"Don't you sleep with grandpa?"

The old man pretended to ask him seriously.

"You spare me."

Fu Yanye threw down a sentence and quickly went upstairs.

"Hmph, stinky brat."

The old man was in a good mood and continued to clean up the mess.

——

In the old house, Zhuo Jian had no chance to sleep with his sons. When he opened the door, he saw that there was no one in the room and the big bed was neatly arranged. It was obvious that he had just changed and the sound of a blowing air came from the bathroom.

Zhuo Jian was blowing her short hair in front of the mirror and wearing a comfortable nightgown.

Fu Yanye suddenly appeared in the mirror. When she saw him leaning against the door, her heart couldn't help but feel hot, but she soon blew her hair calmly again.

If your hair is short, it will be beneficial. Blow-dry it in three or two minutes.

But as soon as she put down the hair dryer, he walked behind her, pressed her on her legs and hugged her: "It smells so good."

Zhuo Jian almost lay on the sink, but fortunately he was hugged. He was shocked and his face turned red. He asked him, "You are sleeping on the sofa."

“I don’t like sleeping on the sofa.”

Fu Yanye's voice was slightly hoarse.

"Then where do you like to sleep?"

Zhuo Jian looked at him and asked.

Fu Yanye buried his face in her neck and whispered: "You."

“…”

Zhuo Jian's heart trembled, but he couldn't take away his hand holding her.

"Do you want to wash it again?"

Fu Yanye asked.

"Um?"

"I'm afraid you will run away."

Fu Yanye said.

"What should I run? Only those who sleep on the bed and those who sleep on the sofa can run away."

Zhuo Jian reminds.

Fu Yanye sighed in his heart, and he wanted to sleep with the cold and hard sofa.

But……

"Then please help me get a quilt and put it on the sofa."

Fu Yanye raised his head and suddenly looked at her in the mirror seriously and said.

"good."

Zhuo Jian agreed readily, feeling that she could do this little thing for him.

Fu Yanye saw in the mirror that she agreed so happily and sighed helplessly.

Zhuo Jian lowered his eyes and found that his hands were untiing the bow she had finally tied, and immediately reminded: "Fu Yanye."

"Um?"

"Let your hands go."

"Um?"

"hurry up."

Zhuo Jian said and then grabbed his hand, but the bow was easily untied by him. Zhuo Jian was so angry that he was full of indulgence: "Who asked you to untickle it for me?"

Suddenly, it was about to be exposed inside. She hurriedly hugged her clothes with both hands so that she would not be seen.

Fu Yanye looked at her with a frown.

"I finally tied it up."

She could see the forbearance and restraint in his eyes. After thinking about it, she couldn't yell at him so directly, but suddenly she felt a little soft-hearted.

"Then I'll tie it back to you."

Fu Yanye looked at her from the mirror and asked her.

“…”

Before Zhuo Jian could react, he was dizzy.

Fu Yanye held her slim waist and raised it easily, carried her to the stage and sat down, then lowered his head and tied her a bow seriously.

Zhuo Jian looked at it, and his heart felt warm.

He still remembers?

No, that was not what he learned after they got married.

Seeing his hands so flexible and calmly tied her bow, her heart became hotter and warmer.

Many things are always recalled in casual small actions.

"I remember when you were a kid you always liked to wear this kind of strap-like skirt in front of me?"

Fu Yanye whispered to her while working.

“Is there any?”

Zhuo Jian deliberately pretended to forget.

But my childhood memories are so precious that even if it doesn’t seem to happen to me, I still remember them freshly.

She was very well-made when she was a child.

He doesn't like to pay attention to her, but he doesn't like to be untidy.

So she likes to have some minor problems with herself, deliberately dirtying her face, deliberately wearing a beautiful princess dress, but not wearing a strap behind her.

He didn't know how to tie a bow at that time, but later he did.

Fu Yanye lowered his head and tidied up her bow.

Zhuo Jian looked at him with his eyes and suddenly lost his mind.

"You shouldn't have that bad memory."

His dark eyes looked at her, and his low voice determined.

The bathroom is not big, and the two of them are so close to each other.

Zhuo Jian suddenly had a hard time refuting.

"Have you tied it for you before?"

Fu Yanye suddenly stepped forward and asked her in a deep voice with her face.

Zhuo Jian didn't dare to look at him, his heart was beating like thunder, and after a while he denied it: "No."

"You say no now, it's true."

Fu Yanye looked at her with a more confident look.

Zhuo Jian looked up at him angrily, wondering why he was so sure.

"Go out and wait for me, if you don't want to..."

"I want to go out, but you blocked me."

Zhuo Jian refuted without waiting for him to finish his words.

Fu Yanye: “…”

She was indeed blocked by him.

And he wanted to keep blocking her like this.

Fu Yanye stepped back slightly.

Zhuo Jian jumped down.

"Be careful."

His slender waist was quickly hugged by him again, and he looked up and looked worried. Zhuo Jian felt warm in his heart, and then he carefully left from him: "I'll get you a quilt."

"A cruel woman."

Fu Yanye murmured softly.

Zhuo Jian was in a good mood and held the quilt and put it on the sofa.
To be continued...