Hu Yueyue washed Song Tianlang's shirt with a blushing face, then re-paved the floor with the help of Meng San and Fengliu, and then adjusted the indoor air conditioning temperature to a suitable temperature. Hu Yueyue returned to the bedroom and began to rummage through the cabinets.
clothes, and finally found a set of old casual men's clothes for her...
Song Tianlang came out wrapped in a bath towel and saw that the floor in the living room had been laid and the temperature in the room had been adjusted appropriately. A smile appeared on his face. This little woman is a treasure. She does everything carefully and sensitively.
It makes people feel distressed.
Song Tianlang waved his hand, and Fengliu and Meng San entered the bathroom one after another. Song Tianlang, after drying his hair, entered Hu Yueyue's bedroom without a care, and saw Hu Yueyue pinching her eyebrows from time to time and typing something on the computer.
She couldn't help frowning, this girl really had a lot of bad habits. She was either biting her lip or pinching her eyebrows so hard. Doesn't it hurt? He looked distressed.
However, just as he was about to say something, he unexpectedly saw a set of old and somewhat white casual clothes. His face sank, and a stern look flashed deep in his eyes: "Whose clothes belong to this?"
Um?
Hu Yueyue was facing the computer and checking the latest comments after she published the novel, while replying attentively. Suddenly she heard a voice, turned around and saw Song Tianlang half naked, with her bath towel wrapped underneath, covering her most private parts.
Biting her lip, she had already admired his figure when she was washing his shirt. But now she was mourning her cute bath towel. She was sure that he didn't wear any underwear underneath.
So his second brother must have been in close contact with her bath towel. He pursed his lips and wrinkled his face, "My brother's clothes!" After a pause, "I searched for them for a long time. You can put them on and sleep on the sofa at night."
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When Song Tianlang heard that they were the old clothes of Hu Yueyue's brother, his future brother-in-law, he reached for them, but stopped mid-air because of the second part of her sentence.
He raised his eyebrows, looked sharply at the back of the little woman's head who was facing the computer again, and said through gritted teeth: "What did you just say?"
Hu Yueyue, who was replying to a reader's message, was a little confused and didn't realize that someone was unhappy. She subconsciously replied: "I said you get dressed and go out to sleep on the sofa!"
After saying that, she continued to reply to the messages. She hadn't read them for a few days, but she didn't expect that there were so many more messages. Hu Yueyue was replying one by one with great enthusiasm at the moment.
After replying to the last message, Hu Yueyue yawned and glanced at the time. It was already one o'clock in the morning. She turned off the computer, left her seat and prepared to turn off the lights and go to sleep. She glanced across the sofa but unexpectedly did not find Song Tianlang.
Huh? Where is the person? He leaned forward and glanced at the living room. There were Feng Liu and Meng San on the floor. When she was confused, she frowned and turned around. Her whole body trembled violently. No wonder she didn't see anyone outside. This feeling was already on her bed.
Soundly asleep!
Hu Yueyue was embarrassed by her handsome face, well-proportioned breathing, and slender and straight figure. This man did not listen to her instructions and sleep on the sofa. Instead, he slept soundly on her bed.
She pursed her lips, she couldn't just go and sleep in the living room with two men, right? So she sighed, resigned to her fate and turned off the light. She kept comforting herself in her heart, forget it, it wasn't the first time they slept together.
I also slept with City D. I swallowed my saliva and tried to comfort myself by imitating his words...
Get used to it early!
He climbed onto the bed carefully, turned to one side, and tried to avoid touching Song Tianlang. He didn't want his arms and back to touch the mat on the bed, and there was a hiss, and the wounds on his body that were injured by Mu Hanran were still alive.
It hurts.
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