Chapter 213

Yannian glanced at it, then he did not open his face and handed over his nightgown.

"You, your clothes, here you are!"

"You washed the clothes I put in the washing machine?"

He asked lightly, in a normal tone, without embarrassment or shame at all.

When I took the robe, I touched her with my fingertips. It was warm and cool.

It's only a moment's contact. It's like words are about to blow up.....

"I'm out!"

Life, life.

Why are you so desperate today?

Think about it.

Jiangbeiyuan's figure is really good. If other women saw it, would it be ok?

Yannian as long as he thinks of jiangbeiyuan, if it is seen by others, especially Xu Anqing, he has an impulse to kill people!!

……

The water vapor in the bathroom gradually dissipated, and a man's clear face was reflected in the mirror.

Delicate facial features, long eyebrows like new leaves, narrow and deep peach blossom eyes, long curled eyelashes, deep eye sockets, the height of bridge and bone of nose is just right, between the sharp thin lip and jaw line, a perfect arc is formed.

Jiangbeiyuan wiped his wet hair at will and threw the towel aside.

Black hair is half dry, and the hair in front of the forehead is messy and unruly.

He subconsciously glanced at himself in the mirror and raised his hand to rub his clear chin.

Ten years may really change a person.

Especially men.

From the change of temperament and gas field, as well as the growth of facial features and outline, from head to toe, it is a kind of transformation.

It's like a cicada peeling off its shell.

It's hard to recognize the cicada who took off his shell as the cicada.

Unless, I'm impressed with you.

However, the old man he cares about has never been distracted.

So thinking, jiangbeiyuan rubbed his forehead and smiled bitterly.

Suddenly I feel relieved.

In ten years, she forgot Jiang Ting, which only showed that she didn't like it enough.

Now it's very good, at least -

he won't let her forget jiangbeiyuan any more.

Jiangbeiyuan is going out of the bathroom, rubbing his ring finger on his left hand. It's empty.

He shrunk his eyes wide and ran to the bathroom in a hurry. He found the platinum ring forgotten beside the bathtub. He took a breath of relief and put it on again. Then he went out.

So I saw the words of the bedroom outside.

Squatting on the ground.

In front of her was a large black suitcase, with shirts, underwear and socks stacked orderly.

His heart softened and he went to pull her up.

"I'll do it by myself tomorrow morning. Your legs are not ready. Don't be too tired."

"It's OK. I feel my legs are almost better. I'll ask Zhang Fan tomorrow if I can remove the plaster!"

"It's not too late to ask when I get back."

He pulled her up, hugged her from behind, and rubbed her hair against his firm cheek.

"In the future, if you do less, your husband will feel uncomfortable."

Yan Nian can't laugh or cry, "I'll help you pack, what's the matter? Not tired! "

"I don't like it when you give me permission."

His head went down, his dark hair was tinged with cold and rubbed against her soft shoulder socket.