Mengbao against the sky: Daddy fell from the sky

Even Ye Xueer, when in front of him, will intentionally or unintentionally show her beautiful side, only Yang Zhuoying is different, she is not artificial, has a natural attitude, and turns a blind eye to the hormones he sometimes releases on purpose, making him Quite frustrating.

As if feeling that someone was thinking about her, Yang Zhuoying suddenly sneezed twice. Chu Shen thought she had caught a cold, so he quickly turned up the temperature of the air conditioner in the car, and took a thin blanket from the back seat to cover her .

Chu Shen glanced inadvertently. When he saw himself in the mirror and looked at Yang Zhuoying's eyes, the chuckle on the corner of his mouth froze, as if realizing something terrible, he turned his head and stopped looking at her, his face changed. Gotta condense.

Yang Zhuoying almost slept all the way to the door of the house. Chu Shen patted him awake, wiped his face, and pushed him into the house when he regained consciousness.

Chu Han and the old man both had dinner parties, and they hadn't returned home yet, so the two went straight to their room.

After playing all afternoon, Yang Zhuoying broke out in stinky sweat, so he went to take a bath first.

Hearing the sound of water in the bathroom, Chu Shen couldn't help but see the picture of Yang Zhuoying getting out of the bath. After a while, he suddenly came back to his senses, shook his head, and expelled those inappropriate thoughts from his mind. He picked up his phone and watched Get up and look away.

After a while, Yang Zhuoying came out of the bathroom, wiped her hair with a towel, and said to Chu Shen who was sitting on the bed playing with her mobile phone: "Do you want to take a shower?" He must also be sweating.

Chu Shen raised his head, and the first thing that caught his eyes was Yang Zhuoying's slender legs. His gaze slowly moved upwards, and he saw that she was wearing a loose white shirt, and her hair was a little wet, with crystal drops of water dripping from her jet-black hair. Falling, along her white and smooth cheeks, slipped to the sexy collarbone, and then submerged in the bath skirt.

After waiting for a while, but he still didn't hear anything from him, Yang Zhuoying turned her head, Chu Shen suddenly came back to her senses, and looked at her with secretive eyes, "Why don't you dry your hair."

Yang Zhuoying reached out and grabbed the wet hair, "What do you think if I cut my hair short? Every time I wash my hair, I have to blow it. It's really troublesome."

"You're too lazy." Chu Shen rolled his eyes, he has never seen a woman who cut her hair short because she thought it was troublesome, and the women around him didn't try their best to take care of their hair.

"That's because every time they wash their hair, they have someone to take care of them, so they don't have to do it themselves." Yang Zhuoying retorted disapprovingly. She also met many women in the upper class. When those women wash their hair, they don't go to the hair salon to find a master Take care of your hair.

"Bring the hair dryer and I'll blow it for you." Chu Shen put down his phone and said.

Hearing this, Yang Zhuoying's eyes lit up, and before he repented, she immediately brought a hair dryer, and looked at him suspiciously, "Will you?"

"If you don't want to, then forget it." Chu Shen raised his eyebrows, as if he wanted to or not.

Yang Zhuoying immediately handed over the hair dryer doggy-leggedly, and smiled flatteringly: "There should be nothing in this world that Second Young Master Chu can't do, so I'll trouble you."

Chu Shen took the hair dryer and asked Yang Zhuoying to sit down at the dressing table. He turned on the hair dryer, tested the temperature, and ran his slender fingers through her black and beautiful hair.

His strength was just right, and the temperature of the hair dryer was not too hot, which was actually better than that of the master in the hair salon, which made her feel a little drowsy.

"Your craftsmanship is really good, maybe you used to blow-dry your girlfriend's hair." In order not to fall asleep, she casually picked up a topic.

Hearing this, Chu Shen flickered, remembering the scene of helping Ye Xueer blow-dry her hair in the past, the corners of her mouth slightly curled up, and there was a tenderness in her eyes that she didn't even notice.

Seeing his expression, Yang Zhuoying was suddenly curious, who could make him show such an expression, and why he and that person didn't make it to the end, but colluded with Zhang Xueshan and brought a strange woman home to be his wife?

It's just that she swallowed the words, and the relationship between them is finally going in a good direction. She doesn't want to break this situation because of curiosity, and let the two return to the hostile state when they first met.

"Okay, blow dry." Chu Shen's voice sounded in his ear.

Yang Zhuoying reached out her hand to touch her hair, and it dried, "Thank you, after you wash your hair, I'll blow it up for you too." Reciprocity is the way to continue dating.

Chu Shen hooked the corners of his lips, leaned close to her ear and said charmingly: "No need, not everyone can touch my hair, only my wife can. Do you want to be my wife?"

"Am I not your wife now?" Yang Zhuoying asked back without thinking too much. When she met his evil eyes, she suddenly understood what he meant. He was not talking about his wife in name, but his actual wife. It's blushing.

"Then there's nothing you can do. Leave this heavy responsibility to your future wife." She pretended not to understand his hint, stood up as if nothing had happened, and put the hair dryer back to its original place.

Seeing this, Chu Shen just smiled, didn't continue to tease her, picked up a change of clothes, and went into the bathroom to take a shower.

Chu Shen was lying in the bathtub, recalling all the things that happened in the ranch during the day, his mood was a little complicated, and he had a vague feeling that things were slowly getting out of his control.

Probably because he had something on his mind, he took a longer bath today than usual, and when Chu Shen got out of the shower, he found that the woman who said she was going to help him dry his hair had already fallen asleep on the sofa.

Glancing at Yang Zhuoying who was sleeping soundly, he shook his head, picked up the hair dryer, went into the bathroom to dry her hair, so as not to wake her up in the room.

After playing for a long time, Chu Shen was also tired, instead of reading a book before going to bed as in the past, he went straight to bed.

After a while, the lights in the room came on again. Chu Shen sat up, looked at the woman curled up on the sofa, his eyes flickered, and after a while, he got out of bed, walked to the sofa, bent over , picked up Yang Zhuoying, walked to the other side of the bed, and gently put her on the bed.

I don't know if it was because she slept too deeply, or because Chu Shen's movements were very gentle. During the whole process, Yang Zhuoying was not woken up. When she woke up again, it was already the next morning.

Yang Zhuoying sat up, her face was blank, she stretched out her hand and rubbed her eyes, after she regained consciousness, she lifted the quilt and got out of bed.

When the soles of her feet touched the floor, she turned her head suddenly, looked at the place where she got up just now, and then at the sofa on the right, her eyes widened suddenly.

Last night, she didn't sleep on the sofa, but on the bed?

How is this going?

Could it be that she sleepwalked from the sofa to the bed last night?Probably not, even if she sleepwalked, Chu Shen didn't sleepwalk.

Or did Chu Shen wake up and see how pitiful she was sleeping on the sofa, so he moved her to the bed to make her sleep more comfortably?

Countless thoughts flashed through her mind, but unfortunately the person who could give her the answer was not in the room at the moment.

Stretching out her hand to wipe her face, Yang Zhuoying felt that it was better not to be entangled, and to ask more questions when she saw her face.

After washing and changing clothes, Yang Zhuoying went downstairs to have breakfast.

Walking into the restaurant, I saw the old man, Chu Shen, and Chu Han sitting at the table.