"So soon, it's the Mid-Autumn Festival......" Thinking of his father, Yuwan's heart was sour, and she was a little distracted for a while.

"Yuwan, what's wrong with you?" Seeing her strange appearance, Liang Yuankai leaned down and asked with concern.

"Oh, nothing, let's go. She kept her head down, not daring to look at him, for as soon as she looked up, tears were about to overflow from her eyes.

Every festive season, Liang Yuankai knows that Yuwan must be thinking of his father. For the sake of the hotel and for her mother, she has always pretended to be strong, and he knows the pain in her heart very well. He felt sorry for her and wanted to share the pain for her, but he couldn't do anything except accompany her.

Liang Yuankai patted her on the shoulder and said softly: "Baby, when you go home later, I have a gift for you, you must like it." ”

couldn't bear to be sad anymore, Liang Yuankai deliberately diverted her attention.

"What gift?" asked Yuwan as she turned her face away, wiped the tears from her eyes, and looked up.

"I won't tell you yet, I'll find out when I get home. Let's go, go buy some of your and Auntie's favorite food, and I'll cook for you. ”

During the conversation, Liang Yuankai picked up the bag on Yuwan's desk, took her, and walked out of the office.

Liang Yuankai took Yuwan to a nearby boutique supermarket and bought seafood, beef, vegetables, fruits, and a few bottles of red wine. The two of them carried a few large bags and staggered into the car.

When she got home, Zhang Wanru hadn't returned home yet, so Yuwan put the bag with the ingredients into the kitchen and began to wash the fruit.

"Baby, you're tired, go and rest, and I'll send you the fruit upstairs later." ”

After a busy morning and walking in the supermarket for more than a while, Yuwan was already tired, so she happily went upstairs and took a hot shower when she heard him do this.

After taking a shower and changing her clothes, Yuwan simply wiped her hair and wanted to get into the quilt. Liang Yuankai held a plate of washed grapes and put it on the coffee table.

"You girl, why are you lying down like this?" he said.

Yuwan didn't react to what he was going to do, and when he saw him bending down, he subconsciously dodged away.

Liang Yuankai squinted, lifted the quilt directly, and directly brought out the lazy girl hiding in the quilt. Then press her to the edge of the bed and let her sit down.

"Be honest. He raised his hand and gently patted her on the top of the head, smiling and threatening.

Yuwan sat down obediently and looked at Liang Yuankai's pitiful gaze.

He ignored her gaze, turned on the hair dryer, adjusted the wind speed and temperature, and tried it on the back of his hand before reaching out and grabbing a strand of her hair and blowing it gently.

Yuwan froze and blinked, her brain a little unable to react.

This man, is he blowing his hair?

His fingers are slender, white, and distinct, and they look like powerful hands. There are some thin calluses on the fingertips, but they are not noticeable, but when you rub your cheeks, you can still feel a little rough.

She felt a tingling sensation slowly welling up from the place where his fingers touched, and then spread uncontrollably from the top of her head to her body, quickly engulfing her whole body. She enjoyed the feeling.

Liang Yuankai's movements were gentle, as if her hair was a fragile work of art that had to be treated with care. The hair dryer uses a warm breeze, and the wind speed is reduced to the lowest by him, blowing on his head, as if a feather fan is gently stirring.

Yuwan was immersed in this strange feeling, her face turned crimson, and her heart was pounding.

A faint and comfortable happiness slowly ferments and precipitates in the bottom of my heart.