Chapter 1093

Beautiful big head! Zhou hanruo reached for his forehead and felt the urge to destroy the paper immediately.

Tang Jiyang stretched his arm around her shoulder, turned his head slightly, and put his lips close to her ears. He murmured, "it's better for you to draw me."

Zhou hanruo is slightly shocked. He seems to think of something. His cheeks are red all of a sudden.

Zhou hanruo learned sketch when he was a little boy, and he has great artistic skills, especially in drawing figures and human body structures.

She once drew a sketch for Tang Jiyang, but it's not a portrait, it's a nude.

She showed him with a bad smile. He said it was not like painting, and asked her to follow the real thing. As a result, he really showed it to her.

Zhou hanruo thought of it and couldn't help shaking his head and laughing.

When Zhou hanruo didn't go home, the father and son got along very well.

But as soon as Zhou hanruo comes back, it doesn't seem so harmonious.

A family of three sat watching TV together. Tang Jiyang, next to Zhou hanruo, habitually put out his arm around her waist. When the little guy saw it, he frowned and jumped off the sofa, pulled his father's hand off his mother's waist, and then put his arm around her.

Tong Tong's short arms are wrapped around Zhou hanruo's waist, which looks like swearing sovereignty. The little guy has been growing up beside his mother since he was born. In his understanding, his mother is his own.

In the evening, Zhou hanruo still sleeps in the main bedroom with Tongtong.

Tang Jiyang handled some urgent mails in his study. When he returned to the guest room, he felt that the room was cold and the bed board was particularly uncomfortable sleeping.

He left the room and went to the main bedroom next door.

Zhou hanruo has not slept yet. She turns on the desk lamp to read the materials. Little sweet is about to start. There are many things for her producer to do.

The little guy fell asleep, covered with cartoon sheets, showing a white, tender and tender face, sleeping quietly.

Tang Jiyang sat down beside the bed and gave his son a kiss on his face. It was probably the stubble that had just come out that had pierced his tender skin. Tong Tong frowned, held his mouth and groaned with dissatisfaction.

Zhou hanruo put his hand around him and patted him gently. Tongtong changed a position, his face half buried in the pillow, and he began to sleep.

"Don't make trouble with him. He's very angry." Zhou hanruo put out his hand and hammered it lightly on Tang Jiyang's shoulder, but he caught his hand and rubbed it into the palm.

"Don't mess with him, just mess with you." Tang Jiyang's deep brow was stained with a layer of warmth, and his palm ran up her arm a little bit. The fingertip just got into her neckline. Tongtong suddenly raised his little hand to grab her mother's chest in her sleep, but instead of the soft memory, he grabbed her father's slender fingertip. Maybe it was the wrong touch. He closed his eyes and opened his mouth to cry.

Zhou hanruo left and photographed Tang Jiyang's hand, holding his son half in his arms to coax him.

Tongtong's small hand was placed on her mother's soft chest as she wished, so she closed her mouth contentedly and went on sleeping.

Tang Jiyang: "..."

He waited for three years to wait for his wife to come back. As a result, the eldest aunt of his wife's family didn't leave. Finally, when the eldest aunt left, the little guy came back again. He was upright between him and the boat.

Tang Jiyang sat on one side of the bed, holding his head in one hand, looking at him tenderly and helplessly. "I really want to make you drunk."

"Drunk, do what you want?" Zhou hanruo asked with a wink.

Tang Jiyang raised his eyebrows and said, "Mrs. Tang, I need to remind you that you always borrow wine to be brave and do whatever you want to me."

"Yes? I don't remember. " Zhou hanruo said that the roots of his ears were red unconsciously.

Tongtong has been sleeping, Zhou hanruo let go of him, half sitting on the head of the bed, picked up the information to continue to look.

"The light of the desk lamp is dim. It's bad for your eyes. Don't look too late." Tang Jiyang warned.

"Well." Zhou hanruo answered, leaned over and pecked on his lips. "You go to bed earlier, too. Good night."

Tang Jiyang nodded, and then left the master bedroom.

Zhou hanruo watched him close the door and leave, lightly, shaking his head and laughing.

She came back for more than a month, lived under the same roof, but also plain to him, as if it was really cruel.

I don't know if there is a dream in the night or not. Zhou hanruo had a dream that night. He dreamed about their first time.

At that time, Tang Jiyang was pure as a big boy.

They have been dating for more than half a year, still staying in the stage of kissing, and most of them are her initiative.

That day, her high school classmates had a party, which was very fierce. Until the second half of the night, everyone was drunk.

She's a typical pour. It's strange if she's not drunk.

She called Tang Jiyang and asked him to pick her up.

Tang Jiyang wanted to send her home. She was noisy and shouting. She refused to go back.

Joking, she went home drunk in the middle of the night, and Zhou Chongsheng didn't scold the talent. Zhou Han will not go back.

Tang Jiyang has no choice but to take her back to the villa of Longwan community.

At that time, he had just purchased the villa. There were only some simple necessities in the villa. Besides the main bedroom, other rooms had not even purchased furniture.

Tang Jiyang took her to the sofa in the living room, turned around and went into the kitchen to make sober tea.

When he came out of the kitchen, Zhou hanruo on the sofa was gone.

"Boat, boat." Tang Jiyang called her name and went up the stairs.

In the master bedroom, there was a faint voice.

Tang Jiyang pushes the door into the room and sees Zhou hanruo coming out of the bathroom.

Her body is only wrapped in a big encounter, fragrant shoulders and beautiful long legs are exposed outside, a long black hair, wet spread in the waist, the hair tip is also dripping water.

"Tang Jiyang, why don't you have shampoo in your family?" She muttered.

Tang Jiyang only looked at it, and turned around in panic. "There is no one living in the villa for the time being, and there is no time to buy shampoo."

"Oh, never mind." Zhou hanruo said.

"You, you dress first, I'm out." Tang Jiyang walked to the door with long legs, just holding the door handle, a pair of soft arms suddenly wrapped around his waist.

The girl's soft body is attached to his strong back, and the air around her seems to waft the fragrance of her body shower gel.

Tang Jiyang's body suddenly becomes stiff, and he doesn't know where to put his hand.

Tang Jiyang's subconscious Adam's apple rolled. He turned around a little difficultly, looked at her and sighed a little: "if you know that you are easy to get drunk, you should drink less."

Zhou hanruo's body was soft, as if it had no bones attached to him, with a small face on his back and a charming smile, "how do you know that I was not intentionally drunk?"

"How about drunk?" He asked, raising his eyebrows slightly.

"Having sex with you." Zhou hanruo said half jokingly, beautiful eyes blink, bright, and with a little confusion.

She slowly wrapped her soft arm around his neck, offered to put on her lips, and gave him a peck at the corner of his lips. "Tang Jiyang, do you want me?"