Chapter 79

On the morning when the sun was about to go up, Fu Xiaoqian and Liao Zhenbo stood together to brush their teeth for the first time.

This is the most common daily life, which is also a rare happy time for Liao Zhenbo.

Liao Zhenbo, who has always been mature and steady, has a toothbrush in his mouth and Fu Xiaoqian in the mirror in his eyes. Brush your teeth, look at her silly smile, and then pinch the toothbrush move a few times, so I don't know how many repeated back and forth, until Fu Xiaoqian can no longer ignore.

"Can you concentrate? If you brush down, your teeth can't stand it."

"You care about me?" With a mouthful of foam, he asked Fu Xiaoqian earnestly.

Fu Xiaoqian turned his eye and said faintly, "who cares about you? I care about your teeth."

"Yes, my teeth don't grow on me. In the final analysis, it's me that cares." Liao Zhenbo actually said such childish words to Fu Xiaoqian on such a morning, which Fu Xiaoqian could not imagine before.

She has the impression that people who manage such a large enterprise should be like Liao Zhenbo before. They should face sternly all day, never smile, reprimand their hands, be merciless, and deal with the situation without mercy.

To her surprise, just the day before they had an awkward morning, in the morning after Fu Xiaoqian had a terrible nightmare, in the bathroom of Liao Zhenbo's room, he laughed so silly and said such irrelevant words.

She is not sure which is the real Liao Zhenbo.

Fu Xiaoqian took a glass from the lavatory, took a glass of water under the tap and handed it to Liao Zhenbo, "gargle first. First time update "Liao Zhenbo did not answer, but has been staring at her like this.

"What are you looking at?" She was obviously a little upset.

"Kitty." Liao Zhenbo lifted up her hand, wiped the foam that had stuck to her face, and spit out three words in a vague way. Then he satisfiedly took Fu Xiaoqian's water cup.

Fu Xiaoqian gave her a white look, but subconsciously raised her eyes and looked at the place he had just wiped. It didn't become clean because of his action. She was a little surprised. Isn't he the one who is most afraid of dirt? But he reached out to wipe the stain left by brushing his teeth. And he hasn't changed since yesterday.

When Liao Zhenbo raises his head after gargling, what he sees in the mirror is Fu Xiaoqian staring at himself, looking at the fruit green sports shirt he is wearing. He raises his arm over his head, sniffs his armpit, turns his head and sniffs, "isn't it smelly?"

"No After shaking her head, Fu Xiaoqian took a towel from the towel rack beside her and put it into the warm water.

"I'll do it." Liao Zhenbo holds Fu Xiaoqian's hand underwater, picks up the towel from her hand, dries it, and hands it to Fu Xiaoqian.

Fu Xiaoqian looked at his sudden action, stunned for a moment, until he said, "do you want me to wash it for you?" She snatched the towel and ran out with a random wipe.

"Get me a change of clothes." His clear voice came from behind.

This time, Fu Xiaoqian did not make any protest, but obediently turned into the dressing room that only belonged to him.

This is Fu Xiaoqian's first time to enter Liao Zhenbo's dressing room. His dressing room is very neat and tidy. It feels like entering a men's clothing brand store. The first time to update, all the clothes are from the same brand, and the styles are not the same, we can see that he usually likes clothes very specific, and is good at managing himself.

The style is simple, but there are many choices in color, including black, Navy, gray, purple, dark green, especially purple. Fu Xiaoqian pauses in front of the row of purple clothes. She can't help looking at them. She knows that she has a paranoid love for purple, but why does Liao Zhenbo have so many purple clothes? Is it just a coincidence, or

She doesn't have the habit of being amorous, so she doesn't speculate too much.

From a whole row of shirts and trousers randomly selected set, hanging on the hand. Then, she looked at the clothes hanging on her arm. Countless thoughts in her heart made her feel helpless.

Yeah, she can't think of much?

Maybe some people say it's just a pair of underwear. Is it necessary to be so sentimental?

It's not necessary! But for a man who always wants to bully her, for a man who always walks at the top of her heart, for a man who always surrounds her with color.

It's not so strange to think about that personal item more.

She opened the drawer, did not even dare to glance at the corner of her eyes, picked up one of them and rolled it under her shirt, then ran out with a red face.

Kowtow

"come in." There was an obvious sound of water flow, which was originally low alcohol. It was refracted and blocked by the water mist, but it seemed a little empty and distant.

Fu Xiaoqian pretended not to hear, and continued to knock on the glass door with her head pinned. She had to admire the efficiency and "carefulness" of Liao's servants. The door panel that had just been broken yesterday morning had been replaced yesterday, but it was not the kind of thick and firm door panel she wanted.Instead, it's a translucent frosted glass door. There's no more sound coming from it. Fu Xiaoqian turns to check the situation. At a glance, she clearly sees Liao Zhenbo's healthy body standing under the water curtain. He has a really good figure, with muscles on his long, slender legs. The tight and strong buttocks support the upper body of the inverted triangle. Because of the action of taking a bath, all the muscles in his back are mobilized and lifted up, protruding one by one. Fu Xiaoqian swallows subconsciously.

Suddenly, Fu Xiaoqian's runaway thoughts began to return. She found that she had done the most shameful thing for herself. She was peeping at other people's baths and shamelessly swallowed her saliva. She wiped the corner of her mouth with the back of her hand. Fortunately, there was no saliva, but she believed that her eyes must be full of greed at the moment.

She felt herself hopeless.

The door opened slowly in front of her. Fu Xiaoqian grabbed the handle of the door and controlled its distance to expand. Then he handed the clothes in his other hand and said, "here you are."

Liao Zhenbo sees the unusual scarlet on Fu Xiaoqian's face through the crack of the door. He brushes it on the back of her hand. Just when Fu Xiaoqian is ready to take off her clothes and leave, he grabs them in his hand.

The door was not closed again, so the voice inside was very clear. "I didn't expect that my wife had such a strong taste that she brought me a pair of transparent elephant pants."

Fu Xiaoqian is a normal adult woman. If she pretends that she can't understand the meaning of Liao Zhenbo's words, she will be too affectable.

She found that her face was not red enough now, and she felt that her cheeks were burning. She can't imagine that if Liao Zhenbo knew that he was greedily peeping at his bath just now, she would hear what he said to tease her.

Dare not do a second to stay, her hands on her face, like flying into the dressing room, want to take advantage of Liao Zhenbo has not been washed before, preemptive downstairs.

Time estimation error, when she dressed, ran by the bathroom door, Liao Zhenbo just dressed up, opened the door and came out, Fu Xiaoqian blocked.

"Bingbing, do you have a fever again?" He grabs Fu Xiaoqian's hands and moves them away from her face in a bad way.

With that, he leaned his forehead over, so his forehead was against his forehead, his eyes were facing his eyes, and the tip of his nose touched the tip of his nose.

Looking at each other, Fu Xiaoqian first felt guilty. She said goodbye with her face to one side.

"No temperature." It seems that he did it just for the sake of temperature measurement. When she retreated, she came to a conclusion calmly.

As if something had suddenly occurred to him, he said, "Oh." He said, "I know. Bingbing must be tired of helping me with my clothes."

He didn't mention that it was OK. Fu Xiaoqian felt that her face was so hot that she could fry an egg.

This man is really bad, which pot does not open which pot. But on second thought, it's no wonder that other people did

She couldn't think about it any more. She didn't dare to make sure that her whole body would be on fire for a while.

"Get out of the way." Fu Xiaoqian shakes Liao Zhenbo's hand and goes to the stairs with her head down.

Leson had been waiting downstairs for a long time. He was looking down, writing and drawing on the PDA that never left his hand. Hearing the footsteps, he raised his head from the computer. But saw the ordinary husband and wife sweet picture.

Fu Xiaoqian, who was walking in front, was blushing and drooping her head in shame. Liao Zhenbo, who followed her closely, never took his eyes away from her. Even if leson said hello to him, he just opened his thin lips and answered, but his eyes didn't move.

That pair of eyes, which are always covered with the winter frost, now show the scorching heat of summer and never hide the doting, and the corner of the mouth is also hooked with a radian. Leson reads it as a happy smile.

"It's been a long time." Fu Xiaoqian came and stood in front of lesen.

"No No, just right, just right. " Just now, I could see the hot eyes. When I looked at him, it was a little colder. Such a fast conversion makes leson feel surprised.

"Have you had breakfast?" Fu Xiaoqian did not find this subtle change and continued to ask.

"Well, well, well." Leson nodded his head like a pound of garlic. He had seen impatience from his president's eyes. He did not dare to take up Fu Xiaoqian's time any more. Then, he sat down impolitely, lowered his head, picked up the PDA again and pretended to be busy.

"Bingbing, let's go to dinner. Leson has a lot of work. Let's not waste his time. " Liao Zhenbo is quite satisfied with lesen's performance. He takes Fu Xiaoqian's hand and leads her to the restaurant.

"Have a glass of milk first, madam." As soon as Fu Xiaoqian sat down, the servant brought a cup of warm milk to her.

She looked at Liao Zhenbo suspiciously. His long finger was empty and he said, "warm the stomach."

Then he opened the napkin cloth for her as usual, and everything happened so naturally, as if it had been a part of his life.

Is this what people often say about home? Take care of each other and help each other."What's the matter?" Liao Zhenbo spread the napkin cloth on Fu Xiaoqian's thigh. When he lifted his eyes, he saw that Fu Xiaoqian's eyes were red.

"Maybe the milk is too hot." Fu Xiaoqian casually found a reason to prevaricate, and then buried his head very low.

He shouldn't have asked, Liao Zhenbo thought. Like yesterday's dream, it was all wounds she didn't want to show.