I saw, Zhang Xiaofan tiptoed towards the master bedroom on the second floor of the house.
When he came to the bedroom door, Zhang Xiaofan put his hand on the door handle and gently pushed the bedroom door open.
What came into my eyes was a lingering long shadow, who was thinking about it, lying on her own bed and playing with her mobile phone ...
The woman on the bed was petite and delicate, wearing a lilac silk pajamas.
The pajamas gently covered her exquisite body like a tulle, and the outline would faintly make Zhang Xiaofan feel the tightness of his throat, the arc of the heart beating, and the lines coming.
It is undeniable that the dim beauty that can be seen, but can't be seen but is invisible, is really the easiest to beat the sensitive nerve of a man ...
At this moment, the little girl lying on the bed didn't notice that someone was staring at herself for a while.
I was just playing with my mobile phone intently, lying on this soft big bed casually, not paying any attention to the little spring light that was inadvertently exposed.
Zhang Xiaofan looked at the pleasant person who was lying on the bed playing with a mobile phone. A smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, and his facial features gradually stretched away.
Who can Zhang Xiaofan treat in this way, in addition to his little girlfriend Zhao Yingying?
I saw that after Zhao Yingying played with her cell phone for a while, she directly called up her cell phone address book.
She put her delicate fingers on Zhang Xiaofan's mobile phone number and tried to click, but in the end, she couldn't help the impulse in her heart, and her small mouth murmured to herself.
"Dead Xiaofan, bad Xiaofan, why don't you come back?"
"I have been waiting for a long time ... for a long time ..."
Talking, the girl put her phone on the bed again, presumably speaking thickly;
"I'm not good, so my little girl has been waiting for a long time."
"Come, take a sip, uncle, I'll make you a dinner tonight ..."
Talking, talking about Zhao Yingying picking up her cherry mouth and "snapping" the back of her hand.
Then he fiddled with the phone again and whispered in a poor tone;
"Uncle, girl, I've been busy filming in the crew recently. I can't eat well, and I can't sleep well."
"If you don't cook her any more, she will starve to death ..."
After hearing this, the little bit of yùwàng in Zhang Xiaofan's heart faded out along with the self-talk of the girl.
This made Zhang Xiaofan listen to a heart full of tender feelings, and could no longer hold back and quietly walked behind the girl and whispered softly in his ear, said;
"That little girl, what do you want to eat tonight?"
Zhao Yingying didn't have the ability to react for a while, and frowning for a while, thinking for a while, then said it crisply;
"The little girl is going to eat ditch stick smoked chicken. The ditch stick smoked chicken made by uncle is the best."
"Well ... it's not even smoked chicken. I want to drink preserved eggs and lean meat porridge, and I want to eat ..."
Speaking of ordinary, she suddenly trembled suddenly, turned around in a hurry, eyes widened.
Zhao Yingying saw a young boy standing with a magnificent face behind him, with a bright and sunny face, squinting and staring at her.
Who is this person who is not Zhang Xiaofan?