Chapter 1367

White tea is a bit embarrassed, "casual, casual."

"Then go to me."

When the scene said, he bent down, picked her up and walked in the direction of upup.

"Ah, umbrella..." the umbrella is still alone in the rain.

"No more."

"Hotel."

"Compensation!"

“……”

Bai Cha doesn't speak any more. It's hard for her to be hugged by the princess in the heavy rain. She has to shrink in front of his chest because of the rain, and her head shrinks like a quail.

She heard a low laugh in his chest.

Shit.

neuropathy.

Smashing the door, kissing and letting her in the rain, I still laugh at her.

White tea was all the way up the stairs, she wanted to come down, when the scene did not let her down, strong to hold her on the top floor, raised his foot to open the door, "help turn on the light."

With the memory of this place, white tea reaches for the switch.

The light came on and shone on the whole living room.

She looked up and saw that there was no difference between here and a few years ago. The home furnishings were the same, but they were missing something belonging to her.

No, her group photo of five people is still standing on the tea table.

When she left, she didn't take it away. She walked very simply, and she knew that she no longer needed the photo.

Seeing her thoughtfully looking at this place, I put her down when I met the scene. White tea stood on the ground all wet. Looking at this once familiar place, I couldn't help feeling.

"You take a shower first."

A low voice sounded in her ear when the scene came.

"Ah?"

White tea Leng next, turn Mou to see to him is full of the face of water vapor, that little reserve hindsight ground came out, "no, need not."

How immoral this man and woman is

"So you want to talk to me like this?"

She glanced at her wet clothes when she was in the scene.

White tea along his line of sight to see himself, saw wet clothes tightly close to the body, the so-called curves are out, embarrassed to the extreme, but so,.

She even busy way, "that I return to my that wash, my room is opposite the hotel."

With that, she turned and walked away, her wrist easily pulled back by him.

When the scene is not happy to stare at her, "you go to try one!"

“……”

How can people be forced to take a bath!

She can call the police!

White tea heart fierce, mouth counsellor can't, hit ha ha way, "no, you also get wet, you also want to wash, wait for me to wash again, you are very easy to catch a cold."

"Are you inviting me to do the washing?" Pick your eyebrows when you need to.

"I'll do it first. Goodbye."

Bai Cha pinched his hand and walked forward. She was so embarrassed. What's the matter.

Don't you have a chat?

How can it become a wash? Can it become a sleep?

Toxic.

What is she thinking?

The white tea rushes into the bathroom, turns on the water, holds the cold water to pour desperately on the face, is calm, is calm, cannot be so restless.

A lot of doubts have not been sorted out, a kiss does not mean anything.

Pooh.

Kissing doesn't mean anything, she'll kill him!

No, she abandoned him. If Ying's group can make her exterminate her family, won't she become the culprit of Baijiang family?

"Why don't you wash it?"

The sound of the scene suddenly rang out.

White tea, whose brain was full of blood, was so frightened that she even stepped back a few steps. When the scene came, she stood at the door and looked at her with deep eyes. "What's the matter?"

"No, nothing. I'll wash it now."

Bai Cha hates her brain for writing novels. Her divergent thinking is too terrible.

"You wash first, I'll wait for you outside."

When the scene, people go out and close the door for her.

White tea patted her head, can't think about it any more, take a good bath, have a good chat.

After taking a comfortable hot bath in the shower, Bai Cha took a towel to dry her body, wrapped her hair up, and reached for her bathrobe. As soon as she touched it with her fingers, a flash of lightning and flint flashed in front of her eyes.It's like she's... Through this bathrobe.

Bai Cha looked at the bathrobe in front of her. After a long time, she took it down and put it on. She wrapped herself tightly, tied her belt and went out with wet hair.

She went out with her arms in her arms and heard the clear rain before she entered the living room.

When she went in, she saw a man leaning over the open window, with a thin profile, a sharp and angular face in the dark, a thin lip with a cigarette, and a bright spark in the rain.

"When did you smoke so much?"

White tea looked at him, and there was a cold voice that she could not detect.

He stood up straight, waved away the smoke, took off the smoke, put it out and threw it into the garbage can, turned his eyes and looked at her, "is it finished? Blow your hair. "

"I'll blow it myself. Wash it first. Don't catch cold."

She said.

Look at her when you see her, then nod, "OK."

He wiped from her side, and the faint fragrance of her body came from the tip of his nose. His steps stopped, and then he went on.

White tea went to the window, looked down at the trash can, only to see several more cigarette butts inside.

She watched in silence, then went to the kitchen, turned on the light and reached for the refrigerator.

The fridge is clean. It's clean.

It seems that he basically doesn't come here either.

White tea from the old place to find a glass kettle, boiling water, and then take out the cup to clean.

When I came out of the bathroom, I saw white tea sitting on the carpet in front of the tea table, mixing the brown sugar water in the cup with a spoon. The sugar water was steaming out.

She was there. She didn't go anywhere. She didn't run.

It's quiet.

Very good.

When the scene came, he went over and sat down opposite her. White tea looked at him. "If there is no ginger, you can only make do with boiling sugar water. You've drunk it all."

She didn't know how long he had been in the rain.

When the scene in front of the brown sugar water, bow to drink a mouthful, sweet hot rolled into the tip of the tongue, hot into the throat, until the cold stomach.

"You seem to take care of people all the time."

He said, black eyes at her.

"Is it?" Her faint smile, not all because of him.

In the quiet living room, there were bursts of rain outside the glass window. White tea sat there facing his eyes. His eyes were too deep and hidden too much, which made her understand that it was time to have a chat.

Somehow, she was a little nervous.

She took a sip from her glass and sat there when the occasion came. She said slowly, "let's start with your rebirth."

"Poof... Cough."

White tea was choked, and looked at him like hell, "you... How do you know?"

She didn't tell anyone.

"You don't care how I know, I want to listen to your last life now." When the scene with a tone of no longer young strong, "I am in your life, right?"

“……”

White tea looked at him in disbelief, nodded for a long time, "in."

"What's going on, what happened in that life?"

He asked, holding up his glass. Now that he knew all about it, white tea didn't have to hide it any more, so he said truthfully, "in that life, you were my husband."