Chapter 32

"Huanhuan, my uncle said that he had a share in driving the rat away, but he accidentally broke the door."

It's clearly that Jiang shaoxun kicked the door on purpose. Chang Huan didn't look at the powerful Jiang shaoxun on purpose. She put the cup full of warm water in throwing's hand. Throwing picked up the cup and began to drink it. Looking at him, she was thirsty.

Strong vision fell on Changhuan, Changhuan felt uncomfortable all over.

She looked back at Jiang shaoxun angrily, but saw that his eyes fell on her chest, with a smile on her lips.

Chang Huan looks down along Jiang shaoxun's line of sight and is surprised to find that his pajama collar is slightly open. Because he is too anxious after bathing, he rushes out without wearing underwear. Through his clothes, he seems to be able to see the beautiful scenery.

Changhuan's small face immediately floated two red halos. She put one hand on her chest, and the whole person was very embarrassed. Her heart was beating. The beating of her heart seemed to cover up the purr of ditiao's drinking.

There was a light laugh from Jiang shaoxun. Chang Huan didn't know where the impulse came from. He covered Jiang shaoxun's eyes with one hand and was slightly angry: "don't look."

Throw to put down the cup, the double eyes doubt ground sees to long Huan.

Changhuan can still feel Jiang shaoxun's eyelashes in her palm, which makes her palm itch. She suddenly widens her eyes. It seems that there is a bang in her mind. What has she done?

The room was very quiet. This time, there was no sound of drinking water. Only Changhuan's confused heartbeat could be heard. Jiang shaoxun's lips gradually rose and raised a beautiful arc.

Jiang shaoxun didn't move, and Chang Huan didn't know what to do next. They just froze for a while, until Diao called out: "Huan Huan?"

Changhuan just put down her hand and hurriedly shifted her sight. She took the cup and turned around to wash the cold water to calm herself.

"I'm full." As if he thought of something, he said, "Huanhuan, is grandma back? Have you finished your meal? "

"Eat... Eat, you go to bed first." After long Huan finished, he went out holding the cup tightly in his palm. As he walked, he seemed to be running away.

Jiang shaoxun's anger, shyness, anger and other emotions were all under his eyes. Finally, he ran away. It was really a little cute. He picked up his thick eyebrows and was in a rare good mood.

"Uncle, can you tell me a story?"

Jiang shaoxun side head, see the story book that throw throw throw small hand to hold, in throw throw throw that full of innocent and smart eyes, he can't say the words of refusal, thin lip light open, should a: "good."

Changhuan put the lost cup away, and then rushed to the bathroom. Her blushing face was reflected in the mirror. She stretched out her palm. The touch of Jiang shaoxun's eyelashes in her palm seemed to be still there, which made her heart unable to calm down for a long time.

Turn on the faucet, Changhuan put his hand under the faucet to wash, as if to wash away all the residual touch, until the hand rubs red, but the touch seems to be imprinted in the palm of the hand, how can not be worn out.

She must be too concerned, that's why. Changhuan shakes her head, pats her cheek, takes a deep breath, and calms herself down.

Out of the bathroom again, Chang Huan has wrapped herself up. She hears Jiang shaoxun's voice in the room.

Chang Huan approached the door and looked into the room.

Jiang shaoxun half leaned on the head of the bed and threw himself in his arms. They directly occupied the whole bed.

Jiang shaoxun is reading the story in his bedtime story book. His voice is still very cold, but it is a little bit warmer than usual. His pleasant voice makes up for his emotionless narration.

Changhuan looks at Diao Diao's contented sleeping face. Her slender fingers are wringing her clothes. She has a strange feeling in her heart. Before she has time to think about what this feeling is, Jiang shaoxun's voice stops, and the whole room is quiet again.

DIU DIU's little body curls up in Jiang shaoxun's arms. Jiang shaoxun puts the story book at the head of the bed. He wants to reach out and hold DIU DIU away, but suddenly he puts down his hand, looks at Chang Huan who has been standing outside the door, and says, "come here."

Changhuan frowned and pressed her chest with the palm of her hand. When she found that there was no uncontrollable heartbeat just now, she was relieved: "what are you doing?"

Jiang shaoxun gestured to throw himself in his arms: "take your son away."

Seeing that Jiang shaoxun thought that Diao Diao was her son, Chang Huan wanted to explain, but in the end he just bit his lip and said nothing.

She went to him, slightly bent down, long hair down, fell on Jiang shaoxun's arm, Changhuan just reached out to throw throw up, but the action is a meal.

Jiang shaoxun saw her puzzled expression and spoke slowly: "what's the matter?"

Changhuan grits her teeth, wants to hold and open DIU, and without waking DIU, she is bound to touch Jiang shaoxun's body. The burning sensation in the palm of her hand comes again. She clenches her palm and inadvertently glances at Jiang shaoxun, but sees the smile in his eyes.

He is intentional, just want to see her cramped appearance, Changhuan this time did not hesitate, Jiang shaoxun as a clay puppet, reach around to throw throw throw body, gently will throw up.

The whole process took a short time, but for Changhuan, it seemed like a long time.

When she picked up and lost, she seemed to touch the place she shouldn't touch, and her cheek burned slowly again out of her control.

Jiang shaoxun gets up and gives up his lost bed. He goes to the door of the room and suppresses his desire where Changhuan can't see him. He attributes his desire to the physiological reaction after tasting her good taste that night.

Changhuan puts DIU on the bed. She covers a thin blanket for DIU, goes out of the room and takes the door.

Jiang shaoxun didn't leave. He sat on the sofa and didn't look at Chang Huan. He said to her directly, "I'm hungry."

Chang Huan was stunned for a moment, and then she didn't know where she was. Her voice was cold: "boss, you broke into my house late at night, please leave, or I'll call the police."

Jiang shaoxun looked at Changhuan with a smile and corrected: "it's clear that it's just to drive away the mice. I accidentally broke the door."

"You..." Chang Huan clenched his teeth. He actually took advantage of her and went too far.

"I'm hungry." Jiang shaoxun said again, "it's driving away mice and coaxing children to sleep. It's too expensive."

Chang Huan bit his lip and didn't move.

Jiang shaoxun turned over the painting on the table. It was very tender. He painted blue sky, white clouds and streams, reflecting his innocent innocence. Seeing Changhuan for a long time, he looked up at her: "what? Do you want me to cook myself? "