Lan Xianshu was helpless, before Ye Zhichen liked to be tired of being by her side, and occasionally took care of the people around her, but now, it is completely regardless of the occasion or time......

His eyes unintentionally skimmed over the man beside him, a little unwilling to pay attention to Ye Zhichen like this, it was not her Ye Zhichen at all, Ye Zhichen in the past would be like this, Ye Zhichen in the past would not ask her too much if she wanted to do anything when the two of them were together, but now......

Lan Ruohao only had two words in his head, wife and slave!

If Ye Zhichen three years ago would become like this, he would definitely laugh at him fiercely, and then as a taboo in life, as a man!

But looking at him now, I don't know why, what my head responded to was just simple, beautiful, as if I saw the rainbow after passing through layers of thorns......

The woman didn't speak, and the man was also very conscious, stood up, looked at the woman with a pitiful look in his eyes and extreme attachment, and finally resigned himself to returning to the room.

The door to the room closes, isolating the living room.

Lan Ruohao looked at her sister.

Suddenly, she was well, the overflowing happiness between her eyebrows and her eyes, and the feeling of washing away the old smell all over her body, completely refreshing.

The illness he saw Lan Xianshu was short-lived, as if it was a diluted spirit, leaving only a lingering wheat fragrance, but the return of the fierceness after the fragrance still made him feel indescribably sad.

Lan Xianshu in front of her seemed to have returned to three years ago, she was still shy, quiet, shallow dimples when she smiled, and her big eyes were as beautiful as the sea.

She was still the only sister he wanted to protect, pamper.

I suddenly remembered the first meeting after more than ten years of separation.

At that time, he was just eighteen years old, and at the age of eighteen, he was used to chatting calmly about current affairs in front of everyone, calmly taking wet wipes from the hands of the people around him and wiping his hands over and over again, calmly enjoying the sense of superiority when he was condescending.

But that day, he really couldn't let himself be quiet.

He got up before dawn, washed slowly, shaved off the shallow scum that had emerged overnight little by little, then a hydrating mask, followed by a meticulous wash, and finally carefully managed his hair.

When I went downstairs, the breakfast of the Hai family had just begun.

He sat at the dining table and watched Hai Yidong holding the morning newspaper, unable to hide his joy, "Dad, Shu'er is back today, you have to come back early." ”

Hai Yidong slapped the newspaper on the table with a snap, didn't even raise his head, picked up the spoon, "Don't talk while eating." ”

The impatience with which he spoke made Ye Zhichen, who was completely interested, instantly stupid.

When Shen Zhiqiu came out, Lan Ruohao, who was still Hai Ruohao, silently looked up at Shen Zhiqiu, who was slowly sitting next to Hai Yidong, and suddenly he didn't know how to speak, what to say......

Hai Ruoxi lazily went downstairs, sat down beside Hai Ruohao, raised her eyes and glanced at Shen Zhiqiu, as if she had no intention, "Mommy, if it's okay today, accompany me to go shopping." ”

When he speaks, his tone is casual, as if he is treating a domestic helper in his own house.