What should I do if Quick Transmigration is downgraded?

Chapter 290 Bai Fumei who wants to "drop out of school" 11
It was raining heavily outside, Du Qianyu nodded.

He followed Fu Shu into the elevator and went directly to the 13th floor.

The first time he brought a boy home, both of them were still in such a mess with their clothes soaked all over. The shy little flame that was about to rise in Fu Shen's heart was crushed in the sparks.

"I'll help you get my dad's clothes," Fu Qi ran into Lin's father and Lin's mother's bedroom with a "whoosh".

She sighed at the full-length mirror next to the closet, she was really ashamed to face herself in such a mess.

Her black hair was wet, her airy bangs stuck to her forehead one by one, and wet hair hung on her cheeks.Because she was lying on Du Qianyu's back, the shirt on her chest was still dry and not transparent.

But the skirt is not as good-looking as the clothes. The completely wet skirt is wrinkled and sticks to the thighs, completely missing the elegant drape it felt before going out this morning.

Coupled with the pale face due to the heavy rain, the whole person is really invisible under the light.

Randomly took a set of father Lin's pajamas, she hurriedly handed it to Du Qianyu, and then told him where to put the new towels in the bathroom, she explained everything as quickly as possible, and then quickly slipped away Back to the room.

She doesn't look good now, she needs to reduce her appearance in front of Du Qianyu.

Fu Qiao finished taking a shower as quickly as possible. When she went out, Du Qianyu was already in Father Lin's pajamas and was busy in the kitchen.

According to Du Qianyu's visual estimation, it should be 1.8 meters. Father Lin's pajamas, who are just over 1.7 meters in height, were put on him.

The pajamas she brought to Du Qianyu were made of navy blue silk. Du Qianyu originally had cold fair skin. Under the light, he was lined up with the navy blue pajamas, and the part of his skin exposed outside the pajamas was even whiter and more tender. After taking a shower, the white skin was still slightly pink.

"What are you doing?" Fu Qiao asked him while leaning against the door frame, rubbing his dripping hair.

Being able to wear such a suit does not look funny, but has her own unique temperament. If she hadn't learned about his ordinary life from the client's information, she would have thought that Du Qianyu was a rich man who was released from the novel The illegitimate child will be recognized as a relative and taken home in a short time, and then start his road to prosperity.

He turned his head in the hazy heat, and smiled at her softly, without any panic or embarrassment on his face, "I'm making ginger soup, it'll be fine soon, you can drink some before going to sleep."

Another family cook.

"Can I not drink it?" Fu Qiao wrinkled his nose and walked behind him, drawing circles on it restlessly with his fingers, "I think it smells really bad, and I don't like ginger at all."

1973: [I remember your first two worlds, pickled ginger was my favorite...]
1973 ruthlessly exposed Fu Shu's lies and then quickly went offline.

It just didn't talk much to Fu Qiao today, and it was a bit boring and wanted to improve its presence.The intention of Fu Qiao's words is not difficult to understand for him who has studied the world of romance novels hard. He just wants to come out for a while.

Du Qianyu was easy to talk to. He turned off the fire and found two bowls. He poured one bowl into his hand and blew the hot air on it. Then he answered Fu Shen: "Okay, but if you don't drink the ginger soup, you'll have to drink it." Go drink a pack of cold medicine as a precaution, you have to choose one of the two."

Do you drink medicine without ginger soup?
Isn't Du Qianyu a devil?

Fu Qiao could only bite the bullet and pour himself a bowl of ginger soup, holding it in his hand with aggrieved and sad, and slowly blowing on the hot air.

"Okay, finish your drink quickly and go to bed. I'll make it for you if you want to eat breakfast tomorrow, and it's considered as a lodging fee." Du Qianyu finished the ginger soup in two gulps, and began to wash the dishes with his back turned to Fu Che.

"My hair is not dry yet," Fu Qiao put a towel over his shoulders to drink the ginger soup, and his wet hair hung down on it. Although there was a towel blocking it, the ends of the hair were still somewhat watery and dyed disobediently Wet pajamas.

She squatted at Du Qianyu's feet, the bowl of ginger soup in her hand no longer had the heat rising continuously, but the ginger soup looked like it was not missing a bite.

When Du Qianyu finished washing the bowl and pot and looked back at her, the bowl was still full of ginger soup.

"Hurry up and drink, it shouldn't be hot now," Du Qianyu squatted down, looking at her shoulders and chest, which were obviously darker in pajamas, and frowned imperceptibly.

Fu Che nodded aggrievedly, put the bowl to his mouth, and took a sip.

In this way, you may not be able to finish drinking until your hair is dry.

After struggling for a while, Du Qianyu patted her on the shoulder and asked her to sit in the living room, while he went to the bathroom to get a hair dryer, and began to take care of the disobedient daughter Fu Che like an old mother.

The roar of the hair dryer surrounded my ears, and the gentle touch on my head, combined with the hot air blown by the hair dryer, was warm and intoxicating.

It's such a good feeling.

This is the client with the longest hair in Fu Chan. The client's hair can reach to the waist, and the long black and thick hair is blown dry. Before he knows it, almost half an hour has passed, and Du Qianyu just stopped. , and felt something was wrong with Fu Qiao.

He put down the hair dryer and bent over to have a look, come on, fell asleep.

He struggled repeatedly between waking up and not waking up, and finally he chose the latter after seeing the cyan under Fu Che's eyes after removing his makeup.

He quietly took the porcelain bowl from Fu Che's hand, put one hand through her arm, and put the other on Fu Che's leg, hugged the whole princess in his arms, and walked into Fu Che's bedroom.

After being covered with a quilt and the sound of turning off the lights and closing the door sounded, Fu Qiao opened his eyes secretly.

"1973, my acting skills were not bad just now, come and give me a rating," she comfortably rolled over under the quilt, completely oblivious to the need to lower her voice.

And outside her door, a tall figure took back the hand holding the doorknob, chuckled in his throat, turned and left with a note.

He said it was not that simple, he could sleep like that with the blower turned on so loudly, and the blue color in front of his eyes was a little uneven, it really was intentional.

Du Qianyu picked up the bowl of ginger soup in the living room, turned the porcelain bowl left and right under the light, finally fixed his eyes on one spot, and slowly pressed his lips on it.

He likes such initiative and carefulness.

So he will try his best to cooperate, what she wants, and what he has, he will give it all.

1973: [Barely, but did you just sleep like this, didn't you take off your makeup? ]
"I'm too lazy. If I go to remove my makeup now, Du Qianyu will definitely find out. I'll just give up my beauty for the sake of the mission." Fu Shen closed his eyes and sighed with relief, feeling happy at the thought of today's results.

After she took a bath, she specially put on a haggard make-up. Father Lin's purpose was to make Du Qianyu feel sorry for him. When Du Qianyu hugged her just now, he must have noticed her face. The makeup really didn't turn white.

In another room half an hour later, the boy touched his lips and fell asleep contentedly with a smile on his face.

(End of this chapter)