Slag Girl Illustrated Book

The mist spread in the bathroom little by little.

The mirror was also obscured by the mist.

The exhaust fan for ventilation was not turned on, and there was no buzzing engine sound, but there was a crisp sound of water.

Ruan Xihe half-squinted his eyes to the large lawn outside the pleated window.

The sun is so good today.

The whole person became lazy.

She's all like this, and she doesn't have to go out today.

After Park Jae-hyung helped her dry her hair, he ordered a meal to eat in the house.

"Obba, didn't you mean weaving bags for others!"

She was still thinking about it.

"Okay, I'll send someone the materials."

When Choi Eun-Sung received the order to buy wool, he still felt that Miss Hee Jin was really virtuous, and she knit a scarf for the chairman, but are so many colorful thread **** too cute?

Thinking of Park Jae Hyung's face, I felt that it was a serious contradiction with this thing.

However, he still worked hard to complete the tasks assigned to him by the chairman.

"President, I bought all the popular colors of the wool you want." He carried several large bags.

"Well, let's put it here."

Cui Eunsheng has always been a flattery, the ball of yarn is delivered, and the high and low is a sentence or two.

"Miss Hee Jin is so kind to you." His wife has never knitted herself a sweater or scarf.

Park Jae-hyung was taken aback for a moment. Is it because he is doing a good job of knitting a small bag for his girlfriend now?

He nodded, as if agreeing with Choi Eunsheng's point of view.

"It's really good to me."

Secretary Cui didn't wait much, and closed the door when he went out.

After Park Jae-hyung got the fur ball, he couldn't even start for a while.

Never knit this stuff.

Fortunately, the meal arrived first, so he was going to eat first.

Ruan Xihe smiled like a little fox, and directly turned on the phone video and put it on the stand for him to watch.

"I've found the obba video tutorial for you. You can learn it if you are so smart."

Park Jae Hyung: ...

But it didn't seem to be disgusting to do such things for her, Ruan Xihe sat with him and watched.

It's easy to say, it's easy, or it's hard, it seems to be difficult.

Many people watching this kind of video are a typical eye meeting, but not handy. Fortunately, Park Jae-hyung is not a kind of handicapped party.

After eating, I really started to woven bags.

"Is this the first shot?" Ruan Xihe pointed.

"It should be here."

"Hey, obba, you are so amazing." Ruan Xihe said from the heart.

The corners of Park Jae-hyung's mouth bend, something that he didn't like very much, but now it feels very interesting to do it.

Ruan Xihe was surprised when the first flower was hooked out. Is this really the first time weaving a flower? !

"Obbayyds!." She put her on Park Jae Hyung's arm.

"What does yyds mean?"

Ruan Xihe froze: "Uh, it's the eternal god, the next-door flower country is particularly popular on the Internet."

"The eternal god?"

"right."

"Jon Hee Jin yyds!" Park Jae Hyung applied what he learned.

It feels like this, but what's weird?

Change the subject altogether: "Obba's hands are so skillful, so envious."

"This doesn't seem to be difficult."

Gee tee, Versailles begins.

"Obba, I lighted up your talent skill again, this one is great!"

He smiled, but the movements of his hands were unambiguous and steady.

In just two hours, one-third of the bags were woven. I can't say that they are exactly the same as in the video. I can only say that these little flowers are better than those in the video!

She gave Park Jae Hyung spiritual encouragement.

The nice words are pouring out sentence by sentence.

Men, they also love to listen to such love words.

Today, he really pushed back all the work and simply accompany her.

It was Ruan Xihe who reminded him that it was time to go to bed and that he could weave the bag when he was not busy in the next few days.

He held the person in his arms, and God knows how much restraint he used to force himself not to touch her.

But some love is still showing, such as those things done in the afternoon, he must be the same.

The moonlight is like water.

The little girl was buried in her arms as if muttering a word.

He lowered his head and listened a little closer. She seemed to be talking about canned oranges.

Dream talk? I want to eat canned oranges.

I lowered my head and kissed her eyebrows: "I will buy you tomorrow."

......

Early in the morning, when he got up and found that no one was around, Park Jae Hyung sat up in shock.

"Hee Hee?"

"Hee Hee!"

"Ah, here I am?" She poked her head out from the balcony.

He frowned slightly and walked over to find that she was taking selfies on the balcony wearing a bathrobe.

This hug is a bit possessive and unpleasant.

"What's wrong?"

"Wake up to see you in a panic." He frowned and hugged her.

"Obba turns out to be such a clingy character." She chuckled lightly.

"Yes, I want to stick to Miss Jeon Hee Jin."

"Then let's take a picture together. The environment here is very nice and beautiful." She fiddled with her mobile phone.

"good."

She was sitting in Park Jae Hyung's arms, and the two of them were close to each other.

"Obba, I had a dream last night and I was eating canned oranges."

"I know."

"Huh? How do you know?"

"You said it last night."

The little girl blushed all of a sudden, and asked cautiously: "Did I harp?"

Park Jae Hyung was amused by Ruan Xihe: "That's not true, it's just that you were talking in a dream."

The heart she was holding put aside a little, and started to focus on the photos in her hands.

Every one I took just now is pretty good, it's so hard to choose.

"Obba which one do you think is the best?"

"Do you want to pass ins?"

"Yes, can't it?"

"I don't want others to see you, you are mine." He hugged him and sat down.

Ruan Xihe chuckled, "I don't take a straight face, others don't know it is me."

He bowed his head and kissed her.

"Here is mine, here is mine."

Park Jae-hyung's eyes were a little red, he raised his eyes slightly, the emotions in his eyes were shaking, and his voice became lower and lower.

"It's mine too."

She unconsciously squeezed the wicker chair with her fingers.