After wearing a book after the half-moon shadow, he was favored on the headlines

With An Zhengye's protection just now, Mo Xiaoyu didn't get much rain on his body, but An Zhengye's body was soaked through.

"No, I'll go to the guest room to do the laundry."

"Oh, then go quickly." She almost forgot that the villa is very big, with more than one room.

An Zhengye rubbed her hair, closed the door for her, and left.

When she came out of the shower, An Zhengye had already taken a shower, sitting on the bed in a dark bathrobe, her hair was not completely dried, and a few drops of water still flowed down.

"Why don't you blow-dry your hair?" Usually he taught her a set of tricks, but it was his turn to be so careless.

"Short hair, dry quickly." An Zhengye said indifferently, stretched out his hand to brush a strand of hair, his movements were flamboyant and willful, and every move was handsome.

So manly.

Mo Xiaoyu is a little nympho, but she cares more about An Zhengye's body.

"I'll help you dry your hair." He turned and went into the bathroom to get the hair dryer.

Unexpectedly, as soon as he took a step, someone hugged his waist from behind.

"No need, we have more important things to do." An Zhengye said in an ambiguous voice.

Mo Xiaoyu didn't notice, her attention was on his words: "Us? What else is there?"

She was a little curious, and An Zhengye was a little helpless.

My wife is a little puzzled what to do with the style, and I am very anxious to wait online.

"It's very important." An Zhengye changed direction and held Mo Xiaoyu's face.

During the movement, the bathrobe was a little loose, and it was deliberately swayed under Mo Xiaoyu's nose.

Mo Xiaoyu hasn't reacted yet: "Do you want to play with me?"

An Zhengye ground his molars. The atmosphere was so good that he deliberately didn't fasten the belt of his bathrobe.

He also said hints and made provocative moves, why is Mo Xiaoyu still so clueless?
"Why are you silent?" Mo Xiaoyu was still asking.

Sighing in my heart, forget it, the little idiot I married will still be pampered no matter how stupid she is.

An Zhengye decided not to talk nonsense, and told Mo Xiaoyu with actions what was more important.

Gently raising her chin, An Zhengye leaned over and pressed a kiss, sealing Mo Xiaoyu's silly questions in his mouth.

"Let go of me...I still need to read the script...uuuuuuuuuuuuuu."

Mo Xiaoyu was able to resist a few times at first, but then gradually fell into An Zhengye's passionate offensive.

What script, what hair blowing, I can't remember it anymore.

Outside the window, it was raining and snowing, and inside the window was beautiful and hot.

Spring is coming, and the night is just beginning.

When he woke up the next day, Mo Xiaoyu was limp all over.

When An Zhengye picked her up from the bed to eat, she could barely lift her fingers.

An Zhengye hugged her and sat on a chair, feeding her food spoon by spoon.

Although Mo Xiaoyu felt ashamed, she still ate obediently, she was really hungry.

Fortunately, they were in the bedroom. If they were in the living room, Mo Xiaoyu would probably plunge into the villa's swimming pool and drown.

Like a conscientious servant, An Zhengye fed Mo Xiaoyu and took him into the bathroom to wash up.

After being tidied up, Mo Xiaoyu regained some energy. He stretched out his hand and pinched An Zhengye's waist vigorously, and said fiercely, "You scoundrel, I hate you to death."

Fortunately, she really thought that he, An Zhengye, had something important to do last night, but in the end it turned out to be something unsuitable for children.

An Zhengye was not annoyed when he was pinched, he leaned into Mo Xiaoyu's ear, and said in a dangerous tone: "It seems that you still have energy, huh?"

"No more, I'm tired, I still need to sleep." Mo Xiaoyu quickly let go, trying to escape from An Zhengye's arms.

Instead, An Zhengye clasped his waist tightly, unable to move.

"I was wrong, I'm really tired." Mo Xiaoyu blinked and pretended to be pitiful with a soft voice.

"Little fool, don't bother you, go to sleep." An Zhengye gave a low laugh and kissed her on the forehead.

His hands still held her tightly.

In fact, she had just woken up, and saying that she was sleepy was an excuse. She originally thought that An Zhengye would let her sleep alone, but she made a mistake.

Mo Xiaoyu was a little uncomfortable, fidgeting in An Zhengye's arms.

"I think you don't want to sleep anymore, but I also want to exercise." A dangerous voice came from above.

"I was wrong, I'm going to sleep now." Mo Xiaoyu froze all over, and said obediently.

When An Zhengye lowered his head, he quickly closed his eyes.

Originally wanted to pretend to be asleep to fool the past, who would have pretended to really fall asleep.

Hearing the sound of steady breathing coming from his arms, An Zhengye lowered his head and kissed the eyelids of Mo Xiaoyu, who had fallen into a deep sleep, his eyes were full of doting.

Xiao Yu's health is still too bad, it was only one time last night, and she was still exhausted.

It seems that we still have to continue to recuperate.

There seems to be a very famous nutritionist in City A, and it is necessary to make an appointment.

Just as An Zhengye was thinking, Mo Xiaoyu arched in his arms, changed into a comfortable position, and got closer.

The little furry head rubbed against the side of his neck, sprayed on the side of his neck together with the warm breath, a little itchy.

An Zhengye hugged her tightly, enjoying the feeling of being depended on by Mo Xiaoyu's defenseless body and mind.

Mo Xiaoyu woke up again, it was already afternoon.

An Zhengye was not in the room, she was alone on the bed with a pillow in her arms.

When she just woke up, she was still a little confused.

At this moment, An Zhengye walked in, kissed her on the cheek, and asked dotingly, "Are you awake? Are you hungry?"

"A little hungry." As soon as he said it, Mo Xiaoyu really felt empty in his stomach.

The food was digested in the morning, and she fell asleep right away for lunch.

"The food is ready, I'll take you to eat." An Zhengye said as he leaned over to hug Mo Xiaoyu.

"I can do it myself." Mo Xiaoyu hid aside, his cheeks flushed again.

An Zhengye hugged her easily, and Mo Xiaoyu was about to struggle when he heard him say, "The butler is not at home."

"Say it sooner." Mo Xiaoyu was honest now, and took the initiative to put An Zhengye's big hand on his waist.

"It's time to go, head to the restaurant." She commanded with a radiant look.

"Yes, my empress." An Zhengye hugged her firmly and walked downstairs.

The table in the restaurant is already filled with a variety of dishes, which are delicious in color, fragrance and taste, and it looks like it is full of appetite.

"You did it all?" Mo Xiaoyu asked in surprise, his eyes brightened.

"Well, I made it all." An Zhengye added a bowl of soup while talking: "This is the first time I make this soup, try it and see if you like it."

"Okay." The soup looked good. Mo Xiaoyu scooped it up with a spoon, and he could see the rich ingredients inside.

With the stirring of the spoon, the fragrance floated to the nose.

Mo Xiaoyu couldn't wait to take a sip, his expression was weird for a moment, he frowned, took another sip, and then gradually loosened his brows.

"How is it?" An Zhengye was a little nervous and asked with concern.

"It smells like medicine, and the taste was a little weird at first, but after you get used to it, the more you drink it, the better it tastes." Mo Xiaoyu licked his lips and commented seriously.

"As long as you like it." An Zhengye heaved a sigh of relief.

It seems that the nutritionist's formula is good.

I am used to the smell of medicine, the taste of the soup is very good, and it has an endless aftertaste charm.

Mo Xiaoyu drank two bowls in a row, the soup cup was almost empty, and An Zhengye didn't touch the soup, so he couldn't help being curious: "Why don't you drink it?"

"It's specially made for you." An Zhengye said flatly.

Hearing this, Mo Xiaoyu was very moved.

Since she moved back to An's house, she can basically eat meals made by An Zhengye every day.

Mo Xiaoyu was busy filming, and later fell ill, so he hardly had a chance to cook.

But in fact An Zhengye's work is busier than hers, and he can spare time every day to cook for her.

Although he doesn't cook three meals a day, he basically cooks one meal a day.

And it's not the same every time, unless she particularly likes it, it will appear on the dining table again.

Today, I made a special soup for her. Mo Xiaoyu can eat it even if he is not very good at cooking.

Mo Xiaoyu had thousands of words to say, but he could only turn them into three words: "Thank you."

"I prefer to hear you say the other three words." An Zhengye smiled slightly and raised his eyebrows.

"You're so kind?" Mo Xiaoyu knew the three words, but she didn't say them.

"Think again." His wife's mischievous energy came up again, and An Zhengye was very cooperative.

"Great cooking." Mo Xiaoyu deliberately gave a thumbs up.

"No." An Zhengye scratched the tip of her nose.

"I'll think about it." Mo Xiaoyu was thinking hard, as if he really thought about it seriously, and then regretfully said: "I can't think of it, why don't you tell me."

"Naughty." An Zhengye smiled dotingly, and whispered three words in her ear.

Mo Xiaoyu's face flushed slightly, and he said shyly, "Me too."

An Zhengye smiled knowingly, and was about to say something more when Mo Xiaoyu suddenly turned his head and kissed her.

A flash of surprise flashed in An Zhengye's eyes, and his eyes were frighteningly bright.

Covering the back of Mo Xiaoyu's head with his big hands, his fingers ran through her bare hair, deepening the kiss.

It wasn't until Mo Xiaoyu couldn't breathe that he let her go.

When Mo Xiaoyu came back to his senses, An Zhengye embraced his whole body in his arms.

She belatedly felt ashamed of her boldness, and her blushing cheeks turned a little redder.

A heart is beating extremely violently like a deer inside.

Ahhh, why is she crazy when she's fine!
Thinking of the passionate kiss just now, she wished she could curl up her arms and legs.

It was too shy, Mo Xiaoyu buried his head in An Zhengye's arms timidly, he was too embarrassed to raise his head.

After an unknown amount of time, An Zhengye kissed her on the top of her head and said softly, "Continue to eat, okay?"

"Okay, okay." Mo Xiaoyu stammered.

An Zhengye patted her head, and then reluctantly let go of her: "Hey, eat first, I'll make a phone call."

"En." Mo Xiaoyu lowered his head all the way, and answered in a low voice like a cat.

When An Zhengye's footsteps faded away, she raised her head cautiously and looked towards the living room.

An Zhengye's slender and straight back came into view. He was holding the mobile phone in his bony hands. The distance was a little far away, and he could only faintly hear a little faint sound. The tone was very low, like a cello.

Her man is so handsome!