shock!The cannon fodder is actually in love [Quick wear]

"Second young lady, it's time to get up."

Chen Heming's head was covered by the quilt, and he seemed to hear someone knocking on his door in a daze.But it shouldn't be called him, there is no Second Young Mistress in his room.

What age is it, and he is still the second young lady, his dream today is really weird... After thinking wildly for two seconds, before his sanity returned, Chen Heming turned over and was about to continue sleeping. into his ears.

Covering his ears irritably, Chen Heming closed his eyes in pain, completely unwilling to talk to the people outside the door.But the voice outside the door persisted, calling "Second Young Mistress" all the time, it was so annoying!

etc!Second Young Mistress? !

Chen Heming opened his eyes suddenly, and the zombie crawled out of the quilt like a resurrection.

If he remembered correctly, Aunt Luo called Chu Yiwan "Second Young Master", so "Second Young Mistress" couldn't just be... calling him, right?

Floating to the door like a wandering soul, there was indeed Aunt Luo outside the door. The old woman who had watched Chu Yiwan grow up was looking at him with contradictory eyes. She saw that his hair was upturned aimlessly and his pajamas were messy. He also smiled apologetically, "Second young lady, breakfast is ready, do I need to bring it to you?"

Chen Heming felt that thousands of thunderbolts hit him directly on the forehead.He is a big man of 1.8 meters (1.7 meters is rounded up), but now he is called young mistress by the aunt at home?What kind of feudal dross is this?

"Don't! You'd better call me Xiaodan. What era is this? I'm not a girl either, so I can't bear this name..." Chen Heming's toes crazily tapped the ground in embarrassment, desperately hoping to find a crack in the ground.

Aunt Luo's thinking is very old-fashioned, and she does not agree with Chen Heming's request, but she can only reluctantly agree to the master's request, so that Chen Heming can go back to the room to wash with a little peace of mind.

When Chen Heming packed up and came to the restaurant, he saw that neither of his uncles and nephews was on the move. One was watching the latest news intently with a tablet in front of the dining table, and the other was holding a book about geography and customs and read it with great interest.

It was as if the two of them had installed radar. Chen Heming had just stepped into the dining room, and both eyes were fixed on him.

"Papa, good morning."

"Good morning, Second Young Mistress."

Chen Heming's direction changed, and he walked to Nao Nao's side with heavy steps. He first gave the well-washed boy a good morning kiss, and then sat down next to Nao Nao, without giving Chu Yiwan a single look. .

With his father by his side, the little boy smiled so hard that he couldn't see his teeth. He ate a whole sun egg one bite at a time, and then took a big gulp of milk while hugging the milk cup with his two little hands.

Chen Heming casually glanced to the side, and was immediately amused. "Come on, Zai Zai, look up."

"Huh? Okay." The little boy glanced at his father as soon as he took a bite of food, and occasionally gave Chu Yiwan a look, as if he was eating with two people.He suddenly heard Chen Heming's voice, although he didn't understand why, he still raised his head obediently.

Taking out a tissue and wiped the milk mustache along his lips carefully, Chen Heming pinched the little boy's delicate nose and said with a smile, "Drink milk slowly, and be careful not to choke."

The color of Nao Nao's cheeks changed from pure milk to strawberry milk, and she hugged her father's arm and put it on lovingly, "Nao Nao knows. Thank you papa!"

As soon as Chen Heming picked up the chopsticks again, he felt something rub against the back of his feet.

Looking towards the opposite side hesitantly, Chen Heming saw that the man was quietly drooping his eyes and sipping his coffee, calmly and elegantly, not at all like someone who would harass the same sex early in the morning.

Sensing Chen Heming's gaze, the man returned a gentle smile.Chen Heming thought to himself that he was thinking too much. It was early in the morning, and Chu Yiwan would not dare to do such an outrageous thing in the clear sky. He must have accidentally encountered it.

Just as his heart was about to fall steadily back into his stomach, Chen Heming's instep was rubbed again, this time was a bit long, and before Chen Heming was shocked, he had no time to react, and he even had to crawl upwards slowly.

Chen Heming raised his head and looked at the man again like a cassette, this time the man's smile had changed from gentle to full of ambiguity at some point, and he even gave him a very non-standard wink.

"Uncle, did you get sand in your eyes? Do you want papa to blow it for you? Every time you get eyelashes in your eyes, it's dad who blows them~" The senior father kept three words to his father, and after boasting, he He turned his face to ask Chen Heming for credit.

"Huh? Dad, your face is so red, do you have a fever?" Nao Nao wrinkled his thin eyebrows in distress, his father and uncle were both uncomfortable, what should he do...

"Dad Nao Nao, I seem to have sand in my eyes, can you help me?"

The slender fingers slid gently under the eyelids, which is obviously a very normal movement, but Chu Yiwan added a lot of lust when it was done, not like massaging the eyelids, but like a demon concubine who is tempting the king. The tulle she picked makes one want to hold the fingers that look like carved white jade and play with it carefully.

Chen Heming wanted to move his eyes away from looking at the mensao man, but his eyes seemed to be glued together, and no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't move his eyes away.It was as if someone had sprinkled a handful of popping candies in his heart, and the crackling sweetness exploded, and there was shy stimulation in the sweetness.

He just yelled "Father"...it seems like the child's mother called the child's father...but the CEO probably doesn't know what that means, right?Chen Heming thought confidently, Chen Heming, who was almost broken by Chu Yiwan's continuous teasing operations, was not sure this time.

Reluctantly distracted, Chen Heming was thinking of a suitable reason to explain to Nao Nao the anomaly of the two of them, but before he could say anything, he scratched his troublesome foot and continued to climb up.Chen Heming seemed to have been immobilized, and he sat there in a daze until his foot was about to step on the small raised slope before he came back to his senses, slapped it away and backed away in horror.

Because the movement was too violent and sudden, even the chair was almost overturned, and the legs of the chair slid across the floor, making a screeching sound.

Chen Heming felt that what he breathed into his nostrils was not oxygen, but boiling magma.Either burn him to death, or burn Chu Yiwan to death.

Forced to calm down and put the seat back, Chen Heming tried his best to force a natural smile to Nao Nao, "Dad took uncle to the bathroom to wash his eyes, Nao Nao let's eat first."

After explaining to the brat, Chen Heming picked up Chu Yiwan and strode towards the bathroom.

The door slammed shut with a "bang", and the next second Chen Heming had already pushed the man against the hard door.

"It's not even eight o'clock in the morning, what the hell is going on in your mind?!" Chen Heming asked gritted his teeth.Just a little bit, he was almost going to lose face in front of Nao Nao!Chu Yiwan went too far this time!

"I'm thinking of you." Obsessively feeling the hot breath of the young man, Chu Yiwan gently pecked and kissed Chen Heming's smooth forehead, trying to feel the temperature of every inch of the young man's skin with his thin lips.

"I haven't been able to see you all night, I miss you so much. Can you move to my room? I want to hug you to sleep, and I want to see you when I open my eyes..."

Embracing tightly with the one he loves, exchanging every inch of heat between breaths, under the palm of his hand is his lover's unsteady heartbeat when facing him, Chu Yiwan is almost sighing in satisfaction.

"Or I can move to your room, is that okay, hubby?" The thin lips pressed against the pink and white earlobes, and the man's words fell into Chen Heming's ears like the whispers of a siren.

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