Qiao Yingying's hair was long and dense, and the towel in Guan Mufeng's hand was already able to squeeze out the water and didn't wipe it well, so he reacted and felt slightly strange.

"Why don't you use a hair dryer?" he asked.

Qiao Yingying glanced at him embarrassedly, and said, "No... It won't work. ”

Guan Mufeng was stunned for a moment, looking at her quietly, not knowing what she thought, her eyes became a little deep. After a while, he gently spat out the phrase "I'll get it" and turned around and went to the bathroom.

Qiao Yingying breathed a sigh of relief, looking at his back, and suddenly felt a little uneasy in her heart. Since she is already with her husband, shouldn't she tell him where she came from?

She stood in place and hesitated, not paying attention to Guan Mufeng's long time.

The negative ion hair dryer in the hand is not complicated to use, but there is a cutout switch on the plug that needs to be turned on before it can be used. Guan Mufeng stared at it for a long time, Ying Ting's eyebrows locked slightly, and he seemed to have unsolvable doubts.

Is it because of amnesia? But she doesn't seem to be good at tech goods, and she doesn't even understand the most basic common sense.

He remembered the days when she first came to work as a nanny at home, the TV couldn't be turned on, the rice cooker didn't know how to press buttons, the air conditioner couldn't adjust the temperature, and the oven had never been used, so she didn't look like a modern person at all in this regard.

This thought flashed, his chest suddenly tightened, and many images that had made him wonder came to his mind, which made him feel a little flustered, and his breathing gradually increased.

Realizing that it was not too short to come in, he took a deep breath, suppressed the mixed thoughts, and walked out with a hair dryer.

Qiao Yingying sat down on the chair, he stood behind and blew her hair, the damp hair in his hands was cool and slippery, it was a real touch. His pursed lips slowly relaxed, staring at the little head in front of him, and slowly spoke.

"Yingying, do you remember your father?" his tone was gentle, as if it was just a random question.

Daddy, Qiao Yingying's swaying feet stopped, and a look of confusion appeared on her little face. She shook her head and replied with some frustration: "I don't remember, I asked my mother, and she didn't tell me." ”

"What about the rest of the family? Do you have any other relatives here? Guan Mufeng asked again.

Qiao Yingying still shook her head: "No, there have always been only me and my mother, and there are no relatives to interact with during the holidays." ”

Guan Mufeng looked at the green silk in his hand, and his eyes gradually deepened. In the middle of the night, he put down the hair dryer, bent sideways to pick her up and sit on the edge of the bed, stroked her hair that was already seven or eight dry, and the tenderness in his dark eyes was almost overflowing: "There is still me now." I will accompany you in the following festivals. ”

He encircled her in his arms, and the warm and delicate body, the sweet and fragrant aroma, calmed the uneasiness in his chest a little, and tightened her into his arms again, gently holding her lips.

His kiss gradually changed from gentle to hot and rapid, Qiao Yingying was hugged very tightly by him, only to feel difficult to breathe, and hummed twice in his throat. But this time, Guan Mufeng didn't let go of her, only gave her time to take a breath and sealed her lips again, and the hand holding her leg was forced, put her on the bed, and pressed her up.

His eyes met, his breathing was heavy, his chest was heaving heavily, and there was a deep emotion in his eyes.

Qiao Yingying's only movable hand grabbed his arm, blinked his big black eyes and looked at him aggrievedly, "Sir, Yingying has already admitted her mistake." You kissed me again, pressed me again, and poked me in the stomach with a stick, is the punishment too heavy?"

She pursed her lips dissatisfiedly and looked at Guan Mufeng angrily.

Guan Mufeng did not retreat this time, the lust between his eyebrows was cloudy, his handsome face became charming, and he lowered his head and said in her ear: "Yingying, you are about to graduate from college, there are some things you should understand." ”

Qiao Yingying was stunned for a moment, and was about to ask what she should understand, but she felt her hand touch something hard. Although there were several layers of fabric, there was still heat, and her face suddenly turned crimson. She hurriedly retracted her hand, but Guan Mufeng didn't stop it and let go of her wrist.

She looked away, not daring to look at him, remembering the scene she had seen on the roof of the villa a long time ago, and finally understood that it was not a stick, but his body.

Although Qiao Huanting was not married because of her weak health, no one told her about these things, but after coming here, those shameful movies also gave her a little understanding.

Her little face was flushed, and she was very ashamed, but she was also a little curious. Her long eyelashes trembled, she looked at Guan Mufeng again, and asked with shame, "Sir, is this how you will give birth to a baby?"

Guan Mufeng's face paused, and he pursed his lips, his expression a little strange. Seeing a trace of fear and uneasiness in her eyes, he stroked her cheek, turned over and hugged her in his arms again, looking unwilling and helpless: "It's still too early." ”

Too early? Do you think I'm young? Qiao Yingying was a little unconvinced, in the past, her sisters could make soy sauce at their age, where was she young.

But this kind of thing seems to be too unreserved, of course Qiao Yingying will only think about it secretly in her heart.

Guan Mufeng looked at the childishness on her pure cheeks that had not completely faded, and for some reason a sense of guilt rose in her heart. Secretly embarrassed, he coughed and changed the subject.

"Sister Xiao said that she had a misunderstanding about you before and said something inappropriate, let me apologize to you on her behalf. He remembered this and said to Qiao Yingying.

"Really?" Qiao Yingying was surprised, how could Xiao Rou suddenly change her attitude.

Guan Mufeng nodded, looking at her little face with some doubts, and said softly: "Yingying, Sister Xiao, she is half of my relatives." If she made you unhappy before, can you look at my face and not worry about her?"

Of course not, and Mr. Xiao didn't say anything. Qiao Yingying said and wrinkled her nose at him, "Besides, Mr. Yingying doesn't dare not give it." ”

"But why do I think you're getting bolder these days?" Guan Mufeng bent the corners of his mouth and pinched her pink face, "Be obedient in the future, don't let me worry." ”

Qiao Yingying pouted, and agreed obediently. Guan Mufeng kissed her forehead with satisfaction, her head resting on his shoulder, and her little face looked dazed.

In the past, she was an employee, so she naturally had to listen to her husband for everything, why is this the case now? When she falls in love on TV, it's obvious that boys listen to more girls, and she can go wherever she wants, and she can do whatever she wants, is it a lie?

She pondered for a while in her little brain, and was pounding paste, Guan Mufeng suddenly moved her to the bed, stood up a little stiffly and said, "I'll go to take a bath, I'll go to bed later, you rest early, don't wait for me." ”

After saying that, he hurriedly walked into the bathroom, Qiao Yingying looked at his back, puffed out his cheeks strangely, and got into the quilt.

She decided to ask Sister Yun early tomorrow morning.