My host is always busy

Chapter 202 My Wife Is a Feet Picking Man [30]

Looking at the retreating figure, Nan Qiang paused, wrapped himself in a quilt and calmly ate the breakfast in front of him. Even the dessert was clean and not a trace was left.

When Zhu Ling came back, she opened the door and saw Nan Qiang, who was lying on the bed, wrapped in a thick quilt and standing beside the bed, holding a plate, probably about to put it away.

It seems that he didn't expect her to come back so soon, he turned his head and looked at her in surprise, with a cute and silly expression, and the messy hair looked so soft, I really wanted to touch it...

Mu Ying: The host's hobby is to touch the head to kill!

Just lifted his foot, turned around and closed the door, only heard a slam, turned his head subconsciously, but didn't want to look back - it was simply a nosebleed-scented picture.

The man's slender fingers were holding the plate, and one of the bowls on the plate fell to the ground and was broken into several pieces. It happened that a certain man had an innocent look on his face.

It seemed like he wasn't the one who broke the bowl.

Immediately afterwards, because he was in a hurry to pick up the bowl, half of the quilt wrapped around him fell off, and the other hand could only hold a piece tightly, which was barely stable, at least the important part was still blocked, but when he turned his head, he saw Seeing a certain woman staring straight at him, she panicked instantly.

So much so that - all the bowls were dropped!
The man also fell down on the bed behind because he pulled the quilt and stepped on the quilt under his feet. Then, the quilt wrapped him, but he was lying on his side at this moment, the quilt was half opened, and the looming chest and lower body were white. There were a few reddish scratches on his skin, which should have been accidentally scratched by the zipper on the quilt when he just pulled the quilt.

The nose was itchy, Zhu Ling had a bad premonition in her heart, she reached out to wipe it, and sure enough, the premonition was tested, and the red liquid dripped down, the man just looked at it, and forgot to blink his eyes.

Zhu Ling: "I'm on fire, these are clothes."

Boss Zhu Ling was very calm. She put the bag in her hand on the bed, covered her nose, turned around and walked into the bathroom calmly. After a while.

Looking at the red liquid under the nose in the mirror, I couldn't help thinking about the scene just now. The nose that had stopped the bleeding seemed to move again. The woman immediately waved away the scene in her mind with a serious face, and washed it with hot water. Turn your face, and then walk out calmly.

However, she seemed to have discovered a problem.

She didn't seem to object to the little cutie's approach, and even felt a little intimate with her, as if they had met her a long time ago.

Compared with other planes, it's different, that kind of feeling can't be described, even when they kissed last night, she seemed to feel... very comfortable?

This feeling is very strange, making Zhu Ling unpredictable.

But at the very least, she can understand.

That is, she likes Nan Qiang's closeness, she doesn't hate him, and she doesn't reject him like those people from other planes.

When the bathroom door was pushed open, the man was already dressed and standing in front of the window. Xu heard the sound of the door opening and turned to look at her. There was an emotion in his indifferent eyes that even she couldn't see through: "Nan Qiang, you boyfriend."

Zhu Ling raised her eyebrows, imitating Nan Qiang's tone: "Zhu Ling, your girlfriend."

There was a moment of silence in the room, until Nan Qiang spoke again: "How did I come here?"

"Oh, passing by the bar, I happened to see it, and brought you back." Said lightly, but Nan Qiang knew how much water was in these words, so he didn't ask any more.

"Although I don't love you now, I will try my best to fall in love with you, so next, I will spend time with you. Do you have any comments?" Nan Qiang handed the phone to Zhu Ling, who unlocked it, and the man again Taking the phone back, she tapped the screen a few times with her fair fingers, and a new name appeared in Zhu Ling's address book—boyfriend.

(End of this chapter)