Afraid of waking up the child, Joan's voice was so low that she could barely hear it.

Song Yichen heard it clearly.

He didn't speak, he gently energized the hair dryer, walked to the mother and daughter, and let the hair dryer work.

Probably because of the fear of noisy little girls, the hair dryer is on a noiseless gear.

Joan sat next to her, holding the child.

The soft and warm wind shuttled through his fair and beautiful fingertips, warm and inexplicably reassuring.

The man was tall, standing there, his figure was looking for it, blocking most of the light, and the light in the whole room was a little dim and a little hazy.

The thin and soft wind also fell on the back of Qiao An's hand, densely wrapping her heart in an instant.

Something slowly overflowed, making the cold heart warm up in an instant.

All she wants is a family of three to be with Hemei.

Song Yichen's elegant and good-looking fingertips passed through the early hair, one black and one white, which was particularly distinct.

The gentleness of this moment made Qiao Anxin feel at ease, and he was full of it.

There was the sound of a hair dryer working in the room, and the sound of Joan's heart pounding.

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The hair was blown quickly, and after a few minutes, the little girl was lying in the warm bed.

Joan covered the quilt for her daughter, and the light under her eyes flickered, like a sapphire.

She knew that the reason why Song Yichen did this today was to ease the relationship between them.

The realization made her ecstatic, like a rabbit jumping in her chest, and it made her heart burn.

Although neither of them spoke, the aura between them changed.

Compared with the previous one and one flattering, the current atmosphere is more precisely a relaxation.

There was a gentle flow between his eyebrows, and she looked at his back with infinite affection.

Faced with such a change, Joan was a little flustered.

I'm afraid that he is just a whim, and I am even more afraid that it is a big dream of hers.

When Song Yichen approached her, he suddenly got up and went to the bathroom to brush his teeth.

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Qiao An always thought that as long as he avoided those few minutes, he would not see Song Yichen again.

What she didn't expect was ......

came out of the bathroom, at least ten minutes had passed, and Song Yichen was still there.

The man sat on the couch with his straight and slender legs bent, holding an iPad in his hand, not knowing what he was looking at.

Hearing her light footsteps, the man raised his eyes to look over, afraid of disturbing the child, and spoke to her in a very low voice: "Cleaned up?" ”

has been married to Joan for five years, and he still knows some of her living habits.

For example......

Brush your teeth and face before going to bed, apply some protective products, and sometimes apply a face mask or eye mask.

She never goes to the beauty salon, but her skin is fair and translucent, full of collagen, maybe that's the benefit of these bottles and cans.

Joan replied gently, "Hmm." ”

There were so many things that happened today that her mind was a little confused, and she wanted to go to bed early and clear her mind.

Then he said to him: "It's not early, you can go to sleep too, I'll take care of you here early." ”

To put it bluntly, I don't want to sleep with him.

How many days has the divorce agreement been signed?

He was only slightly better at the early morning, and she began to waver, how could this work?

What if he doesn't have a good tomorrow for Zaozai?

Even though she covets that touch of tenderness, she can't joke about it early.

There are some things that she would rather not have sooner rather than later!

Song Yichen put down the ipad in his hand, and his eyes were covered with a layer of frost: "Qiao An, husband and wife should sleep in the same bed." ”

He didn't understand: she was so good just now, but in a few minutes, why did she change her hexagram?