"Anyway, let's call him home first!" Father Shen's voice was deep.
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At that time, Shen Yichen was watching TV with Lei Qiqi. The two of them watched the TV together. It seemed a long time ago, but now she was leaning against him so quietly. He liked this warm atmosphere very much.
The temperature in the room was not low, and she seemed to be uncomfortable sitting on the sofa as she moved around.
Shen Yichen came over to hug her, but she struggled and said, "I want to lie down and watch."
"Then go to the room?"
"right here."
Shen Yichen sighed, "Lean on my lap."
Doting on her is natural and there is no scheming. Lei Qiqi knows what she is thinking at this time. Hugging him is her only way out at the moment.
However, she never felt aggrieved in front of Shen Yichen, so even if she was thinking about something, she didn't show any awkwardness or affectation. She didn't need to hide or learn to get along with him.
Maybe she still didn't know Shen Yichen's true thoughts, and she couldn't be sure whether he would really deal with her elder brother.
But even if two people with different intentions are together, they definitely have the most familiar compatibility.
At this time, after listening to his words, she actually lay down and put her head on his lap. But after a while, she felt uncomfortable again, "But her feet are cold again."
"It's really hard, then why don't you wear socks?" Shen Yichen hugged her against him, held her white jade-like feet in his arms and warmed them.
She also argued, "Why do you need to wear socks at home?"
She leaned on his shoulder and smiled, but she was thinking about one thing. She was going to make a call to Huzi later.
"Then you said it's cold..." Shen Yichen shook his head, feeling helpless. He was about to carry her upstairs, covering her with a quilt and leaning on the bed. She wouldn't be cold, but he hadn't put his hand around her yet. She screamed as if she had discovered a new world.
"Ah! Uncle Shen, you have gray hair!"
Lei Qiqi lay on his shoulder, stroking his hair to look at it.
Shen Yichen's body was a little stiff. Could it be that he was really old?
He didn't dare to move. Lei Qiqi looked at his face from the side and found it a little funny. She stretched out her hand and pulled out his white hair, and said with a smile: "I saw it, it was just one hair, and now it's gone. "
She showed it to him, and Shen Yichen frowned and said in a low voice: "I don't know who tortured it, but my hair turned white."
He felt inexplicably relieved, but she responded: "You'll get gray hair after just a little tossing. Does that mean you're old?"
Shen Yichen has always been most concerned about the age gap between him and her. He is 32 this year, not yet 33, which is the golden age of men. How come she is already old now.
He pounced forward as if he was stimulated, and threw her under him, "Did you say that I can't run in the morning? I'm so old? Do I want to prove to you now that I very young?"
"Well, how to prove it? Do you want to run now?"
The furniture in her home was chosen by herself a long time ago, a white sheepskin sofa. At this time, her long black hair was spread half way, and her blinking movements were full of pure temptation.
As Shen Yichen looked at it like this, he felt like his breathing was getting heavier.
What's more, the soft and delicate body under him was still twisting restlessly. He seemed to be bewitched, nodded and said: "I think."