Fu Sicheng and Ji Ran fell into a cold war.

For a week, no one paid any attention to anyone.

Fu Sicheng woke up earlier than Chi Ran every day, and Chi Ran slept before he came back, and he didn't sleep in the master bedroom, he slept in the guest room every night.

Chi Ran is quiet, get up early every day to practice yoga, eat breakfast on time, watch it in the afternoon, watch a movie in the evening, and the small days are very fulfilling.

Her shoulders were also healed, and there was little pain when she moved.

She's comfortable, but someone isn't.

Fu Sicheng slept in the guest room for almost a night, tossing and turning and difficult to sleep, always felt that something was missing, sometimes turned over to sleep inertia to hug the pool dye, but pounced, sleepless.

Fu Sicheng got up from the bed in the dark, walked out of the guest room and poured water downstairs to drink, he poured a glass of ice water and poured it directly into his throat, and the cool mineral water soaked into his heart, slightly relieving the boredom in his heart.

He poured another glass and sat down in the living room with it.

Fu Sicheng sat for half an hour, he drank the water in the cup, and the cup rested on the coffee table.

He went to the master bedroom, and Chi Ran fell asleep with the wall lamp on, the orange light made the tone of the room very warm, and even Fu Sicheng's eyes softened.

Chi Dye slept on her side, her long hair spread out on the pillow, she held the quilt, one leg still pressed on the sheet, and breathed evenly.

She was wearing pajamas and pajamas, the hem of her clothes lifted a corner, revealing her small waist, and her fair skin stimulated Fu Sicheng's eyeballs, and he had a dry mouth.

She slept soundly, a heartless woman.

Fu Sicheng bent down to hold her ankle and put her foot into the quilt, and after a while, Chi Ran's foot was put on the quilt again, and his small toes moved.

She hugged the quilt and rubbed it affectionately, and slept sweetly with her cheeks pressed against the sheet.

“……”

Fu Sicheng stared at Chi Ran's face and stared at it for a long time.

He was so used to Ikezen's presence that he was caught off guard.

If you're used to it, let's keep getting used to it.

Anyway, he didn't plan to let Ikezome leave.

Fu Sicheng got on the bed lightly, he tore off the quilt in her arms little by little, Chi Ran moved, Fu Sicheng froze motionless, suddenly, Chi Ran took the initiative to pill on his arm, his head buried in his arms, and his mouth opened and muttered: "Dad......"

“……”

Father? She took him for her dad?!

Fu Sicheng's face darkened instantly.

Somehow, Fu Sicheng suddenly remembered what Xiao Bai teased him before, he said that he was an old cow eating tender grass and married a little wife like Chi Ran.

He is 30 years old this year, Ji Ran is only 23, and the age gap between the two is 7 years.

In modern society, the 7-year-old gap is not unusual, but he is still uncomfortable when he is repeatedly ridiculed like this.

Fu Sicheng looked down at the woman in his arms, gently took her into his arms, and put his hand on her waist.

The next morning, the alarm went off several times, and Chi Ran slowly opened her eyes, she lay flat on the two-meter big bed and stretched her waist, rolled back and forth twice, kicked her legs again, and then jumped up, holding a somewhat messy hair.

Another good night's sleep, Chi Ran rubbed his face, and was about to turn off the wall lamp.

"Hey, why are the lights off?" Chi Ran scratched her hair, could it be that she turned it off herself?

Chi Ran got out of bed suspiciously and went to the bathroom to wash, she just walked out, still wearing a mask, the mobile phone on the bedside table rang, Chi Ran walked over to pick up: "Hey, Brother Nan." ”