Chapter 55

"Lu Yan, it's very kind of you."

Lu Yan's back is straight, and the lines of his chin are slightly stiff. It's probably the first time that he heard someone say that he's OK? In the company, everyone will only say that he is resourceful. At home, at most, some people praise him for his filial piety. When he is in love, others say that he is not serious.

He dropped his eyelids, and his eyelashes fell into a shallow shadow in his eye socket.

His thin lips curved. He didn't know whether he was bad or not, but he knew that he was not a good man.

This silly girl.

The noodles made by Lu Yan are simple in workmanship and delicious. It all depends on Aunt Lin's chicken soup. However, Yanyu bent his eyes to eat noodles and spared no effort to praise Lu Yan.

Lu Yan is sipping the red wine, he also poured a glass for Yu.

Outside, the moonlight poured down, shrouded in the body of words, her eyebrows and eyes are beautiful and delicate, because of red wine, her cheeks are particularly bright red, and the smile of her eyes will flow out.

It's probably the moon.

I don't know when to start. The metaphor leans on Lu Yan's body and lies on his chest. Lu Yan's thin lips contain a mouthful of red wine, and then it comes to her mouth gently.

Some less than swallowed red wine flowed down her long white neck.

It has a different aesthetic feeling.

Every man is drunk when he is not drunk.

What's more, she was dizzy. She hung her neck and her other hand moved restlessly on his well-defined face. With indescribable attachment, her amber pupils were stunned and full of missing. Her red lips moved, but no sound was made.

Lu Yan seems to be very sober.

I heard the words muttering: "do you want to miss me, do you love me..."

He had a smile under his eyes and responded to the drunkard: "what about you?"

The metaphor does not hesitate: "of course, I miss you very much and love you very much."

Lu Yan smile deeper: "love me where?"

Yanyu blinked, dizzy and unable to say anything, but Lu Yan was still in a happy mood. They sat for a while, struggling to step on the ground and shaking to go to the room.

Lu Yan also stood up, tall, but deliberately stretched his legs.

Yu didn't pay attention to her feet at all. The next second, she tripped over Lu Yan's leg and fell forward.

In a flash, he was held up by the man's big hand.

The man's eyebrows and eyes gently down: "throw yourself in the arms? Well

She bent her eyes and began to laugh. She hung his neck obediently and dangled her two little white legs restlessly.

The man's kiss from the forehead slowly down, over the white neck, over the clavicle, a little bit to uncover the beauty that is not seen.

Lu Yan couldn't wait to push the metaphor to the bed. His thin lips were pursed, his Adam's apple was rolling up and down, and there was sweat dripping on his forehead. She was so beautiful, but he couldn't control himself any more. He could only squeeze her slender waist and fold her long straight legs to enter. In her ear, she called out her name in a low voice, with affection.

The metaphor only feels that she is like a boat drifting with the wind on the sea. She has no place to rely on or escape, and can only meet the wind and waves round by round. She is also like a hiker in the desert, thirsty, but not even a drop of water.

I don't know how long Lu Yan has been struggling.

About from dark to white.

There is a tendency to stop.

Yu Yu wakes up at six o'clock in the morning. The room is very quiet. She moves her fingers and feels sore in her limbs. Her whole body seems to have been rolled over. When she moves, it's bruised and painful. It's like the pain after running 800 meters.

Last night, she was half drunk and half awake. She didn't completely lose her mind, so she always knew what happened.

She pursed her lips, blushed, and curled her fingers.

She and Lu Yan are really husband and wife.

Yanyu reached out and touched the other half of the bed. It was cold. Her eyes turned around and saw a tall figure standing by the window with her back to her. It formed a contrast silhouette with the blue sky outside the window, showing pride and loneliness.

He seemed to have stood for a long time, wondering what he was thinking.

Perhaps feeling the vision of words, he turned around and the shadow between his eyebrows and eyes turned away. He came closer and asked in a low voice, "are you up?"

"Well." Metaphor gently tugs at the quilt.

He leaned over with a smile in his voice: "is there anything wrong with him?"

The simile quickly shook his head.

Lu Yan continued: "last night, I was a bit out of control. Today, if you want to ask for leave, I'll ask someone to help you."

Metaphor: "no need."

Lu Yan didn't insist any more. He slowly took off his nightgown and showed his well-defined figure. He slowly put on his shirt and buttoned up his well-defined fingers.With obvious satisfaction.

Finally, the kiss fell, in the corner of the eye.

Lin has long seen the hormonal changes between Yu and Lu Yan. She was a little relieved and happy for words. How could the husband and wife sleep separately all the time? It can be said that after the birth, I want to take good care of myself. Now I can prepare for the second child.

Aunt Lin was in a good mood and asked Lu Yan, "are little star and his wife awake?"

Lu Yan said: "the little star has not woken up, but it's better not to wake her up and let her have a rest."

Lu Yan had to catch a plane for a business trip, so he had no time to have breakfast, so he took his briefcase and left.

Aunt Lin asked him, "Sir, would you like to bring some breakfast?"

"No, the assistant will prepare breakfast. I'll catch the plane."

He stood in the porch and wanted to change his shoes, but somehow, his feet faltered, then he went back to the room.

Yu Yu was very sleepy. After a while, he heard the sound of pushing the door. He reluctantly opened his eyes, yawned and looked at it with tears in his eyes. He only saw a tall figure standing at the door frame.

She had heavy eyelids, but she stood up with her wrists and quilts.

Lu Yan came slowly. His dark eyes clearly reflected the figure of the metaphor. He dropped his eyes, and a large amount of blue and purple on the body of the metaphor were exposed. She leaned lazily, leaning on the pillow, her black hair falling, and some inadvertently provocative. The quilt was loose in front of her body, half covered, a large piece of skin, like snow covered mountains.

She raised her eyes. There was mist in her eyes. The end of her eyes was slightly lengthened and the stars were shining. The quilt didn't cover up, revealing the slender long legs. The toes were crystal clear, and the toes curled up gently.