Chapter 39

Yang Xiaoran really couldn't listen. He was so angry that he went back to the sofa and sat down. He wanted to leave at once, but he was unwilling. He had liked Tao Yaoyao for so many years, but why couldn't she see him? He is really lovelorn. Yaoyao really doesn't want him. In fact, he wanted to cry very much, but he felt that a man could not stand such a blow, so he cried bitterly and shed tears, not to mention Tao Yaoyao. He looked down on himself. Lying on the sofa, he covered his head with a quilt. His poodle, squatting beside him, looked at him with pity In the bedroom, Feng Zhuo was rubbing Tao Yaoyao's small head with his hand and joked, "your performance is too exaggerated." Tao Yaoyao smiled: "exaggeration is not the key, the key is that people outside believe it." She lay on the bed and stretched herself. "Finally, it's quiet. I'm so sleepy. I'm going to sleep." Feng Zhuo noticed that her hair was slightly wet because of the bath, and slightly screwed up her eyebrows: "if you don't blow your hair to sleep, you'll shout a headache."“ I didn't wash my hair and blow anything. I'll do it later... "Tao Yaoyao's eyes closed again, as if he was very sleepy“ Get up, "Feng Zhuo stretched out his hand and pulled her up." don't blow dry your hair and don't sleep. " Tao Yaoyao looked at him depressed. "Why are you more wordy than my father." Feng Huo raised a slender leg and seemed to kick her out of bed: "are you going?"“ I'll go, I'll go, I'll go... "In desperation, Tao Yaoyao had to get up again and blow his hair dry with a hair dryer. He was unwilling to do so and stared at Feng from time to time. Feng Shao said faintly, "don't be like a child. If you are sick, you will suffer." Tao Yaoyao tooted his mouth and didn't return to him. After blowing his hair, he lay down on the bed. The front was very calm. When Feng Zhuo also lay down, she was inexplicably a little nervous. When she closed her eyes, it seemed that the whole world was silent, leaving only her own heartbeat. One bed and another quilt, the two people will inevitably have some physical touch. Every time they touch, Tao Yaoyao feels that his heart will miss a beat. She didn't know what she was going to do, and whether she wanted Feng Zhuo to do something for herself? Feng Zhuo has been lying quietly next to him. She doesn't move. She doesn't know whether she is sleeping. Anyway, Tao Yaoyao can't sleep. The more she lies, the more sober she becomes. She believes in Feng Zhuo's words. That is, she really doesn't have any charm. Otherwise, how could he not respond when she lay next to him with such a delicate, soft and easy to push down beauty. Unless, he is a Liu Xiahui! Inexplicably a little upset, Tao Yaoyao tossed and turned. I don't know how long she moved. She turned over again, but she was tied by an arm. At the same time, a slender thigh pressed her down and threatened: "if you move again, believe it or not, I'll throw you out of the window." His voice was hoarse and low. He held her from behind. The warm breath sprayed all over her neck. Tao Yaoyao was a little dizzy and stammered: "I don't move, don't move... Good night." Originally, she was in a mood of ups and downs and couldn't sleep, but now she didn't make hair. She felt very relieved and quiet, as if she had peace of mind after some dust settled“ Good night. " Feng Zhuo said two more words. His voice is very low, lower than just now. It can be heard in Tao Yaoyao's ears, but it has an inexplicable meaning.