He deliberately deliberately turned around, leaned on the closet, and looked at Luo Ying.

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"Turn back." Luo Ying's ears are red and her face is hot, and Song Xuran's figure is too good... She closed her eyes, feeling that Song Xuran's figure was still shaking in front of her eyes...

You really should give yourself a chicken coop warning.

"Hush." Song Xuran smiled helplessly, holding the clothes, and facing Luo Ying.

"Wife, do you want me to take you to the bath? Are you okay, yourself? Song Xuran paused, and a handsome and charming smile bloomed on his face.

"Can you help me get my clothes?" Luo Ying was lying on the bed, wrapped tightly, like a zongzi, and even wrapped her head in it, and the whole person was angry.

"Why don't you just go and get dressed after taking a shower?" Song Xuran raised his eyebrows, but turned around and opened the wardrobe on the other side.

The wardrobe on the other side is full of women's clothes, most of which are haute couture, and some of them are clothes designed by domestic niche designers.

This is the clothes that Song Xuran asked the housekeeper to prepare, and a small part of them were placed in the guest room where Luo Ying usually lived, and most of them were here.

It's just that Luo Ying lives in the guest room, and she hasn't had time to tell her about these clothes.

From accessories to shoes to suits, it can be called the dream of thousands of girls.

There are underwear in the following grids, and they are also international brands bought according to Luo Ying's size, and he Song Xuran has not treated his daughter-in-law badly...

He took a casual set, then a loose ginger dress.

Afraid of scaring Luo Ying, he began to put on his shirt slowly and methodically.

Buttoning the last button, his thin shirt leg reached into his pants, and with a click, he buttoned up his belt.

Song Xuran, who was already well-dressed, stood beside the bed, and helplessly pulled Luo Ying's face out of the quilt.

Luo Ying's facial features were wrinkled together, her eyes were closed, and she grabbed the corners of the quilt tightly.

"Hey, wife, open your eyes and look at me, and I'll get you clothes." Song Xuran turned his back and hid the clothes he had taken for Luo Ying.

"I don't, I don't, I don't." Luo Ying's eyes were tightly closed.

"You hurry up and take a bath, I can take it myself, I don't need you to take it."

"Okay, then you can go to the guest room and get your clothes yourself, there is surveillance in the corridor." Song Xuran lowered his head and looked at Luo Ying, who looked like a turtle.

"I'm dressed, are you sure you don't open your eyes?" Song Xuran poked Luo Ying's face.

Luo Ying's eyes opened a slit, and then closed them immediately, and when she saw a white shadow, she opened her eyes boldly with confidence.

"Alright, you can help me get my clothes." Luo Ying looked at Song Xuran.

"Yes, you can." Song Xuran stretched out the hand behind his back to the front, and his slender fingers picked up the clothes.

It was originally a very normal thing, but he was full of color/anger.

Luo Ying looked at Song Xuran, although he looked upright, but his fingers were... But it just happened to provoke a small inner \/inner .

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"You can go take a shower, I can put on my own clothes." Luo Ying snorted.

"Okay." Unintentionally continuing to tease his thin-skinned little wife, Song Xuran raised her feet and walked into the bathroom.

Luo Ying's clothes are really difficult to wear, the two of them were too crazy last night, as long as she lifted her legs, her lower body was a little painful.

With great difficulty, Luo Ying put on her slippers, walked out of the room, and limped to the guest bathroom.