Chapter 10

The next second, the drunk man suddenly grabbed her wrist, opened his eyes, dark eyes with unknown meaning, locked her.

Oblique hook the corner of the lip: "so like me?"

When he said this, black pupil was clear, and he thought he was sober. But the next moment, he saw a trance in his eyes.

The light was dim, and his cold outline softened a little under the light.

Men's strength is greater than women's strength, especially when they are drunk.

Drunk Lu Yan didn't want to think about anything. He just felt that his body was burning. This hot and dry heat climbed up from the bottom of his heart. For a long time, he didn't have such desire. This time, he had a strong desire for the woman around him.

He felt ironic himself.

She was ugly and in bad shape. In the light and wine, her skin was as soft as milk.

He turned over and trapped her firmly under himself.

This is probably the only welfare for a fat girl.

She also has a faint smell of baby milk, which makes people feel at ease.

Yu struggled, pushed his chest and turned his head: "Lu Yan, calm down, you are drunk."

Lu Yan has a low voice: "I know who you are. You are a metaphor. My wife is a metaphor."

The distance between them was so close that she could clearly smell the sweet smell of tobacco on him and the unique smell that she could not tell.

Simile closed her eyes, listened to his voice, and her fingers curled a little.

He suddenly kisses her lips, pastes them on the pink lips, and then starts to toss and turn. Lu Yan's good taste makes him a little surprised and addicted.

Yu struggled and pushed his chest hard: "Lu Yan, let me go first!"

The man's hands are moving around.

Yu is still trying to figure out how to make Lu Yan stop. As a result, before she can figure out, Lu Yan's hand suddenly stops.

Some of them have been crying and laughing.

Lu Yan's drinking completely engulfed him, so he lay down on the body of the metaphor and spoke unconsciously.

The first sentence, the metaphor did not hear.

The second sentence is Xia Xia.

Words and expressions pursed lips, no matter how hot it was, it was cold. She had a great effort to let him turn over. Then she took off his clothes, wiped his body, changed his pajamas, and wiped his face.

She felt like a diligent old lady. The only bad thing was that she deliberately wiped Lu Yan's face with the towel that had wiped her body. I don't know if Lu Er, who has a habit of cleanliness, will be angry?

Lu Yan woke up in the middle of the night. When he woke up, he found that someone had already cleaned him.

He got out of bed and had a stomachache. Since his illness, his body function has not been as good as before.

He didn't wake up the others. He went to the kitchen. It was very light, but he still woke up Yu Yu.

Yu stood at the door of the kitchen, his hair was scattered, which really scared Lu Yan. His eyes were tiny, frowning, without a trace of temperature: "what are you doing?"

You have a stomachache, don't you

Lu Yan's illness can't stand a bit of torture, and she needs to take good care of it. Her voice is soft, and she says in a soft voice: "you go sit next to me. I'll cook for you. Is it OK to eat children's noodles? Soft, easy to digest, good for stomach. Don't drink like you did tonight

She stopped talking, for fear that he would be annoyed, he already hated her enough.

Speech metaphor pursed lips.

Lu Yan leaned on the back of his chair, his long legs overlapping, and the light showed his deep eye socket. He asked, "did you help me change my clothes tonight?"

"Well."

He no longer spoke, staring at her gentle cooking appearance, hooked his lips: "you are a good wife."

This sentence, can not hear is sincere or perfunctory, more can not hear is joy or strong boredom.

Yanyu pursed her lips and continued to cook.

Lu Yan still looked at her. She was very skillful in cooking, with softness. The moment she bowed her head, she had a different kind of tenderness.

After a while, a full color, fragrance and noodles line was put in front of Lu Yan, which moved his appetite.

When Lu Yan ate noodles, Yu was very quiet, so he supported his chin and looked at his side face.

Lu Yan didn't seem to notice her eyes. His face was expressionless. After eating, he pushed away the bowl. Then he raised his eyes and looked at the words.

His pupil is very dark, enigmatic, people can not guess the mind.

Some men will fall in love with women who cook for themselves, but Lu Yan is not included in these men. He has a cook to cook and a nanny to take care of him. How can he fall in love with a cook or a nanny?

As soon as Yanyu is going to collect the bowl, his wrist is grasped by Lu Yan.

Lu Yan suddenly said, "let's talk about words."

When Lu Yan tugged her hand, she sat down on his leg. His other hand squeezed her chin and forced her to look at him.His fierce eyes did not let her every inch of expression: "you and I married things, did not tell your family?"

I am an orphan

"Then who funded you to study in the UK?"

Her heart contracted, some pain, just dropped eyelids, Lu Yan's hand on the force of a few minutes: "don't lie!"

"The Cheng family has been subsidizing my schooling." Words bite the lower lip.

"English Chinese Cheng family?" Lu Yan's strength is more and more heavy, as if to crush her chin.

"Yes."

Lu Yan didn't know what he was thinking of. His thin lips were tight and his eyes flashed a trace of disgust: "don't mention the word" Cheng family "in front of his parents, do you know?"

He sneered: "also, completely forget the Cheng family's kindness to you, you are now from the Lu family." After a pause, he thought of the little star in the room. Suddenly, an idea flashed through him. He tightened his fingers a little bit and asked coldly, "is the child related to the Cheng family?"

Yanyu shakes his head, his eyelashes tremble and his eyes turn red.

Her jaw ached.

Lu Yan thinks of Cheng Ci, and her eyebrows are covered with frost. But little Xing Xing really can't be related to Cheng CI. It's said that when she was pregnant with a child, Cheng Ci was already dead. What's more, how could she, a subsidized orphan, know the young master of the Cheng family?

But he still asked, "do you know Cheng CI?"

When she heard the word Cheng Ci, she felt cold all over. As soon as she touched Lu Yan's sight, she was in a trance. The tip of her nose hurt subconsciously. Her eyelashes moved: "Cheng ci Who is it? "

The voice is a little difficult.

Lu Yansong opened the metaphor, had no mood to continue to ask, stood up: "nothing."