Chapter 59

Simile leans forward and lies on the back of his chair. Similarly, she doesn't speak. The light outside the window changes from her face.

She raised her eyes and looked closely at the back of Lu Yan's head. She suddenly felt that he was so far away. All she saw was his back. She had never been in his co pilot's seat, and she should never have been close to him.

The words of the eyelashes gently moved, she dropped eyelashes, fingers unconsciously curled down.

Under the eye socket is the shadow of eyelashes.

Lu Yan, a man, thought she understood him, but in fact, she never understood him.

The metaphor is very clear.

Recently, he seems to be very kind and gentle to her, but in fact, he has no intention at all. He is just doing his duty as husband and father.

Lu Yan took a look at Yu in the rearview mirror. Yu was in the back seat of him. From his point of view, he could only see her small ears and lying posture.

The words seem to fall asleep.

Lu Yan's eyebrows did not move. He took back his sight. His speed slowed down unconsciously and drove more smoothly.

Maybe the temperature in the car is too suitable, and the speed is more suitable. Originally, Yu intended to just close his eyes and have a rest, but he didn't expect to really fall asleep.

Lu Yan stopped the car and looked at his watch. It was very late. He opened the car door and bent over. His dark eyes reflected the side face of Yu's sweet sleep.

Her thick eyelashes curl up, her skin is white, and her breath is steady. Her small pink lips are just like cherries, which are tempting to taste.

Lu Yan's eyes fell on her lips, bent over her, his eyes were a little deep, and he gently kissed her.

Then, he picked up the metaphor.

The figurative hair is gently scattered down, with the evening wind, gently brushing his arm, a little itchy.

Lu Yan, holding the metaphor, was inconvenient to open the door directly, so she had to ring the doorbell. Aunt Lin came to open the door with little star in her arms. She stood in front of the cat's eye and looked at it, smiling: "little star, mom and dad are back."

Little star can't speak, so she reaches out to open the door and tugs at Aunt Lin's clothes.

Aunt Lin began to laugh. She opened the door.

Little star was meant to call, but after looking at the words lying in Lu Yan's arms, she blinked obediently, and her curly long eyelashes moved.

Lu Yan put the metaphor on the bed. Little star was put at the end of the bed by Aunt Lin. as soon as she touched the bed, she began to use her limbs together. Little fat leg pedaled and pedaled, and climbed straight in the direction of metaphor.

She doesn't disturb the words.

Lying on the side of the metaphor, her dark eyes were shining like stars, just like she was waiting to see her mother so late.

The breath of the words is steady, the little star looks at it, and her eyelids are heavy.

After a while, she fell asleep by her mother's side.

One big and one small, the light is warm, sending out the Yingrun light, soft and soft.

Aunt Lin laughs and sighs in a soft voice: "little star has been sleepy for a long time. She has been rubbing her eyes, but she just refuses to sleep. She looks at the door of the apartment all day and thinks that her mother and father will come back soon."

Lu Yan's eyes were full of smiles, just like the spring breeze blowing over the willows, bringing warmth.

His well-defined fingers curled up and gently hooked the little star's cheek, fleshy and soft.

Little star did not wake up, small mouth moved, small fist holding, turned over, continue to sleep.

Lu Yan's smile is deeper.

He originally wanted to stand up, slightly raised his eyes, and found that the metaphor also woke up.

She is rubbing her eyes, and the little star's action is particularly similar, is a lovely child, she opened her eyes, cheeks in the quilt stuffy for a while, eyes misty, soft.

The words are not very interesting. She really didn't expect that she fell asleep like this. She didn't even wake up when Lu Yan took her upstairs.

Lu Yan thin lips light, fundus: "to take a bath."

"Well."

Women put on heavy make-up, it's really troublesome to unload it, but even if it's troublesome, they have to unload it carefully. It is said that the makeup remover is poured on the makeup remover cotton and applied gently on the eyelids. Remove the eye makeup first.

Lu Yan's voice mellow, from outside the door: "you forget to bring pajamas in."

Yu Yu finds out that she just forgot to clean up, but fortunately, she hasn't started to take a bath, just washing her face.

Lu Yan did not hear her reply, calmly opened the door.

As soon as he lifted his eyelids, he saw that two pieces of white wet cotton cloth were applied on the eyelids of the metaphor. He leaned lazily against the door frame, and the corners of his lips curved: "can I help you?"

His inquiry seemed to be just polite. Without waiting for an answer, he put his pajamas on the shelf and looked down at the words.

She opened the cotton pad on her eyelids.

Yan Yu opens his eyes fiercely, and the amber pupils are full of smiles.Lu Yan looked at the remover cotton, which was covered with her mascara, eyeliner and eye shadow, and her eyelids were blooming and not yet unloaded.

It's like a dirty little animal.

Lu Yan stares at her and smiles.

Yu is not afraid to be seen without makeup by Lu Yan. She is not afraid of boiling water. Anyway, she has been seen before. No matter how ugly she is, she will not be so ugly.

Lu Yan's voice is low and clean: "make-up is very good. It makes me feel that I have two wives. One is when I make-up, and the other is after I remove it."

Words pushed him out of the bathroom.

She closed the bathroom door, took off her clothes, ready to take a shower, but saw her body in the mirror, covered with bruises, ambiguous traces.

She bit her lower lip, the mist under her eyes, the flowing charm around her eyes and eyebrows.

Men are insatiable.

After taking a bath, Yanyu's hair was wet and scattered on her shoulders. Her skin was moist. She sat at the end of the bed and wiped her body. Lu Yan took a look at her and went in to take a bath.

I didn't expect that when he had finished taking a bath, the words were still on.

Her hair was still wet, even dripping.

Lu Yan said, "go to bed early."

Yanyu touched her hair, went into the bathroom and got the hair dryer. Just as she was about to blow her hair, Lu Yan took away her hair dryer. He sat on the sofa in the room and asked her to come over. He held her and sat on the sofa. She lay on his leg.

The heart of speech beats fast, and the ears are hot.

Her hair was spreading through his fingers, the heat of the hair dryer was blowing on her scalp, and his movements were as soft as the breeze. Of course, Lu Yan had a purpose in doing this. When his hair was almost dry, his insatiable desire came out from the bottom of his heart, like a mountain spring, like a flame.