Chun Yuche silently watched the man peel an apple, even cut it into the shape of a rabbit, and brought a toothpick and inserted it.

His hands are like white porcelain, and even peeling apples can be pleasing to the eye.

It is difficult for a teenager to develop a long-term dislike for such a person.

He took a plate of fruit handed over by Ziche Chunhua and ate it sullenly.

The man picked up a piece of apple and handed it to Qiguan Zhusang's mouth, and the girl wanted to reach out to take it, but the man dodged it. She looked at the man and then obediently opened her mouth and ate the apple that the man fed.

There are also some nuts, pecans, peanuts, chestnuts, almonds, walnuts in the fruit bowl on the coffee table.

Qiguan Zhusang habitually picked it up and quietly peeled the pecan, this is a nut that Chun Yuche likes very much, but it is very troublesome to eat, generally speaking, she peels it for the young master to eat. I didn't think that the man would take it without giving his beak, quietly peel it off and put it in the palm of her hand.

She said with some tears and laughter: "This is for Xiao Che." ”

"I'll peel it." The pecans were the shell, and the man's thin white fingers were reddened.

In this way, the man peeled out a pecan like a hill on the side and handed it to Chun Yuche, the eldest young master took it very unceremoniously, and added at the end: "Thank you." ”

"No need to peel it." The girl pressed the man's hand, his fingertips became hot because of the congestion, and the official Zhusang pinched his fingertips, not allowing him to do this again.

The man is really a delicate flower, his hands are delicate and smooth, and there are no calluses. At home, if you scratch the back of your hand, you can have terrible red marks. If she wants to eat this nut, she will ask her to help peel it for herself, and now she has to peel it herself, and her hands are red.

A little smile appeared in Ziche Chunhua's eyes, and the girl's inadvertent pity made his whole person more and more happy.

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Chun Yuche was the first to take a shower and sit back, and the shower gel on his body was wormwood-scented, fresh and pleasant. Then there was Qiguan Zhusang, she took a bath and washed quickly, after all, she washed a little during the day.

Ziche Chunhua watched the girl sit over with her wet head, and naturally stretched her head to him, he smiled and helped the girl dry her hair.

But the same black silk pajamas and the same smell of wormwood made his eyebrows wrinkle.

When the man came back from taking a bath, Chun Yuche fell asleep in the arms of Qiguan Zhusang. He rested on the chest of Qiguan Zhusang, wrapped his arms around the girl's waist, and slept peacefully.

Qiguan Zhusang took over a blanket and wrapped the young man in his arms.

Ziche Chunhua licked the roof of his mouth and said softly: "Let's let him go to the bedroom to sleep, so that you are all uncomfortable." ”

Qi Guan Zhusang nodded, let the little young master wrap his neck, she hugged it steadily, and sent it to Chun Yuche's bedroom on the second floor.

The little young master slept a little dazed, feeling the endless warmth and preparing to leave, he used his strength in his hands, and was unwilling to let go. He opened his sleepy eyes and looked at the girl, the outline of her facial features was hazy and beautiful in the warm yellow light, like a certain woman.

"You have to kiss it, or you won't be allowed to go." He muttered, pressing the girl to his chest.

Qiguan Zhusang smiled lightly, brushed away the broken hair on the young master's forehead, and swept his warm fingers across his eyebrows.

Her blood was wonderful, and only three days had passed, and a little blurred black had already appeared at the base of Xiao Che's eyelashes.

Maybe she's really his panacea.

Chun Yuche closed her eyes and subconsciously rubbed her palm, and the delicate and smooth skin made Qiguan Zhusang smile again.

Chun Yuche opened his eyes and looked at her.

The girl lowered her head and imprinted a soft kiss on his brow.

"Sleep."

The boy slowly closed his eyes.

Qiguan Zhusang folded the quilt for him and walked out gently, and saw Chun Yu Feiyu standing at the door of Chun Yu Che's room, looking at her with complicated eyes.

"Uncle Feiyu, what's the matter?" Qi Guan Zhusang lowered his eyes and looked down at the floor.

"Go to the study, I have something to talk to you about." Chun Yu Feiyu took the first step to open his legs, and Qi Guan Zhusang silently followed.

The sub-car Chunhua, who was bending down to clean up the garbage on the table on the first floor, paused, and quickly cleaned up as if nothing had happened.

"Xiao Sang, I apologize for your aunt and you, she did it to you that day because she was sick, I hope you don't blame her."

Chun Yu Feiyu sat on the chair behind the desk, and there was only a light on in front of the desk in the room.

Chun Yu Feiyu sat there, and the expression on his face could not be seen clearly in this light.

"I see, it's okay." The girl stood in front of the desk, very respectful.

Even if the woman almost killed her, such a serious matter could be brought over by a few simple words from the uncle.

"Raise your head and let me see how you've been."

Chun Yu Feiyu took out a cigar from the drawer, and in the dim light, a little spark flashed.

Qi Guan Zhusang raised his face and looked at the little firelight.

The study was quiet, except for the faint sweetness and chocolate of cigars in the air.

"No wonder Lena suddenly went crazy, you look a lot like your mother." Chun Yu Feiyu exhaled a puff of smoke, and suddenly became white about the reason why Lianna suddenly went crazy.

Qi Guan Zhusang's eyelashes trembled, but he didn't say anything.

"Go get that dress on the shelf, go back and change it, come back again."

Chun Yu Feiyu held a cigar and whispered to her.

Qi Guan Zhusang turned around in silence and groped for the clothes to be withdrawn.

Ziche Chunhua was no longer below, and she thought: That man should take care of his hair.

She quietly went back to her bedroom and changed into her clothes in silence.

This is a cheongsam, the silver-white silk cloth is outlined with Su embroidery pieces of auspicious clouds, this dress is too big and too long for her, and she feels empty after putting it on.

Qiguan Zhusang had never worn such clothes, but she didn't say anything and quietly returned to the study.

The room was now filled with the scent of wood, the smell of wood when it was lit. Chun Yu Feiyu finished smoking a cigar, his head was a little dizzy, as if he had drunk wine.

As soon as he saw her, his breathing became cloudy.

"Come here, sit down here." Chun Yu pointed to the desk, and the official Zhusang sat on it meekly, and the design of the side slit of the cheongsam allowed her to sit on it, revealing a large piece of smooth thighs.

Chun Yu Feiyu took out a cigarette, and the little spark trembled in the dark. He got up and left the lighted place. Qi Guan Zhusang chased after him as he looked at Mars.

"Don't look at me, take the cigarette on the table."

The house now has a choking smell of smoke.

Qi Guan Zhusang lowered her head and did so, and in the dim light, the wound on her wrist had turned a faint pink and was completely healed.