Wen Yu's feet are also good-looking, the nails are round, pink, the shape of the arch is just right, the curve is beautiful, and the thin ankles are in the hands of Sheng Yuchuan, which is not worth holding.

She didn't retract her feet, but was pulled over, and her toes kicked into Sheng Yuchuan's abdomen, and she could feel his hard muscles through the fabric.

The picture is a little astringent.

Sheng Yuchuan didn't mean to let go, and asked, "Why didn't you say it just now?" ”

"If I did, you'd probably think I wanted to play on it." Wen Yu said.

My throat tightened when I spoke, and I didn't feel it just now, but now it's really a little aggrieved.

Sheng Yuchuan did not deny that Wen Yu was indeed like this in the past, and he took out iodine wine and cotton swabs from the drawer to disinfect her.

Her feet were placed on his laps, and the heat continued to spread to Wen Yu through the thin fabric, and she suddenly felt a little hot in her body.

He rubbed it very carefully, and his technique was skillful, and Wen Yu felt a little painful, but he could bear it.

When she saw the figure outside the door, she hissed softly.

He looked up and said disgustedly, "Squeamish." ”

Wen Yu pursed his lips, arched his knees a little, and said aggrievedly: "It hurts, you have to whew." ”

That tone, how pitiful and pitiful it is.

Sheng Yuchuan frowned, didn't refuse, pouted and gently blew on her.

Wen Yu sometimes feels that she is quite naïve, such as now, she is inexplicably in a good mood.

Song Zhirou knocked on the door, "Grandpa is back." ”

"Got it." Sheng Yuchuan responded.

Wen Yu arched his knees, the skirt was silk, the fabric slid on the thighs, revealing a pair of white and long legs, Sheng Yuchuan's action just now, as if the two were doing, the whole picture was vivid.

Song Zhirou clenched her fists and stood at the door without moving.

Wen Yu spoke up: "Sister Zhirou, we have to change our clothes, haven't you seen enough?" ”

Hearing this, Song Zhirou turned her head and went downstairs.

Wen Yu, who was in a good mood, retracted his feet without a trace of nostalgia and went to change his clothes inside.

What she didn't see was that Sheng Yuchuan's face was completely cold, and the corners of his mouth hooked up a sarcastic smile.

He opened the door of the changing room, Wen Yu had just faded her skirt halfway, her white shoulders and chest were exposed, she snorted, and hurriedly pulled up her skirt to cover it.

"Why didn't you knock?" Wen Yu was angry and annoyed.

Sheng Yuchuan didn't reply, but stood still in front of Wen Yu, looking at her condescendingly.

"Wen Manman, it's good to use me?!"

There was a smile on the corner of his mouth, but his eyes were cold, and the raised eyebrow on one side raised the tail of his eyes even more, and Wen Yu was a little stunned.

In the next second, Wen Yu's waist was hooked by him, and when he moved forward, Wen Yu's whole person was attached to him.

Her clothes are half-covered and half-exposed, and her face is red, like a seductive goblin.

Just - the seduction failed.

Sheng Yuchuan clasped the back of her neck, seemingly gentle, and her tone was cold, "One last time, don't provoke me, huh?" ”

Wen Yu swallowed his saliva and nodded.

……

Wen Yu went downstairs, and everyone was already sitting at the long dining table, looking at her with their eyes brushed.

Song Zhirou sat on the left side of Sheng Yuchuan, and the seat on the right was vacant, so she walked over and sat down.

In the center is an old man with white hair and gray spirits, Sheng Yuchuan's grandfather, Sheng Yukai.

"Girl Wen, what's wrong with your feet?" Sheng Yu asked.

"It's okay, grandpa, I fell." Wen Yu said lightly.

"Young people, it's just not good to take care of your body, unlike us old people, if you fall, it's really hurtful." Sheng Yukai turned to Sheng Yuchuan, "Yuchuan, take care of Wen Yatou more, do you hear it." ”

"Got it." Sheng Yuchuan said.

The maid will prepare the meal, and the whole family feast made of bluefin tuna is full of color, flavor and taste.

I have to say that Zeng Jing does have a set of cooking, and Wen Yu eats with relish.

"Wen Yu, why did you suddenly marry Yu Chuan?" Song Zhirou asked.