Chapter 400

She was furious outside, but inside there was only the sound of water. man The bathrobe is black and velvet, probably because it is too casual to wear. The whole bathrobe is loose, revealing a large chest of men. Black and white form a strong visual contrast, especially conspicuous. In addition, his hair is slightly wet, and there are drops of water hanging on it, revealing his full forehead, which is a sexy mess!

It's all the hormones of walking.

Han Xiaoye looked silly for a few seconds, and immediately recovered. He took his mobile phone to him with great principle and stood on tiptoe, "little uncle, is this your return?"

Fu Zhiyan wiped his wet hair with a towel and dropped his eyes

"Why do you use my cell phone to return messages? How can you be like that? Do you know the right to privacy? Even if we get married, I have the right to privacy, OK? You are violating my personal rights

Fu Zhiyan wiped his hair with a hand, relying on his height advantage, Dan Feng squinted, "the police station goes out and turns right, the court goes out and turns left."

“……”

"You can also violate my rights."

Han Xiaoye was choked half dead by him, suddenly heard him say so naturally, pursed the corners of his mouth, turned his head, "who is going to violate your rights, I'm not the kind of woman who is not magnanimous and has little stomach to doubt this and that all day long."

Fu Zhiyan handed the mobile phone on the table to her, "really don't look?"

“……”

Fu Zhiyan's mobile phone

Han Xiaoye wants to see it. What a good chance. If he doesn't watch it at this time, he doesn't know when he can watch it in the future. Moreover, she did not know whether the curtain girl who had been around him last time had been around him again, or whether there were other women around him who were ambiguous with him. But Han Xiaoye is not stupid. She turns to think that Fu Zhiyan dares to show her that there is nothing in it.

But there is a voice in her heart, constantly encourage her, see, see, in case it is empty city plan. Deliberately generous to her, let her think there is nothing inside, and can block her mouth. In fact, what's in it, just because she's embarrassed to miss it.

Fu Zhiyan looked at the cunning eyes in front of her and knew that she must be thinking wildly. The Dark Phoenix eyes flashed by helplessly, but the hand holding the mobile phone didn't come back, and it was always in front of her.

Han Xiaoye finally didn't resist the cat's curiosity. He grabbed his mobile phone and said, "it's you who let me see it. In fact, I don't want to see it."

The mouth says that, but the body is honest.

She knew that Fu Zhiyan didn't like to play wechat and other communication software, so she went straight to the topic and opened his SMS.

Sure enough, there are not many short messages, almost all related to work. But one of the unmarked numbers caught Han's attention.

She clicked on the text message from that number.

First, "Mr. Fu, this is my number. Do you know who I am?" There's a cute expression on the back.

Second, "you really don't know who I am?"

Third, "I thought I didn't say what you should know."

Fourth, "are you still deliberately alienating me because of last time?"

Fifth, "it seems that you still mind because of last time."

Last time things, deliberately alienated, mind... How each has a kind of thick ambiguity. It felt like there was something between them.

Han Xiaoye is never a person who can hold things back, especially aunt Feng has said it many times. Don't hold things back to Fu Zhiyan, or he won't know you are holding things back. She thought it was, so she handed the mobile phone to him and asked, "uncle, who is she? Male or female? What happened last time? Why are you alienating her? "

Fu Zhiyan frowned and looked coldly, "I don't know."

"How can you not know?"

Fu Zhiyan indifferent mouth, "do not know."

"But the message she sent is obviously very familiar with you."

"No impression."

Han Xiaoye was strangely comfortable, "so you didn't reply?"

Fu Zhiyan eye end a pick, especially of cold Yan noble, "should I return?"

***Said, revolution depends on what, morale! What does morale depend on? Encouragement! Marriage is a revolution for two people. We should spare no effort to praise and encourage the right comrades, so as to encourage them to have stronger revolutionary determination.

So she almost immediately replied without hesitation, "no! Don't return such news in the future, my little uncle. Maybe it's a fraud group. " Cheat!

Fu Zhiyan has low EQ, not mental retardation. He can more or less guess who sent the text message, but he can't help feeling soft when he looks serious and jealous. He took her to bed and asked in a dumb voice, "is it better down there?"

Han Xiaoye didn't forget his previous Revenge of robbing her cell phone and closing her door. He immediately rolled away from his arms, wrapped up the quilt and refused, "no good."

"Yes?"

man Fu Zhiyan grabs her little hand and touches it in the direction of the gun. He bends down to catch her little mouth. Never thought, at this time, the person under the body actually a side head to avoid, at the same time hand also clenched into a fist, completely does not cooperate.

"I'm not good. I don't want to do it or help you. If you really want to, you can do it by yourself. "

As soon as he was stiff, he was rejected by the hooligan in bed for the first time. He had an indescribable sense of loss.

blamed!

Fu Zhiyan restrained the subtle feeling in his heart, turned over and lay beside her, fished her into his arms, turned off the light and said, "sleep."

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On the other side.

Mo Xiaxia and Fu Xiao are equally embarrassed in their bedrooms. Fu Xiao is not like Fu Zhiyan. He is a soldier and takes listening to people seriously. So what Feng Yaqin said tonight, he listened to it more or less and reflected on it seriously. The more he reflected, the more he felt sorry for Mo Xia. But he didn't know how to express it. Junting's face was as serious as carving, and he couldn't say a word.

Mo Xiaxia did not see his tangled like, after his bath, he took out the hair dryer ready to dry his hair.

At this time, Fu Xiao finally found the breakthrough point, and got up to plug in the hair dryer before her, "I'll help you."

"Good."

Mo Xia's hair is curly. It's soft in her hand. While Fu Xiao helps her blow her hair, his fingers pierce her curly hair. Cold and hard, can't help but soften down. The atmosphere in the bedroom is just right. Suddenly, the mobile phone he put aside vibrates. Mo Xia took a look at the mobile phone and handed it to him, "your phone."

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PS: guess who's calling~