Marriage at first thought: the black-bellied president is super painful

Chu Lingfeng glanced at A Ying, then looked away, and went to the cloakroom to change clothes, while responding to A Ying: "I just sent it to the room and said I can wash up, so I came out."

Chu Lingfeng doesn't want to meet Ah Ying's eyes now. If they look at each other, Ah Ying will find that he is not in the right mood, and if he asks again, his emotions will easily become difficult to control.

He was afraid that he couldn't help being like a resentful woman, asking what was going on between her and that kid.

In case Ah Ying had no other thoughts about that boy, and he had wronged Ah Ying for nothing, he would confess to that boy for free.

It's not like he hasn't done this kind of thing before...

Chu Lingfeng hid all his emotions and walked into the cloakroom.

He didn't look at A Ying, but he could feel that A Ying was watching him, and whispered: "What's wrong, this is..."

Chu Lingfeng felt that his emotions were about to be leaked, so he pretended to look for clothes as if nothing had happened, and said to himself, "Where's the white T-shirt I was wearing before..."

Ah Ying followed him into the cloakroom while wiping her hair.

She casually took the T-shirt from the hanger: "This one?"

Chu Lingfeng smiled: "Really, I didn't see it."

Ah Ying approached him: "What's the matter with you? Who made you angry, Xiao Xi or Sen Ze?"

Chu Lingfeng looked at Aying, his eyes stayed on her face for a moment, took off his clothes, and put on the T-shirt that Aying handed him.

"Of course it's Huo Senze. How could my daughter be so obedient and make me angry."

When the topic turned to Huo Senze, Ah Ying finally stopped being suspicious and started asking about Huo Senze.

Chu Lingfeng said simply: "He thought Han Lu had a terminal illness, so he went to get drunk."

Ah Ying was stunned for a moment: "Is Hanlu's condition serious?"

"It's nothing serious, I have to recuperate slowly," Chu Lingfeng said, looking at A Ying's dripping hair, "Would you like me to dry it for you?"

A Ying squinted her eyes, with a smile in her eyes, and leaned in front of him, "Master, do you want me to ask?"

Hearing her playfully calling young master, Chu Lingfeng was in a better mood, and lightly hugged Ah Ying's waist: "I want to serve Ah Ying, do you need a reason?"

Ah Ying laughed: "Then I'll move a stool and blow it in the bathroom!"

After she finished speaking, she turned around, slipped out of his arms, pressed the towel wrapped around her chest, took a chair from the cloakroom, and entered the bathroom.

Seeing Ah Ying happy like a bird, Chu Lingfeng reviewed himself a little.

He still did too little of such sweet little things.

Otherwise, I wouldn't have blown her hair, which made her so excited.

But it doesn't matter, it's not too late to start working hard now, he wants to let Ah Ying feel what real tenderness is.

Let her not be swayed by any little boy once she experiences his kindness.

Chu Lingfeng quickly changed into his home clothes, and came to the bathroom. Ah Ying was already sitting in front of the vanity mirror on the sink, and the hair dryer was ready for him, waiting for him to serve.

It's not polite to him.

But Chu Lingfeng liked Ah Ying's rudeness very much.

When Ah Ying got along with him, she was always trembling, afraid of accidentally offending him.

The relationship between the two of them is not equal, and Chu Lingfeng doesn't like that state either.

He likes Ah Ying's wantonness, although sometimes he can be irritated by her wantonness.

Chu Lingfeng first used a comb to help A Ying gently comb her hair, and then picked up the hair dryer to blow her hair.

He was afraid of pulling Ah Ying's hair, so his movements were very light. She narrowed her eyes comfortably and looked at him in the mirror, "Master, you have a good technique!"

Chu Lingfeng also took a deep look at her in the mirror: "Isn't my technique always good?"