Lei Xudong went to Ren Hai for a trip, and then went to the state-run restaurant to pack a box of white dumplings and two dishes, and when he got home, the lunch box was left in the living room, and he walked to the bedroom.

As soon as he pushed open the bedroom door and came in with a chill, he hurriedly closed the bedroom door, the bedroom was filled with a sweet and warm fragrance of his daughter's home, and the house was also a little bit of a daughter's boudoir exquisite and warm feeling, which was also incompatible with Lei Xudong, who had a cold and hard temperament.

When I turned my head, I saw that Qingmiao was already dressed, wearing a white thin knitted cardigan on her upper body, and a ginger white dotted skirt inside, the skirt spread out and fell on the stool like a spring flower.

She sat in front of the dresser, braiding her hair in front of the mirror attached to it, her white fingers shuttling between strands of black hair, braiding her hair, and smearing it on her face, and after applying one jar and then another, endlessly.

Lei Xudong couldn't help but take a look at her snow-white and delicate face, he didn't understand the determination of lesbians to love beauty, he just felt that Qingmiao was already beautiful enough, and she loved beauty all day long, how beautiful must she be to be satisfied?

Zhou Qingmiao had already heard Lei Xudong walking in, and continued to apply skin care products.

These bottles and cans were bought by her supply and marketing cooperative, which were originally empty, washed and disinfected, and used to hold skin care products such as cream lotion and essence water refined and blended by themselves, all of which were used to hydrate and lock in water for the skin.

After a whole day of skin care, thinking that the cold wind in autumn was too dry, he was about to wipe a little on Lei Xudong's face, and squeezed some transparent lotion on his hand.

When he turned around, he saw that Lei Xudong had already dismantled the soft and collapsed quilt that Zhou Qingmiao had folded casually, and after passing through his hands, it quickly became as smooth and tidy as a tofu block.

Zhou Qingmiao: "It's noon in the ............, and I'm about to go to bed at night, do you need to fold it so neatly?"

Lei Xudong, a pacesetter in the army's internal affairs in the past, swept his eyes over the clothes hanging on the wall, and twisted his eyebrows, he didn't understand that these good clothes were not hung in the wardrobe, hanging on the wall, how unsightly, and he had to remove the nails when he stepped forward.

"Hey, why did you dismantle my clothes?" Zhou Qingmiao couldn't take off his shoes, so he kicked them away one by one, no matter where the shoes flew, climbed into bed against the wall, and resisted.

Lei Xudong said: "What's wrong with you hanging on the wall? Hang the wardrobe for you. ”

"But I've been wearing these clothes for a day, and although they aren't dirty, they don't look good in the pile of clothes." Zhou Qingmiao still washes clothes very diligently every day in summer, but when autumn comes, the weather is cold, so I don't want to wash every day.

After listening to this, Lei Xudong raised his big palm, Zhou Qingmiao was a little shadowy about this action, because her father in her previous life blamed her for being ignorant and not taking care of her stepsister, and slapped her when she was happy.

Zhou Qingmiao shrank her neck in fright, and just when she thought that the other party was going to abuse her, she subconsciously covered her face, but the big palm didn't fall on her face, grabbed her back collar, and unwaveringly lifted the person away.

Then, in her crying face, Lei Xudong had a cold face, and cleaned all the nails on the wall, as well as the ropes she had tied for hanging clothes for a long time.

Zhou Qingmiao pursed his mouth and was unhappy, and he didn't ask Lei Xudong anymore, and raised his hand to wipe the lotion on Lei Xudong's face as if he was angry.

For the two white tender hands that came out from the side to make a sneak attack.

Lei Xudong In his eyes, she could shoot slowly, and she grabbed it quickly, without letting her touch his face, and immediately clamped her wrist effortlessly, broke her palm, frowned and looked at the transparent paste-like object in her white and tender palm, which smelled a little floral, and narrowed his eyes dangerously: "What are you doing?" ”

(End of chapter)