Chasing Wife Crematorium + Spoiler

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Is it really good to be so familiar with your boss?Speaking of which, how did you get along last time?

Her s_h_è arc, which was 800 years late, finally connects to a delicate channel at this moment.

Su Lang was not delicate enough, but once she became more refined, she discovered a new blind spot.

She took a look at the blue slippers on her feet. They were pure blue sky color, and the cushions were thick and soft. Not to mention comfortable to step on, they also had a good thermal function...

Wait, these are not important!The important thing is that the pink slippers on Feng Qingzhou's feet are the same as those on her own feet, only the color is different.

Although this is also normal, Feng Qingzhou bought it all by himself, and the complete set is also normal.

Su Lan silently sat on the single-seater sofa farthest from Feng Qingzhou, trying her best to ignore the incomparably harmonious combination of red and blue.

She drank water while thinking not to think too much.As soon as the warm water enters the throat, the dry feeling caused by eating too much chestnuts is reduced, and the whole person is much warmer.

Feng Qingzhou embraced the pillow, glanced lazily at Su Lan, and said seemingly unintentionally: "What are you doing sitting so far away, sit here."

In normal times, Su Lang would have sat there carelessly, but today's her is a delicate and brand new her.

Su Lang took a sip from the empty cup: "We can hear clearly, so I won't squeeze you."

Feng Qingzhou's eyes are very sharp. Although he was amused in his heart, he chose not to tell the truth: "It's okay, the sofa is quite big, I don't think you are fat."

Su Lang's eyebrows twitched: "I'm not fat, am I?"

Feng Qingzhou is very innocent: "Did I say you are fat?"

Su Lan: "..."

Didn't she say she was fat?

Feng Qingzhou evoked a smile, it was obviously a beautiful bow, but Su Lang suddenly noticed that there seemed to be some subtle tricks in it.

tease?how can that be possible?

Su Lan shook her head slightly, almost invisible.

Feng Qingzhou patted the seat beside her, and tilted his head: "Sit over here, are you really afraid that I will eat you?"

After finishing speaking, Feng Qingzhou's smile became brighter and brighter.

She swears that this is the first time she really found it so fun to flirt with a "straight girl".

It's so much fun that I can't stop.

"How is it possible!" Su Lang didn't understand the true meaning of this sentence, and simply raised an objection, "I'm not afraid."

"Then come here quickly, I want you to be closer to me."

Su Lan was taken aback.

The house is warm, and Feng Qingzhou took off his coat long ago, revealing the khaki sweater inside.The sweater is full of uniform parallel lines. Because of the wind and light boat lying posture and its own curve, hills are formed in some places, and the beautiful arc is looming.In some places, there are ups and downs, and the lines are staggered with each other, passing through the mountain tops, like the paintbrush in the hands of a painter to outline the landscape, picking out the most beautiful outline.

The other party's expression is gentle and soft, and the light and bright colors are full of his own shadow, relaxed and affectionate.Su Lang licked her lips, and suddenly remembered the caramel macchiato she drank.

The khaki color is exactly the color that appears when the fragrant hot milk n_ai is entangled with the coffee and then topped with pure caramel.

Warm, sweet, and inviting.

Come closer……

Su Lang curled up her fingers, and sat down beside Feng Qingzhou with heavy steps. She leaned against the edge of the sofa, wrapped her hair around her ears awkwardly, and stammered, "Closer, what are you doing closer..."

It's not like I haven't been close before, why is it so strange today?

Su Lang curled her hair, she didn't dare to look at Feng Qingzhou again.

Feng Qingzhou smiled suddenly, leaned forward and said, "What are you doing? Of course..."

The elongated ending sound is like the white silk spun by a spider, wrapping around Su Lang's heart one by one, wrapping it tightly, making it difficult to escape.

Feng Qingzhou clenched his hands into fists, covering up his unbearable smile, and changed his voice: "Look at your hair, I'm going to wash it for you."

Su Lang seemed to be on a roller coaster, going up and down, and could only stare at the wind pipe with complicated emotions: "...Oh."

Feng Qingzhou was serious: "Otherwise?"

Su Lan, who didn't know that the other party was so listless, slumped on the sofa: "No, I'll show you my hair."

"Oh."

Feng Qingzhou stood up suddenly and went straight to the bathroom of the master bedroom.

Su Lan asked: "What's wrong?"

Feng Qingzhou seemed uncomfortable, coughed and said, "Wash your hair."

Damn, I almost laughed out loud.

The corners of her mouth rose wildly, laughing at her childish self, while walking happily to the bathroom.

Su Xiaolan's reaction was even more amusing than she imagined. She listened to Su Lang's slow footsteps and smiled again.

"Would you like to take a bath?"

Su Lang shook her head crazily: "No, no, this is not very good."

Feng Qingzhou looked at her blankly: "It's convenient to wash together."

Together...to wash?

This sentence is so thought-provoking, Su Lang subconsciously covered her nose: "No, no, I'll do it myself, you don't have to come with me..."

Feng Qingzhou was even more at a loss, with an innocent expression on his face: "Ah? I didn't mean that I'll wash with you, you're thinking about it."

Su Lan who lost her mind: "..."

Could it be that the wind and light boat just now meant taking a mandarin duck bath?

Bah, mandarin duck fart.

She held her nose tightly and said in a low voice, "I, I mean, you don't have to help me..."

"No, I have to be responsible for your... hair."

Before starting to wash, Su Lan felt hot air rushing up her nose and head, making her feel dizzy and hot.

She had to surrender: "Then you just wash your hair."

As expected, I shouldn't have come tonight, Su Landi is regretting it infinitely.

In order to prevent being slapped by the water for a while, Feng Qingzhou rolled up Su Lang's long sleeves and folded them a few times, revealing her tender and slender arms.

As soon as Su Lang's hand was brushed by the cool fingertips, her heart skipped a beat.

Her muscles were tense, she tried her best to ignore the gentle touch, and even began to recite the classic line silently in her heart: The world is so beautiful, but I am so irritable, this is not good.