After he left, Chong Hanyu sat down on Yang Yang's chair, frowned at Yu Chaodui who was nested in the back chair, and said:

"Don't just say things like that, you won't know what those kids will do because of your casual words."

Yu Chaodui shook his head, took off the mask on his face, revealing a face between the demon and the beautiful, the blood-colored pattern on the center of the eyebrows was in full bloom, and the corners of the eyes were hooked, all of them were unintentional charm, and asked:

"Then you say it yourself, what is my disfigured face?"

He said that he wanted to be temperate, Chong Hanyu blamed her for talking nonsense, why didn't he reflect on himself? The foolishness all day and night forced Yu Chaodu's skills to progress rapidly.

She only teaches people to look at this face, and they will be taken mindfully, can you see it?

Chong Hanyu looked at Yu Chaodui, a little shaken, his heartbeat began to speed up slowly, and then frowned, watching Yu Chaodui put the mask on his face back again, and nodded,

"It's better to wear a mask, people who lack concentration will be very dangerous around you."

Yu Chaodui in the chair snorted, put on the mask on his face again, ignored Han Yu, and turned his head to look at the stars in the sky.

After a while, Yu Chaodui felt the heavy cold Yu get up, he entered the house, found a soft cushion, walked to Yu Chaodui's side, bent down, and lifted Yu Chaodui up with one hand around his waist.

She frowned, looked up in Chong Hanyu's arms, looked at the outline of his chin and asked:

"Do what?"

Chong Hanyu didn't answer her, put the soft cushion in his hand on Yu Chaodui's back, then lowered his head, his lips were on Yu Chaodu's forehead, and said in a low voice:

"It's more comfortable to sit like this."

Originally, Yu Chaodui was afraid that he was going to mess around again, so he wanted to hit him, but his fists were already pinched, but he was stunned by Chong Hanyu's words.

She lowered her eyes slightly, her waist was still in the crook of Chong Hanyu's arms, and her breath was full of the familiar smell of Chong Hanyu's body.

This smell has accompanied her for many, many years, birth and death, bloody rain, high bed and soft pillows, drunken gold fans, all of them are him.

For a moment, Yu Chaodui seemed to see the shadow of Chong Hanyu in Qinglong City, she was surprised, her clenched fist loosened, and her five fingers gently, gently, pushed Chong Hanyu's shoulder.

He looked down, the lines of his face taut, put his hands on her shoulders, and asked:

"Is it more comfortable to sit like this?"

"Hmm."

She responded gently, closed her eyes, and the hand that pushed Zhong Hanyu's shoulder loosened, but he straightened up and left her, turned around, took out a hair dryer from the storage bag, turned it to her back, and blew her long wet hair.

Yu Chaodui turned his head and looked at the hair dryer in Chong Hanyu's hand, the wire had not been connected to the socket, but it was in Chong Hanyu's hand, whirring and turning, he was a thunderbolt ability, and it was easy to drive a hair dryer.

Feeling fresh for a moment, she reached out and pulled the plug of the hair dryer and played with it in her hand.

Chong Hanyu looked at her like that, his eyes couldn't help but soften a lot, and he lowered his head and asked:

"My hair is wet, and now it's so cold, I'm not here, why don't you know to take good care of yourself?"

Yu Chaodui, who was sitting on the rattan chair, was stunned for a moment, Chong Hanyu's words sounded so strange, as if he had been with her for a long time, and he hadn't seen her for a long time.

In fact, Chong Hanyu in this life always shows his understanding of her in the subtleties.

Yu Chaodu's head tilted back, looking at Chong Hanyu who was standing behind her and helping her blow her hair, the more she looked at it, the more she felt that the soft color and patience between her eyebrows were very similar to Chong Hanyu in Qinglong City.

In fact, Chong Hanyu is Chong Hanyu, and he is also Chong Hanyu in his two lives, and he is naturally similar to himself.

But how did Yu Chaodui notice such a different meaning?

She quietly thought about Chong Hanyu's words, how did she take care of herself when he was away?

In her previous life, she was with Qinglong City Chonghanyu, what she wanted, but most of the time she was either on the battlefield, or on the way to the battlefield, fighting and killing for many years, and there was no taking care of herself.

But she was injured, there was Chong Hanyu to clean her wounds, she was hungry, there was Chong Hanyu to catch mutant animals for her to absorb essence, her hair was not dry, and Chong Hanyu helped her dry her long hair behind her back.

By Chong Hanyu's side, he would always carry a cushion with him, which was not for himself, it was for Yu Chaodui.

He developed the habit of her sitting crookedly in the chair and having to put a cushion on the back of her waist, and also developed the habit of being taken care of by him in her life.

This is a kind of run-in in life, and people who have lived together for many years will not know her like this.

But she and Chong Hanyu in this life, after a full fight, how many years have the two spent together?

In the past few years, I have to deduct most of the time when she is out on the waves.

Yu Chaodui was puzzled, she had been feeling more and more recently, as Chong Hanyu's mood became more and more stable, he became more and more compatible with her.

It seems to have been split into two semi-circles, and gradually merged into a circle.

No one can break it, and no one can get in.

The night was as cold as water, the two did not speak again, the atmosphere was just right at this time, as if there was no need to say anything again, Chong Hanyu, who was standing behind Yu Chaodui, pursed her lips, she didn't answer him and didn't ask anymore, she only dried Yu Chaodui's hair, put away the hair dryer, lowered his head and asked:

"Are you going to rest?"

"Go."

Yu Chaodui stood up, brushed his long hair with his backhand, and was about to go to the room where he was.

But she was grabbed by Chong Hanyu's wrist, she stopped, looked at Chong Hanyu sideways, and asked with an unknown expression:

"Anything else?"

The night is so long, she is going to rest, don't you invite him to go with her?

Seeing that Chong Hanyu pursed her lips tightly and didn't speak, Yu Chaodu's face suddenly turned red, she lowered her voice, gritted her teeth and said:

"Why are you like this? During the day, on the way here...... Let go. ”

"Day is day, night is night."

Chong Hanyu said it as a matter of course, he seemed to have been suffocated by Yu Chaodui for a lifetime, and he would never let it go once he had the opportunity.

And as his memory became smoother and smoother, his fire burned more and more, and he had to come and extinguish it for him, and he couldn't fake others.

Yu Yue hurriedly came up to the second floor, her footsteps were very loud, and she was just about to speak, when she saw his great god, holding the city lord from behind, and looking like she wanted to be on the spot.

Yu Yue was dumbfounded, her eyeballs were about to fall out, Mom, Mom, I've always been proud and self-conscious, this is... What is the rhythm of the city lord of the good family?

He opened his mouth, and was about to call everyone to come and see, but Chong Hanyu pinched him and hit him with an aura, his eyes with warnings, telling him to shut up.