The scorching gaze, like the scorching sun in August, made people have nowhere to escape, making Xia Xiaoyu, who was standing in place, feel uneasy.

Why does he keep staring at me?

Isn't it, too revealing to wear a shirt?

Subconsciously, she pulled the shirt on her body, uncomfortable for a while, not walking, not walking.

She looked up and asked cautiously.

"Hu Weicheng, is there something wrong with me?"

Sensing that he couldn't help himself for a moment and behaved abruptly, he coughed twice, withdrew his gaze, and asked as if nothing had happened.

"Wife, why did you run out without drying your hair?"

It turned out that it was because his hair was not blown that he kept staring at him, Xia Xiaoyu suddenly breathed a sigh of relief, because the feeling just now was too bad, as if he was being targeted by a fierce beast, and he couldn't escape.

She stroked the long hair draped behind her, walked to the table, and said casually.

"I'm not used to blowing my hair, so I let it dry naturally."

Looking at the food on the table, Xia Xiaoyu, who was already hungry for the previous month, stretched out his hand, took a piece of bread, and took a bite.

But I didn't want to, Hu Weicheng, didn't do this, let her go, but like a mother, he chattered.

"Wife, how can you not blow your hair, it's easy to fall ill, for example, headaches and the like."

However, Xia Xiaoyu was very hungry now, and she just wanted to eat, not to blow her hair, so she muttered.

"Oh, it's okay, it's okay, I've been like this for more than ten years, and I haven't left the root of the headache and fever, and I'm safe."

Seeing that his wife was unmoved, Hu Weicheng shook his head helplessly.

"That's it, I'll dry it for you."

The words fell, really turned around, went to the bathroom, and got a hair dryer.

And Xia Xiaoyu was unmoved, eating bread, eating fruits, drinking milk, and the food on the table was basically touched by her.

Hu Weicheng, who was holding a hair dryer, walked to the position with an outlet after coming out of the bathroom and shouted at Xia Xiaoyu.

"Good wife, come here, my husband will blow your hair."

Xia Xiaoyu, who was holding bread, glanced back, and then muttered.

"I really don't need it, it's only half an hour, and it's dry, or even shorter."

As for how much time, Xia Xiaoyu didn't pay attention to it, and this matter was just an excuse to shirk.

"Wife, is it difficult, do you want me to bring you over?"

MMP, a threat in disguise, Xia Xiaoyu's whole body cells were refusing this kind of princess hug, she hurriedly got up and said.

"No, no, I'll go right over!"

She carried a pot of fruit, and then reluctantly walked towards his location, and on the way, she kept feeding herself.

Then, sitting down in the position designated by Hu Weicheng, in an instant, he began to blow his hair like a barber.

"Miss Xia, hello, No. 30 Tony, blow your hair, the first time you take up the post, if you are not satisfied, please give more comments."

Uh, is this guy a drama spirit?

Should I answer him?

Pick it up, I feel like a second idiot!

Don't pick it up, I feel that Hu Weicheng is like being alone in the snow, miserable and miserable, very desolate!

"Okay."

I, who cooperated with you in acting, turned a blind eye.

Pressing the switch, after blowing out the warm air, Hu Weicheng aimed the hair dryer at Xia Xiaoyu's hair, and his slender hand shuttled back and forth between her hair, as if knitting a sweater, focused.

"Wife."

"Hmm."

"In the future, men's products are not allowed."

"Why?"

"Because, no man can resist it, and women have their own taste."

"Ahh

"Very tempting......

After listening to these words, I was inexplicably nervous, what was going on?

Xia Xiaoyu swallowed saliva with some difficulty, and her whole body was very uncomfortable.

But she didn't dare to move, so she sat there obediently and waited for him to dry her hair.

In order to break this embarrassing situation, her head turned and she wanted to change the topic, but her brain was a mess and she didn't know why.

At this moment, she raised her eyes and found herself facing the balcony, and outside the balcony, as far as she could see, was a sky, and the morning sun slowly passed through the clouds, revealing her already swollen and red face, like a shy little girl.

Suddenly, there was a topic, Xia Xiaoyu pointed to the sky outside the balcony and said.

"Hu Weicheng, today, the weather is very good!"

"Well, it's good."

yes, what should I say next?

"The view from the window is pretty good."

"Well, it's really good-looking."

What's this called, awkward chat!

Drop the table, you can't continue!

She couldn't sit still a little and began to ask questions.

"Are you done blowing?"

"Nope."

After a few tens of seconds, he began to ask again.

"Is it blown?"

"Nope."

……

The fingers with distinct fingers, gently brushed the broken hair in front of her forehead, the warm wind blew, she closed her eyes, someone helped blow her hair, it was comfortable, it made her a little drowsy impulse, gradually, she was like a lazy kitten, under the touch of the owner, fell asleep.

The silky smooth long hair slipped from his hands, and the first time he dried his hair, he said that he was satisfied, comparable to the craftsmanship of a barber in a barbershop, and when he saw that it was dry, he put the hair dryer on the table.

"Wife, your hair is blown, are you still satisfied?"

He asked softly, but no one answered.

Very puzzled, he walked in front of Xia Xiaoyu, squatted down, looked at her, and found that she had closed her eyes, her breathing was gentle, and it seemed that she was asleep, he smiled helplessly, got up, and slowly approached her, his lips, like a dragonfly dotting water, on her forehead, a hot mark fell, one, only a mark that belonged to him, because, she can only belong to him, anyone, don't want to touch it.

Xia Xiaoyu, who was half-asleep, felt itchy on his forehead, opened his eyes with some dissatisfaction, and saw someone's neckline, down, white skin, like tofu, slippery, and tender, like a bite.

But then, her eyes suddenly widened, she just wanted to eat someone, tofu, but someone, had already eaten her, tofu.

She pushed him away, looked at him in dismay, and asked.

"Hu Weicheng, what are you doing!"

Hu Weicheng, who was caught red-handed by stealing the bag, smiled slightly and replied like a cat stealing fish.

"My wife is so beautiful today that I can't help it, so I ......"

Not accustomed to such love words, Xia Xiaoyu turned her gaze to the other half uncomfortably, then stretched out her hand, touched her hair, and asked.

"Hey, your hair is dry?"

Hu Weicheng nodded and said.

"Yes, it's been dried, I wonder if my wife is still satisfied?"

To this, Xia Xiaoyu's answer was.

"You dried my hair, of course I'm satisfied."

After all, no matter how beautiful her hair is, she has to tie it up, so even if it is blown into a lion's head, it doesn't matter.

"It's good to be satisfied, after all, this is the first time I've blown my hair for my wife."

"I'm going to breakfast."

As if she didn't want to be alone with him, she hurriedly got up and ran away, very embarrassed.

As long as she was there, she smiled, always inadvertently crawled on his face, then turned around, packed up the hair dryer, and put it back in the bathroom.

And Xia Xiaoyu sat at the dining table, pretending to eat eggs and milk casually, absent-mindedly, but her tense body betrayed her spirit at the moment.

Wait, why am I so nervous?

I didn't do anything bad!

It should be Hu Weicheng who should be nervous, after all, the culprit who has caused her uneasy life recently is him, Detective Conan, upline, someone, accept the trial of the law.