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Is it time for her to get bolder?

Fu Tingyuan is gone, who gave her such a bold son?

Yan Ruyu's handsome face twitched a few times, her eyes were gloomy for a few seconds, and finally she stood up, turned off the faucet, threw the bath towel on Luo Nanchu's body, and carried the person out of the bathroom with the bath towel.

He walked over and opened the curtains, and opened the window again, letting in the sunlight and breeze outside, and there were a dozen or so wine bottles on the floor, each of which was empty.

No wonder there is such a big smell of alcohol in this room.

Yan Ruyu doesn't have any cleanliness, but somehow, she just can't get used to Luo Nanchu's sloppy appearance. He called his subordinates to ask them to clean the whole room, Luo Nanchu was wet wrapped in a bath towel and leaned on the sofa, she half-squinted as if she was asleep when he did all this, Yan Ruyu watched the drops of water in her hair flow down the corners of her eyes, "ticking," "ticking", slowly flowing over her pointed jaw to the white bath towel covered by her.

He walked over and pulled the bath towel out of her, covered her hair and sucked the moisture, and when her hair was half dry, Yan Ruyu threw the bath towel aside and reached out to take off her wet clothes.

Luo Nanchu stretched out his hand and blocked his fingers, Yan Ruyu lowered his eyes and glanced at her, "What's wrong?" ”

"I'll do it myself." There was no expression on her face.

Yan Ruyu looked at her bland and silent appearance, and sneered: "I haven't seen anything on you, what are you pretending to be pure now?" ”

Luo Nanchu lifted his eyelids and glanced at him lightly, without saying a word, got up from the sofa, silently walked over and opened the wardrobe, found a set of pajamas from inside, and then went into the bathroom.

Yan Ruyu looked at the bath towel she had just used to absorb water, and then lowered her head and sneered.

Scold.

I'm really not afraid of him anymore.

When Luo Nanchu came out of the bathroom to change his clothes, Yan Ruyu was sitting on the sofa and smoking.

She stood there and looked up at the man sitting on the couch, and the dim silhouette of that moment made her stunned.

After all, they are still brothers, and they are no longer like each other in temperament, and when they are silent, the blood relationship on their facial features is revealed.

She remembered that Fu Tingyuan seemed to often sit on the sofa and smoke, and the posture of the two people smoking also had a subtle similarity.

Luo Nanchu lowered his eyes, frowned slightly, walked over silently, stood on the edge of the balcony with a hair dryer and blew his hair that was not completely dry.

There was a sound of footsteps behind her, Luo Nanchu didn't look back, a hand reached over, took the hair dryer in her hand, and blew her hair for her.

Yan Ruyu stood behind her, drinking the song, and seemed to be in a good mood.

Luo Nanchu lowered his head slightly, felt the hair dryer whirring in his ears, and didn't know why, but suddenly felt very sad.

"Stop the car."

In the nanny's car, Hua Rong suddenly spoke.

Yan Chuxi, who was driving, parked the car on the side of the street and glanced at her: "What's wrong?" ”

Hua Rong took off her sunglasses and threw them into her bag: "You can catch up with the afternoon notice by yourself, I have something." ”

She opened the car door and hurried to the café not far away, stepping on her high heels.

Yan Chuxi squinted slightly, and with his good eyesight, he really saw someone sitting by the window in the café.

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