Chapter 25

Seeing her, Lu Yan frowned and said to Mrs. Wales, "I'm sorry, she doesn't drink very well."

In fact, Lu Yan didn't know the quantity of wine.

That night, they stayed in the manor of Wales. Mrs. Wales only arranged a room. Lu Yan didn't want to have a room with the drunkard, so he frowned. Before he asked, Wales looked like a passer-by. He gently advised: "Lu, a gentleman wants to let his wife, your wife is drunk, it's a great opportunity, you know …”

Lu Yan knows nothing.

After the door closed, he casually picked eyebrows. What's the best chance?

He scoffed.

When he got closer, he smelled the strong smell of wine on his body. At least he didn't like it.

Lu Yanning eyebrows, light voice: "Yuyu, quickly take a bath."

Metaphor leaned on the head of the bed, heard the sound, opened his eyes, eyebrows and eyes dyed drunk, wine does not intoxicate, people drunk, bright red peach blossom, flooding ripples, dense with water vapor.

She seemed to see the people in front of her and smell the wine.

She wrinkled the tip of her beautiful nose and said, "are you drinking again? You are in poor health. Don't drink so much. I'll pour you a cup of tea. "

She was staggering to get up and really wanted to pour tea.

Lu Yan laughed: "do you still care about me at this time? You're drunk. " He seemed impatient to wring his brow: "go to the bath."

The words did not move, with beautiful eyes open, looking at him.

Don't speak, after a long time, suddenly with a child, soft smile, coquetry: "I don't want, you hold me, OK?"

Her eyebrows and eyes smile, a pair of amber pupil, seems to be a gilded water.

Lu Yan touched her eyes. The soft light in her eyes was like a molten liquid. He didn't have time to dodge. His heart slowed down subconsciously. Then he slowly bent down and approached Yu Yu. Facing Yu Yu's eyes, his cool fingers raised her chin and stared at her for a long time.

Yu Yu thought he was going to hold her and bent his eyes with a smile.

Lu Yan said with a low, cool smile: "don't dream. Go to wash it."

His fingers moved from his chin to her cheek, and he couldn't help pinching them. His eyes were deep.

Drunk words are also very good, she sat for a while, obediently went to take a bath.

The whole head is dizzy.

Hearing the clear sound of water flowing from the bathroom, Lu Yan went to the window, looked at the night outside for a while, and drew the curtain. He was not drunk, but he didn't drink much. Now his head is a little heavy.

He untied his tie, threw it on the bed and hung his suit coat on the hanger.

After a while, the bathroom door opened again.

The metaphor only came out with a bath towel. The light on her head covered her eyebrows and eyes, which made her soft and white. Her whole face was pink and tender because of the steam, which made her have an appetite inexplicably.

Yingrun, looming.

She blinked and went to Lu Yan with a smile in her eyes: "go and wash it quickly."

Lu Yan is not so hungry. He looks at Yanyu and says nothing. He grabs a towel and goes into the bathroom. When he goes into the bathroom, he suddenly finds out whether he is too close to Yanyu?

Share a bathroom with people, that is to say, share bath products, all the ambiguity is not as good as such skin contact.

But now that they're at home in Wales, what else can they say?

Lu Yan stretched his lips and quickly took a shower. When he came out, he glanced at the figure of words. When he looked at the bed again, there was a soft ball arched in the white silk quilt.

The metaphor has been laid in.

Her hair seemed to blow half dry.

Lu Yan slightly raised the corner of his mouth, and his dark eyes flashed a smile. He was so drunk that he knew he had to blow his hair.

However, the next second, he lifted the quilt, light way: "metaphor, to sleep on the sofa."

He didn't want to sleep in the same bed with Yu, but he didn't want to hurt himself, so he had to let Yu sleep on the sofa, but his words ended after the quilt was lifted.

The metaphor actually didn't wear anything. To be exact, she was sleeping in a bath towel, but she didn't know how to sleep. The bath towel had been scattered and half covered.

She curled up like a baby, her skin was white, with attractive powder, pink and mellow toes, and she hooked them intentionally or unconsciously.

Lu Yan pursed the corners of his lips, and his Adam's apple rolled up and down slightly.

Legs straight and slender, soft hair scattered on the shoulder, gently brushed, and slowly covered, two extreme contrast, seems to arouse his physiological impulse.

Yu Yu didn't sleep very well because of her headache. She opened her eyes vaguely and saw Lu Yan. Then she sat up and pulled the quilt subconsciously.

The amber pupil looks at Lu Yan.

Lu Yan saw some slight caution in his drunken eyes. He laughed carelessly and said: "what are you afraid of? Metaphor, drunk are afraid? Huh? Afraid I'll do something wrong with you? You look too high on yourself. Go to the sofa and sleepHe looked down at her: "even if I want to sleep, I will find a clean girl."

The implication is that the irony is not clean.

Yanyu pursed her lips, but she didn't listen. For a long time, she seemed to think of something. She turned to the head of the bed to touch her mobile phone, opened wechat video chat, bent her lips, and her eyes were bright with a smile. Her voice was a little coquettish: "by the way, little star just came to me, and she missed you too."

Lu Yan

He suddenly felt a little powerless. When he heard these insulting words, he always went in the left ear and out the right. Was it because of the lack of brain in the middle?

Yu shakes his hand and turns the camera so that they and the little star can see each other.

It's almost one o'clock in the morning in London. It's the morning in China. Children get up early, their black eyes are shining, their faces are red, their eyes are bending, they are smiling, they are dancing, they are very excited.

Nanny holding the little star, said: "Oh, little star together will find mom and Dad, come on, look, this is mom and dad."

Lu Yan glanced at the little star in the lens, and then looked at the words with a silly smile beside him. Finally he understood who the little star looked like.

Yanyu pulled Lu Yan's hand and said, "say hello to Xiaoxing, Xiaoxing This is Dad. "

Lu Yan's eyes light slightly coagulates, usually sober words can't directly say this to him, let alone let little star call him Dad.

The little star on the other side of the camera is even more excited. With her round black eyes, curly eyelashes and moving mouth, she looks at them and smiles sweetly. A few sounds suddenly appear in her mouth: "Baba..."