When she was cutting the onion, Fu Nanli was marinating the steak, and when she turned her head, she saw Wen Qiao's tears falling down her eyes, and she immediately panicked: "I will listen to you, and I will listen to you later." ”

Wen Qiao raised his hand and rubbed his eyes: "Onion, spicy eyes." ”

This kneading is very terrible, and it is even hotter, and the tears are rolling out.

Fu Nanli hurriedly grabbed her neck and asked her to put her head under the faucet, and took some water to help her wash her eyes: "My hand has touched the onion, why do you have to rub your eyes?" ”

His father's boyfriend, Fu Dashao, felt tired.

Wen Qiao half-lay on the pool in embarrassment: "I forgot, I don't cook much at home, I have no experience." ”

In the past, it was her mother who cooked, but now Uncle Ji is all taken care of by herself, and she doesn't even need to do such a trivial thing as peeling garlic.

In addition to being in front of Fu Nanli, she also does not touch the spring water with her fingers.

Fu Nanli washed her with cold water for a while, and the hotness in Wen Qiao's eyes disappeared a little, and the neckline of her skirt was almost half wet.

Fu Nanli rolled her throat, and hurriedly dragged someone to the bathroom, took a bath towel to wrap her body, and took another one to help her wipe her face and hair.

Wen Qiao was a little annoyed, why did she always be so reckless when she came to Fu Nanli?

"Is it still spicy?"

Wen Qiao leaned against the wall and closed his eyes: "Much better." ”

Fu Nanli stretched out his hand to support her eyes, leaned closer, and blew lightly, Wen Qiao's heart was numb: "Again...... It's not sand in the eye, what's the use of blowing? ”

"Don't move."

He was so strong, Wen Qiao really didn't move, obediently huddled in his arms.

Fu Nanli took the cotton towel and gently wiped away her physiological tears, occasionally leaning in and blowing gently.

Wen Qiao didn't know that from an outsider's point of view, this posture was very intimate and ambiguous.

After a while, Wen Qiao stopped secreting tears, and Fu Nanli clamped her chin and observed her reaction: "Is it completely okay?" ”

Wen Qiao nodded: "Okay." ”

Fu Nanli took her hand and pressed the person on the sofa in the living room: "Sit down, I'll cook." ”

Wen Qiao reached out to lift the bath towel: "How can I let you come?" ”

Fu Nanli put down the hair dryer in his hand: "The neckline is wet, blow it clean." ”

After saying that, he turned around and went into the kitchen.

Wen Qiao looked down, it was really wet, she was wearing a white dress, it was very ...... Causing people to reverie, he hurriedly turned his back, plugged in the hair dryer, and blew on the bangs and placket.

After blowing, when I turned around, I saw Fu Nanli in the kitchen, she put away the hair dryer and walked over with her slippers.

His shirt was pulled up, his arm lines were smooth, the green tendons were slightly protruding, and the neck line was also tight, as if he was enduring something.

"What's wrong with you? Where is it uncomfortable? Wen Qiao stood in the doorway, worriedly asked.

The knobly jointed hand buckled on the glass platform lightly, half-clenched into a fist, and the green tendons on the wrist bones seemed to be fuller, which couldn't help but make people feel full of sexual tension and hormones.

Wen Qiao instantly forgot what he said, and hurriedly stepped forward, grabbed his hand, and said worriedly, "Are you okay?" ”

Fu Nanli grabbed her wrist, and the person was pressed against the glass platform.

Little Red Riding Hood sent to the door, how can there be any reason to let her go?

The overwhelming kiss trapped Wen Qiao's consciousness.

The initiative, my initiative, since I took the initiative to pursue, it should be me who took the initiative to kiss, why did it become like this? She thought.

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