"Enough!"

Suddenly, there was a low cry, and Gallo on the side couldn't stand the messy noise anymore.

Rubbing his temples, he raised his eyes, and stared at Maza with cold eyes: "Maza, what's going on?" ”

Ma Za, carefully bent down, "Sister-in-law, sister-in-law, I said that you came out for me, Xiaohui is not hard, she has to come over......"

During this time in China, he gradually became accustomed to using Chinese, although he still did not speak it very well.

Xiao Hui just realized that there was actually such a noble, handsome, and temperamental man in the room, so she immediately restrained her posture, pulled Maza's sleeve and asked in a low voice, "Hey, who is this, Maza?" ”

"Sister-in-law...... My friend. ”

Ma Zha changed his words in time, and the young master's identity could not be revealed.

Although he wondered how he called his friend the young master, Xiao Hui didn't ask much. His eyes looked at Gallo shyly, and his whole body became reserved.

This man is so handsome and personable~!

"You...... What death did you teach me to come? ”

Gallo started slightly, "Don't you like to do laundry and wash dishes?" I've got some to do here. ”

“……”？！

As soon as these words came out, the eyes of Maza, An Ran, and Xiaohui all became owls.

Xiao Hui (glaring at Maza): What? Maza, dare to lie to me that you are most afraid of housework!!

Enron: That peculiar housework fanatic turned out to be "him", not "she"!

Maza: I—What do I like to do? Young master, it's not that I don't know that I'm the laziest, young master......

Turning his head to look at Gallo—

Facing the shocked crowd, Gallo was slowly sipping tea with a teacup, his eyes turned to the side.

Knowing that it was probably because of that Miss An, Ma Zha had no choice but to withdraw his gaze and nodded sadly with tears, Xie Lu Xie, I'll go now......

As soon as the front foot left, Xiao Hui behind him caught up, "Maza! What did you say?! How did you lie to me before, saying that you would do everything for me except housework! So you ......"

Maza's mouth was pursed, and he didn't dare to speak.

Not far away, the noise came in a headache~

An Ran and Gallo looked at each other quietly, An Ran lowered his eyes, and walked into the study obediently.

Gallo also raised his tea-like eyes and lowered his head to taste the tea.

……

It was night, the moonlight was bright and clear, and the moonlight was like jade.

The sky is serene and gives a sense of clarity.

In the bedroom with a low-hanging bed, the high-quality white gauze is hazy, which is another style.

The lights were not turned on, and the moonlight poured through the window, pouring the curtain—

A delicate figure lies on her side on the bed, and the falling curtains around the big bed surround her figure in the center, through the semi-transparent white veil, the exquisite outline is covered with a layer of moonlight mystery.

So delicate and hazy, so bewildering.

I don't know the moonlight and the shadow, but it's even more stunning.

Gallo stood outside the bed, his slender fingers hooked the corner, and gently pulled away—

An Ran behind the bed quietly felt the white veil open in front of him, trying not to look there, and looking quietly ahead.

The half-length white gauze skirt outlines her beautiful figure, and her lotus root arms and jade legs are more flawless than yarn.

The movement of his hand stopped, and the man looked at the girl on the bed, his face was expressionless, his eyes were quiet and he couldn't show any emotion, but he was holding the corner of the white yarn tightly with one hand.

An Ran's smile is like a beautiful summer flower, bathed in the cleanliness and purity of Xia He, and it has always been so beautiful when he opened the curtain.

"What's wrong?" The smile on her lips was smaller, but she was still beautiful.

"Nothing." Gallo took a breath, his chest tightened slightly, and his eyes showed a little astringency. Like a ripple on the clear wave, it suddenly converged: "This is not like your style." ”

This feeling was never felt even in his youthful youth.

An Ran bent his eyes, his eyes were as bright as the moon.

Reaching out, grabbing his wrist lightly—