Lin Qingyin has a faint fragrance on his body, and the night breeze blows, and the fragrance lingers between the two of them.

Ye Tuo's expression was rare with a hint of ignorance, and he approached Lin Qingyin and sniffed.

"Fragrant."

Even the words he said were prolonged because of drunkenness, which was a bit coquettish.

"Don't pretend to be drunk, do you think today's events are over?" Lin Qingyin cooperated with Ye Tuo's performance.

"What's the matter? Do you mean that Miss Zhang and I are deeply in love? ”

Ye Tuo squinted slightly, he raised his hand to pick up Lin Qingyin's long hair, and then let them slip between his fingers.

Ye Tuo looked sideways slightly, and could see someone hiding behind a tree.

"Miss Zhang." Ye Tuo stretched out his hand and grabbed Lin Qingyin's wrist, his head was lowered, and he said in Lin Qingyin's ear, "The villa area seems to have been mixed in." ”

Lin Qingyin pushed Ye Tuo, and Ye Tuo stayed away, but as soon as his hand fell, he held Lin Qingyin's hand instead: "Your family or my family?" ”

"You're rich, what do you say?"

"Then go to Miss Zhang's house." Ye Tuo happily pulled Lin Qingyin away.

The two entered the villa, Lin Qingyin was behind, and she closed the door with her backhand, preventing the possibility of being snooped on.

Ye Tuo walked in front, and he looked at the living room.

The next moment, Ye Tuo's expression was solemn, he dodged Lin Qingyin's sneak attack, and turned to smile: "Miss Zhang, what are you doing?" It is a crime to murder one's own husband. ”

Lin Qingyin and Ye Tuo fought in the living room.

Ye Tuo didn't dare to break Lin Qingyin's ornaments, he was restrained everywhere, and was finally overturned by Lin Qingyin, and he fell to the sofa.

The edges and corners of the sofa just hit Ye Tuo's waist, Ye Tuo sat on the ground, he held his waist, and looked at Lin Qingyin with resentment.

Lin Qingyin: ......

Lin Qingyin sat on the sofa opposite: "Woke up?" ”

Ye Tuo didn't speak, he got up silently, and then sat on the sofa.

The fight between him and Miss Zhang is too real.

But what's next?

Ye Tuo looked at Lin Qingyin, Lin Qingyin didn't have a trace of weakness, she looked back at Ye Tuo, and signaled that he would save the scene below.

Ye Tuo: ......

How can you be so lazy!

Ye Tuo had a cold face: "I want to take a bath." ”

"......" "There is a brand new bathrobe in the living room to the northwest."

Ye Tuo went to take a bath, Lin Qingyin took out the computer and worked in the living room.

When Ye Tuo came out of the shower, what he saw was the back of the girl sitting on the sofa working seriously, he wiped his hair and approached, glancing at Lin Qingyin's screen.

"Okay, just do it." Lin Qingyin hung up the phone, and by the way, the files on the computer were forked out.

Ye Tuo knelt on the sofa with one leg: "Miss Zhang, am I more important than work?" ”

The man's voice seemed to be aged for many years, and every word was intoxicating.

Lin Qingyin was unmoved: "Dry your hair." ”

"Miss Zhang, can you blow it for me?"

Lin Qingyin could only take the play, she found the hair dryer, and then asked Ye Tuo to come over by herself.

"I can only sit on the bed and blow." Ye Tuo said that he was very demanding.

Ye Tuo sat on the edge of the bed in the guest room, and Lin Qingyin blew his hair.

His hair was about to be blown dry, and Lin Qingyin grabbed Ye Tuo's hair, feeling that it was quite soft.

Ye Tuo's voice sounded: "Isn't it very comfortable?" ”

Lin Qingyin immediately rubbed Ye Tuo's head a few times, and then turned off the hair dryer.

Ye Tuo: ......

Ye Tuo tugged at his hair, letting them return to their previous hairstyle.

Lin Qingyin unplugged the hair dryer, Ye Tuo looked at Lin Qingyin's back, and he squinted.

Ye Tuo stretched out his hand and dragged the person down on the bed: "Zhang Xiao......"

Why he's down there!

Lin Qingyin looked at Ye Tuo condescendingly, and she pressed Ye Tuo's wrist with her backhand.

Ye Tuo still had a hand, and he was about to break Lin Qingyin's hand, but he was held by Lin Qingyin's other hand.