The latter words disappeared directly between her lips and teeth, and her ears finally quieted, Su Shaoxi was satisfied with wrapping her two hands around her waist, one hooking her thin waist, and one hand tightly clasped behind her head, and her flexible tongue pried open the teeth, hooked her fragrant and tender little tongue, and wantonly enjoyed her sweetness.

Finally, the kiss ended, and Jo Airo collapsed in his arms, and the person who had been making noise just now seemed to be asleep.

Su Shaoxi helplessly looked at the little woman who was kissed and fell asleep in her arms, and her smile was so doting that she almost wanted to drown in it, but unfortunately Qiao Airuo, who was drunk into a puddle of mud, didn't see it.

He tidied up the coat on Qiao Airuo's body, then bent down, picked Qiao Airuo up horizontally, held it firmly in his arms, and turned around and walked towards the apartment a few meters away, where there was a little bit of disgust that Qiao Airo just thought.

……

It's late at night, and in the villa area in the northern suburbs, there is a villa that is still brightly lit, Han Zhixun stands in front of the floor-to-ceiling window, and the gentle deer eyes look at the suffocating beauty of roses in the backyard under the lights.

"Young master, it's not too early, it's time for you to rest." Behind him a middle-aged woman appeared with a glass of warm milk in her hand.

Hearing this, Han Zhixun turned around, took the milk from the woman's hand, and smiled softly: "Aunt Lan, I know, I'll go to sleep immediately, you go to rest first, you don't have to wait for me to come back in the future, go to sleep first." ”

Aunt Lan smiled kindly: "I'm an old woman, I don't need to sleep for so long, not to mention that you let Xiaojuan remind me to take a nap every day, I'm in good spirits." ”

Han Zhixun smiled, knowing that if he didn't go back to the room to sleep, Aunt Lan would definitely not go back to the room, he raised his head, drank the milk in the cup in one go, and then handed the empty cup to Aunt Lan: "Okay, Aunt Lan, I'm done drinking, go to sleep, you go to sleep too." ”

Aunt Lan nodded and watched Han Zhixun go upstairs before returning to put the cup back in the kitchen and back to her room.

Han Zhixun's villa is very large, and the other servants all live in the servant's small building next to it, and only Aunt Lan's room is specially arranged in the main villa.

Aunt Lan has no children, she was his wet nurse when she was a child, since his mother died when he was five years old, he once fell into autism and depression, no one paid attention to him, and even had a tendency to violence, and the family ignored him, including his widowed father, but Aunt Lan has always taken care of him and gradually brought him out of the shadows, which can be said to be the existence of his other mother.

This time, he returned to China and did not plan to leave after the anniversary party, so he brought Aunt Lan with him.

Han Zhixun, who returned to the room, didn't really go to sleep, he still stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling window of the room, looking at the adjacent villa next to him, which he prepared for Joe Airuo, but in the end, Joe Airuo, a workaholic, finally chose the apartment in the city center to live in.

The structure of the villa was exactly the same as his own, and the walls of the backyard were crawling with roses that had been planted last autumn, each of which he had carefully selected and had been tending to by someone else, just because it was Joairo's favorite flower. And now it's in full bloom, just waiting for those who admire them.

Han Zhixun's eyebrows became more and more tender under the moonlight outside the window, but no one saw it, he seemed to think of something, lowered his head and smiled helplessly.