Chapter 233

Bingxia let Huan Gufeng hold her out of the bathroom, lying on the bed also don't want to move.

Huan Gufeng wears a big bath towel around his waist. The last time he wore a fruit, bingxia's is just wrapped in a big pink bath towel and covered with a quilt. He directly pulls bingxia into his arms.

Close together, feel each other's heat.

At noon, uncle Fu cooked the meal. He didn't see bingxia coming downstairs, nor did Huan Gufeng. He was about to knock on the door, but he was stopped by master Huan. He just laughed and asked Uncle Fu to help him to the dining room.

Bingxia didn't wake up until six o'clock in the evening. The people beside her were no longer there, and the sunken marks were cold. She should have been walking for a long time. She slowly got up, and her whole body was sore. She clearly remembered that Huan Gufeng came back in the morning, and they were burning in the bathroom. In the end, she didn't know how she got out and was still lying on the bed.

Opened the quilt, she looked at her body one after another blue and purple mark, embarrassed to pull the sliding towel.

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She quickly went to the wardrobe, took out a set of casual clothes, put on, and then went to open the door.

Seeing uncle Fu standing at the door, he said with a smile, "good morning, uncle Fu."

Uncle Fu looked at some puffy bags under his eyes, and there was an obvious cyan purple mark on the neckline, so he knew everything.

"Miss bingxia, dinner is ready. The master asked you to go down and eat together. You didn't eat at noon."

"Well, uncle Fu, you tell Uncle that I'll be down in ten minutes. Thank you." Bingxia doesn't want to go downstairs like this, so she wants to clean up and go down again.

Uncle Fu kept smiling, nodded, turned around and left with a smile.

Bingxia saw Uncle Fu's strange smile when she left, and knew that it must have been exposed. So she quickly went to the bathroom. From the mirror, she suddenly saw a clear cyan purple on her neck. She quickly covered her face shyly, which was just too embarrassing.

Sitting in the dining room, Mr. Huan didn't move his chopsticks. He held the stick tightly in his hands and looked at Uncle Fu with smart eyes. Uncle Fu kept smiling and asked, "Ah Fu, what's the matter with you? Why do you keep giggling

When Uncle Fu heard this, he walked quickly to master Huan. After whispering a few words, master Huan also laughed.

Bingxia pulled the zipper of the casual coat directly to the top, in order to cover the mark on the neck.

"Bingxia girl, come here. It's hard for you to have dinner with an old man. Do you have anything you like? If not, I want Ah Fu to do it for you. " Huan old man's eyes have been staring at the ice summer coming in, kindly said.

Bingxia is a little flattered. She secretly gets up at five o'clock every day to make breakfast for the old man. Only uncle Fu knows about it. She also asks uncle Fu not to say anything about it. But looking at the old man's look, she seems to know that breakfast is made by her.

She begged uncle Fu to keep it secret, but now she only insisted on it for a month. She looked at Uncle Fu standing at the door, and her eyes were helpless.

Uncle Fu looked at her with a smile and did not respond to her transmission.

"Bingxia girl, what are you looking at? If you want to eat something, you can say it. You will soon be a member of Huan family. Cooking is the most important thing. Feng'er is a tough eater. Most chefs don't eat it. They grew up eating Ah Fu's food. Now I want to ask you to cook more delicious food for feng'er. In fact, he... " Old man Huan choked. When it comes to eating, he thinks of Huan Gufeng's mother, who is also a woman who cooks delicious food and is virtuous. There are some similarities with bingxia.

"Master, the young master said that he would not come back for dinner in the evening, so we don't have to wait for him." Uncle Fu in order to change the topic, don't let just discharged Huan old man too sad, directly blurted out this sentence.

Huan old son stares at the side of Fu Shu, Fu Shu quickly lowers his head, dare not see.

Bingxia nods. It's true that she seldom sees Huan Gufeng eating at home. She seldom eats at home when she is with him. She always eats outside. However, she also recognizes the meaning of the old man's words, that is, she needs to get rid of the man's stomach before she can get the man.

"Uncle, is Gufeng OK? Last time we went to the night market in Tangren street, he ate better than me." Bingxia remembers that he went to Tangren street last time. At first, Huan Gufeng despised it and thought it was unsanitary. But he couldn't resist bingxia's persuasion and ate something. As a result, Huan Gufeng also bought it.

"Sugar street?" Hearing the words "sugar street", Mr. Huan recalled a lot of memories and fell into meditation.

Uncle Fu and bingxia frown at master Huan, especially bingxia. Her palms are sweating. She doesn't know if she said something wrong.

"Sir, sir, please have dinner." Uncle Fu raised his voice and said aloud.

Master Huan was very upset by Uncle Fu's voice, so he said angrily, "Ah Fu, I'm not deaf. What are you doing with such a loud voice? I'm not confused. "Uncle Fu was surprised, then he turned and left the dining room.

All of a sudden, the dining room was quiet. Bingxia and Huan ate separately, and no one said a word more.

After dinner, it's already seven o'clock in the evening. Mr. Huan, who has been used to watching news for decades, is not interested in this ice summer at all.

She went back to the room upstairs and sat on the bed alone in a daze. She was not sure whether Huan Gufeng would come back this evening? However, she had a good sleep, and now she didn't feel sleepy at all, so she went to the bookshelf in her room and took a book. She didn't expect that Huan Gufeng, who had always been Yan Jin's domineering, also liked the sad and beautiful love stories in the west, especially when she saw that many books were placed in boxes inlaid with gold, which looked very valuable.

After turning a few pages, her head was full of Huan Gufeng's figure, and her strong body.

She shook her head. How could she think about those things all the time? Her face was flushed, but she was bored. However, she was very curious that Huan Gufeng's room was in these beautiful love stories, and she didn't like to see them. The binding was also very exquisite. It was almost the same as the packaging of imported red wine. It was high-grade.

She sideways to the bedside cabinet picked up the mobile phone, holding in her hand, she opened the mobile phone, contact person in the first row is Huan Gufeng.

But she didn't have the courage to press it down. I dialed it directly. After several attempts, she decided to make this call.

After a while of waiting, a cold voice came from the other end of the phone, with a strange voice.