Chapter 919

When Su muying wakes up again, he finds that he and an Xianyang are not wearing inch wisps.

Just now the sentimental again poured into his mind.

Her face turned red.

At this time, she is just like a little girl.

"Awake?"

An Xianyang also opened his eyes appropriately.

He looked at Su muying's eyes, devoted and tender.

"I..."

Su Mu Ying Dun didn't know what to say.

An Xianyang shook his head.

"If you're tired, go on sleeping. Anyway, I'll be with you."

An Xianyang puts some light in Su muying's eyes.

Su muying really can't sleep.

Especially when an Xianyang looks at himself with such an air.

"I have something to ask you."

Her hand gradually extended to an Xianyang's cheek.

A gentle touch.

Feel the real temperature passing between them.

Su muying knew that she was not dreaming.

"You said

"Ling Feiyu's case."

Su Mu Ying's eyes looked away.

It seems that such a serious topic is not suitable for us to talk now.

An Xianyang's fingers touched Su muying's lips.

Then hook the corner of the mouth, eyes full of tenderness.

"I know what you're going to ask, and I'll tell you everything."

An Xianyang looks at Su muying frankly.

"But you should be hungry now. I'll finish cooking noodles for you."

An Xianyang didn't wait for Su muying to speak, so he just got up.

Then dress.

The action is spontaneous and coherent.

Not like Su muying at all, but also shy.

"I, I'm not hungry."

Su muying's voice faltered.

But an Xianyang dressed in front of her.

And he will look back at Su muying.

Su muying has no clothes on.

I had to pull the quilt up.

The whole person felt terribly shy.

But that man, as if playing with himself, has been staring at himself.

And the eyes are very unkind.

Didn't he say he was going to cook for himself?

Why can't you move your eyes?

Su muying's face turned red again.

"I'm so hungry. If you cook for me, hurry up."

"Well, I'll get dressed."

An Xianyang is normal at last.

But he looked at Su muying's eyes.

It's still like that.

But the efforts to restrain themselves, an Xianyang and constantly tell himself in the heart, Su muying very hungry.

Just left the room.

As soon as an Xianyang leaves.

Su muying just got up from the bed.

The door thumped again.

Su Mu Ying put himself in the quilt again.

It's like being scared.

"Miss Su, our husband said that I would send you these changes."

They are servants.

Su muying was relieved.

But I'm still a little embarrassed.

"Just put it at the door. I'll get it myself."

"This..."

The servant paused at the door.

Finally, he obeyed Su muying's orders.

Wait to make sure the people at the door leave completely.

Su Mu Ying just light feet get out of bed.

The mirror is covered with red kisses.

She thought of the previous pictures.

There are some pictures of depression.

Su muying's face is red now.

The skin is white against each other.

It's autumn, but I always feel that there is a brazier beside me.

There's no way to move it.

Su muying went to the door again.

Open the door gently.

I saw the clothes at the door.

An Xianyang has a good eye.

A brother with a sister.

Since childhood, I have cultivated the vision and level of choosing clothes for girls.

However, he found a suit of clothes for himself so quickly.

Is it always there? Or notice in advance?

Su muying doesn't want to. In a word, some clothes are better than none.

She doesn't care where this dress comes from.

I went to the bathroom and washed it.Su muying changed into a new dress.

The silky touch comes from the skin.

It's very comfortable.

Su muying likes pink originally, this dress is also pink, water sleeve makes her whole person look more lovely.

I'm ready. I'm out of the room.

Although there is no powder on his face.

But it's still very good-looking.

Her hair came down. When she came down the stairs, an Xianyang just came out of the kitchen.

Seeing a woman slowly descending the stairs is like a woman coming out of a picture.

Like a fairy.

An Xianyang has a bowl of noodles in his hand.

He made it for Su muying himself.

But now the eyes of the two people are intertwined in the air.

Su Mu Ying smiles at an Xianyang.

It's different from the old smile.

She is very shy.

"The clothes fit?"

Asked an Xianyang.

Su Mu Ying nodded.

Then he approached an Xianyang.

"Eat while it's hot, don't you mean you're hungry?"

An Xianyang put the noodles on the table.

Su muying's eyes were red.

"Thank you

For many years.

She has never eaten such plain noodles.

It smells like Grandma.

She remembers that when she was a child, her grandmother cooked noodles for herself.

Later, when grandma was old, she took care of the person herself.

The tears fell down.

"What's the matter?"

An Xianyang seldom sees Su muying's emotional side.

Of course, I don't know what's going on with her now.

Isn't it just a bowl of noodles?

Was she so moved?

"Thank you."

Su Mu Ying looked at the steaming face, eyes full of tears.

An Xianyang approached her and touched her head gently.

"Fool. Thank you. Eat when you are hungry. If you think it's delicious, I'll make it for you in the future. "

Su Mu Ying heard this, of course, some dull stood in the same place.

Never thought that an Xianyang would talk like this.

She nodded.

Sniffed.

Before moving the chopsticks, an Xianyang took the lead again.

"I'll do it. I'm not sure what you look like now."

He brought the bowl.

Pick up the chopsticks.

Frivolous face, and then on their own mouth blowing.

Blow the hot gas away, the temperature is just right, just at ease to Su muying's mouth.

Su muying eats noodles, tears flow down again.

The whole person looked at an Xianyang and didn't know what to say.

A bowl of noodles, full of feelings.

Su Mu Ying doesn't know how an Xianyang learned this move.

He doesn't look like the kind of man who lives at home and cooks.

"You must be curious why I make these things?"

An Xianyang said with a smile.

"Well, of course, unless you're in the golden house? Otherwise, how can we have women's clothes and be so familiar with cooking? "

Su muying looks at the man funny.

But an Xianyang felt that he was wronged.