long as he listened to this song, he would soon fall asleep, as well-behaved as a rag doll.

At the end of the song, Mu Mu in her arms was already fast asleep, her small mouth was slightly opened, and her breathing was long and distant.

Su Luobai lightly brushed his immature face, and whispered, "Good night, baby."

Tucked the quilt lightly for him, and was about to leave, but found that his fingers were still held in his hands, Su Luobai couldn't help laughing, and felt a little sad for no reason, probably because of her extreme insecurity, she felt like this act.

She gently opened his fingers, and then stepped out of the door slowly.

In the living room on the first floor, Xing Kun seems to have finished his work and is drinking coffee in the living room.

Hearing Su Luobai's footsteps going downstairs, she turned her head to look at her, "Sleeping?"

Su Luobai nodded, "I'll go back first, I had a great time today, thank you."

"Boom——" There was a loud noise, and the outside of the window was suddenly as bright as day, and it turned out to be a sudden thunder and rain.

Su Luobai froze in embarrassment, "Maybe I need to borrow an umbrella from you."

"It's raining so heavily and there are many rooms at home, so you can just stay here for one night." The man said a long paragraph, which was rare, but the words were so shocking that Su Luobai froze for several seconds before he could react.

"No, no need..." She was inexplicably guilty, "It would be bad if the paparazzi caught me."

"The one who cleans up cleans himself, you don't care what they say." Xing Kun put down the coffee in his hand with an indifferent look, and called the servants to clean out a guest room.

Seeing this, Su Luobai didn't want to say anything more, but murmured in his heart, where the clean is clear...

"Then I'll bother you, it's just... I don't have any clothes to change." Su Luobai suddenly thought of a key question.

"Miss Lin, there is a dryer at home. You will change the laundry later, and you can wear it tomorrow morning." The servant at the side said respectfully.

"Put on mine first." After saying this, Xing Kun got up and went upstairs.

Seeing that all kinds of excuses didn't work, Su Luobai obediently followed him upstairs.

Xing Kun took Su Luobai to his room, opened the wardrobe and let you choose, while he went to the balcony.

Xing Kun's wardrobe is as boring as his own. There are only three colors of black, white and gray. Most of them are shirts and suits. Other than that, there is basically nothing else.

A white shirt was released separately, and it was carefully covered with a dust cover. It seemed that its owner usually took good care of it.

Perhaps driven by curiosity, Su Luobai opened the zipper of the dust cover, looked carefully at the white shirt inside, and found that there was a small embroidery on its cuff, and the second button was also slightly different from the others. different.

This shirt is already a little old, and no matter how carefully it is cared for, it has been oxidized and slightly yellowed, turning it into off-white.

In an instant, a memory hit Su Luobai's mind, it was clearly the one that Su Luobai gave him personally six years ago, and was worn once by herself three years ago!
Unexpectedly, he still kept it. It seems that Xing Kun still has some affection for the "dead" self. Su Luobai's mood became inexplicably joyful, and she suddenly wanted to wear this one, so she reached out and prepared to take it off .

"Don't touch it!" Xing Kun scolded, stopping her movements.

Su Luobai was taken aback by him, and with a trembling hand, he accidentally knocked the hanger of the clothes off the closet. Although there was still a dust cover on it, Xing Kun was still very angry.

"Can't you see that it is more important than other clothes? Why do you touch it!" Xing Kun raised his eyebrows coldly, and his cold breath invaded the entire bedroom instantly.

Su Luobai trembled unnaturally, said "I'm sorry", and wanted to bend down to pick up the shirt, but Xing Kun picked it up first, and patted the shirt that didn't exist on it distressedly. Grey, eyes full of nostalgia.

Su Luobai was startled. Does he still have such deep feelings for his original self?But now the two couldn't recognize each other even if they were standing face to face, she lowered her head and couldn't bear to look any longer.

A few clothes were suddenly stuffed into his arms, "Take it, go out." Xing Kun's tone was still suppressed with anger.

Su Luobai didn't dare to speak any more, and said in a low voice: "Thank you." and left.

Although she didn't want to admit it, she was somehow jealous of her past self.

Early the next morning, Su Luobai's biological clock woke up at six o'clock in the morning. She couldn't sleep well in the past few years abroad. At first, she could only take sleeping pills to force herself to sleep, but she still woke up early in the morning. up.

Over time, it becomes a habit.

Su Luobai originally wanted to go home directly, but on second thought, she had spent the night anyway, so it's better to stay a little longer, so that when Mu Mu wakes up and sees herself, she might be happy.

So I changed into my clothes and decided to go for a morning run first. Yesterday I saw that the greenery here is doing well, and the air in the morning should be very fresh.

Not long after running up the mountain, Su Luobai met Xing Kun who was going down the mountain. He was wearing a towel around his neck, and he was wearing a rare sportswear. Although it was black and white, it was still youthful and sunny.

The two nodded to each other tacitly, even if they had greeted each other, neither of them said a word, and then ran to their destinations separately.