Chapter Thirty-Five: Anti-Gailo, Anti-Gailo, or Anti-Gailo!

She just bent over and stood beside the couch, not a short distance from Gallo: stay away from you~Look where your claws are going this time~

"This shirt is really good, you see how neatly cut it is, it is both upright and casual, and the details are delicate enough, especially the diamond cuffs of the cuffs, the shape is very chic~"

An Ran looked at the picture very carefully, commenting seriously while watching. But he felt a little uncomfortable, his eyes slanted slightly with doubts, and he was immediately so ashamed that he wanted to die!

The man's gaze was firmly on the two snow-white balls that she had exposed as she bent over.

His gaze was more focused than when he was reading.

The girl's deep cleavage, peach-like elasticity, half fell into his sight.

An Ran glared at him for a few seconds, only to see that the bright and deep gaze was still on her chest, which was called serious.

She couldn't stand it anymore, so she straightened up suddenly, and coughed twice pretendedly, and her face turned red.

The loud reminder made Gallo come to his senses, but his eyes were a little distracted: "Where did you just go?" ”

"The look is very chic!!"

"Hmm. And then what......? The carefully carved eye shape, the deep eyes are a little blurry, and the man is obviously still indulging in the reverie of the other party's peach-colored picture.

"In short, impeccable!" An Ran said loudly, her eyes fell on the price - "It's just that the price is too expensive, it's still a limited edition~" Of course, she didn't say the latter sentence, and she didn't bother to say it.

"Well, I feel the same way." Hearing this, the man thought for a moment with his fine chin propped up, nodded and expressed his opinion pertinently.

You, why do I want to feel the same as you~! An Ran raised his eyebrows slightly, thinking dishappily.

……

Gallo seemed to be discovering Enron's talent for design more and more, and asked her for advice more and more.

An Ran answered them one by one, but with the lessons of the first two times, she was doubly cautious when she expressed her opinion to him, neither daring to sit next to him nor bending her waist too low.

Now for her, the three defenses are anti-Gailo, anti-Gailo, or anti-Gailo.

In view of Gallo's consultation on the design of Enron's clothing, the originally deserted villa gradually became lively.

Now Enron has more work, cooking, boiling water, cleaning, moving books, cutting pictures, and answering questions raised by men.

And, of course - laundry.

Although the days were a bit hectic, what pleased An Ran was that the past two days had been relatively peaceful, at least nothing major had happened - such as what happened to him when he pressed her wherever he wanted to go.

On this day, it's time to wash your clothes. An Ran carried the dirty clothes of the two into the basin, and changed into the white T-shirts and jeans they were wearing.

In other words, I remembered the serious appearance of Galo pointing to her clothes that day and "throwing all of these away~", funny, tell her to throw it away, will she throw it? He has countless clothes to change, what about her~ In addition to the white dress, there is only this simple dress left.

Golden sunlight falls into the spacious bedroom, gently tumbling in the air.

The man whose delicate face on the bed was covered with a layer of light gold half-opened his eyes with intoxicating confusion because he had just woken up, and reached out to habitually touch his side-

I didn't touch anything~

Gallo sat up straight suddenly, his eyes blurred, and his fully open eyes wandered coldly towards the bed—

The good-looking sword eyebrows furrowed slightly, where did she go?

I turned my head sideways and saw that the white shirt and black trousers on the stool next to me were all clean. His brow furrowed a little, and his long arms scooped up the newly clean clothes from the stool and got out of bed to find someone.

Walking to the laundry room, An Ran was putting dirty clothes in the washing machine, his long hair was pulled up at will, and a few strands were scattered.