"I can't walk, what should I do?" Bai Nuan asked herself that she was already a mature boss, so she would still be able to do these basic operations.

For example, when you are soft and angry, you should sell it appropriately.

It's all your own family, image or something, it's not that important!

An Yang was silent, bent down to pick her up, and stuffed her into the car, his eyes were heavy, and the cold air on his body did not disperse at all.

Bai Nuan sat in the passenger seat and peeked at it.

Very good, handsome as always.

It's not too soft.

The car drove all the way home.

It's not that there is Li Chuanning and their house at home, it's another one.

Where he lived when Bai Nuan was not there before.

It's huge.

Simple European style, hard tone.

His body was a little wet with the water on Bai Nuan's body, and there was a coldness between his eyebrows.

Bai Nuan didn't speak, and he didn't speak.

Carried the person directly into the bathroom and placed her on the same bathtub table.

Adjust the water temperature yourself.

He doesn't seem to be in the right mood today, as long as she doesn't reason with him on weekdays, he will basically be okay by himself, but now he doesn't speak.

Anyang adjusted the temperature of the water, turned his head again, turned on the warm light, half-squatted down, and unbuttoned her clothes with lowered eyes.

The garment was stripped away.

The tender white egg came out of the shell, and the movements of his hand did not pause, as if it was just a dead thing in front of him.

Bai Nuan was peeled by him.

The big guy has no choice, she has to coax people.

But today's softness is extremely difficult to coax, and even she can't coax it.

An Yang reached out and carried her into the bathtub where the water had been placed.

The water hasn't overflowed yet.

Bai Nuan reached out and put it on the edge of the bathtub, and her thin white fingers grabbed the edge of the bathtub and winked at him. 168 Books

"You're wet too."

His situation is just a little better than hers.

An Yang didn't speak, and lowered his eyes to pour water on her shoulder.

After about ten minutes of washing her without distraction, he stood up, his knuckled fingers resting on the button of his shirt.

Bai Nuan's eyelids trembled slightly, and his legs felt a little soft.

He looked down at her with a stoic depression in his eyes.

……

The sound of water sounded, and the water in the bathtub spilled out one after another, wetting the floor.

On the edge of the porcelain-white bathtub, the woman's white fingers grasped tightly, and the man's hand covered it, grabbing her hand with the edge of the bathtub.

The fog was thick, and breathing became dull and difficult to release.

Fireworks bloom in the dark and bloom at the top to create the most brilliant flowers.

"Warm Warm...... My dad died. She heard his muffled voice ringing in her ears.

……

The night was long, the wind and rain outside, and the clouds and rain inside were also Wushan.

The night was long, and the songs were long.

……

Chen'an Road, Room 132.

Chen Xiaoruan hid under the eaves, and his body was drenched in the rain.

She hugged her shoulders and hid there shivering.

Obviously, as long as you go in a little more, you can avoid getting wet in the wind and rain.

But she didn't, she was afraid that she would go in some by herself, and Song Zhengyang would come over after a while and couldn't see her.

It's getting dark.

Chen Xiaoruan had a fever and was groggy, but he still stubbornly clung to the wall and refused to let go.

The rain had just stopped, and there was a very light layer of fog, but it was far away, and it was thicker again.

She didn't know if she was burned out, she saw the person she was thinking about, coming from the mist, as if hoping to be lit, he was towards her, step by step.

Is he coming?