flying planet

It was already late for Wen Hua to finish playing the game. Of course, he didn't want to find out what the two adults were doing, so he went directly to the second floor to wash up and prepare to go to bed obediently.

Ye Xiwu happened to come down from upstairs and smiled when she saw him: "Is everything ready for tomorrow?"

Wen Hua had no choice but to say, "It's all in the schoolbag."

Ye Xiwu threatened him naggingly: "I want to check your homework."

Wen Hua looked at him helplessly.

Of course, Ye Xiwu was just talking. Jian Xing came to draw stars on the fourth floor, and when he came down, he just took the clothes he changed from swimming to downstairs. Auntie had already done the cleaning, so there was nothing else to do.

When Wen Hua came out of the shower, he could smell the aroma wafting from the kitchen. He hesitated for a while, and couldn't help but go downstairs to have a look.He stood on the stairs, leaned out half of his body, and saw Ye Xiwu humming in the kitchen while making supper.

Wen Hua smelled it for a long time and felt a little hungry, so he deliberately asked, "What are you cooking?"

Ye Xiwu turned her head, he was still wearing an apron, showing him half of his body: "Ramen."

Wen Hua came down slowly and said, "I want to eat too."

Ye Xiwu laughed: "I can only give you a little."

The two shared a pot of ramen around the sofa in the living room. Ye Xiwu was very picky, so he only shared half of it. Wen Hua was almost gone when he put two chopsticks down. He was a little speechless, and looked at Ye Xi with his face rolled fog.

"See, I'm useless." Ye Xiwu tapped the side of the pot while eating, "The rest is your brother's."

Wen Hua pursed her mouth: "Then why doesn't he come down to eat?"

Ye Xiwu took it for granted, "I'll send it to him."

Wen Hua: "He's older than me, and it's not like he has no hands or feet."

Ye Xiwu: "He's busy."

Wen Hua rolled her eyes.

Ye Xiwu took out the remaining ramen, poured the sauce and chopped green onion on it, and he mixed it a few times. When he looked up, he saw Jian Xinglai standing on the stairs.

Wen Hua took the last mouthful of noodles, her mouth was bulging, and she blinked at Jian Xinglai.

Jian Xinglai looked at him condescendingly.

Ye Xiwu didn't expect Jian Xing to come down by herself, and greeted with a bowl: "The painting is finished? Come and eat noodles."

Jian Xing came down slowly, walked to Wen Hua's side, moved his legs: "Get out of the way."

Wen Hua was puzzled: "I can sit next to you."

Jian Xinglai said impatiently, "Didn't you finish eating?"

"..." Wen Hua could only move aside.

Ye Xiwu put the bowl in front of Jian Xinglai, bowed her head and kissed his forehead.

Wen Hua smacked her mouth, but because she was not full, she was reluctant to leave, and watched Jian Xing mournfully come to eat noodles.

Jian Xinglai didn't know what was wrong, she ate very slowly, chewing slowly like eating French food, Wen Hua looked at it for a while, and couldn't help it: "Is there any more?" He asked Ye Xiwu.

Ye Xiwu was washing dishes in the kitchen, when she heard this, she went to look through the refrigerator and said, "There is still a bag."

Wen Hua was happy: "I still want to eat."

Jian Xinglai raised his head from the noodles, and said coldly, "Go cook it yourself."

Wen Hua: "..."

Ye Xiwu indulges in the habit of supper occasionally. Since he suffered a lot for money in the early years, he has always had a good self-discipline habit. As long as Jian Xing comes to the night and he doesn't bother him too late, Ye Xiwu can do it almost every day. Go to bed early and get up early, exercise, work, work, and live every day in an orderly manner.

Wen Hua cooked the last packet of noodles by herself, and ate it up in a few bites. Ye Xiwu glanced at him and reminded: "Don't eat too much."

Wen Hua wiped her mouth: "I am growing my body."

Ye Xiwu: "I'm also gaining fat." He cleaned up Jian Xinglai's bowls and chopsticks, and when he was cleaning the table, the man was dishonest and put his hand under his apron.

"..." Ye Xiwu turned to Jian Xing helplessly, "What are you doing?"

Jian Xinglai didn't stop, he lifted the corner of the apron, and put his palm on Ye Xiwu's pajama pants, sticking it to his hip, the stroking was very gentle, without any erotic taste, very gentle.

Ye Xiwu felt a little itchy when he touched her, and she didn't wipe the table. She stepped forward and sat on Jian Xinglai's lap with her long legs. .

Wen Hua stood at the door of the kitchen, neither leaving nor hiding, so she could only say, "The noodles are gone."

Jian Xinglai finally looked at him distractedly, a little disgusted: "Wash the dishes."

Wen Hua: "It's finished."

Jian Xinglai: "Go to sleep."

Wen Hua said depressedly: "Sleep as soon as I'm full, I'm not a pig."

Jian Xinglai said coldly: "People who have eaten two packets of noodles are not qualified to say such things."

Wen Hua: "..."

Fortunately, Ye Xiwu didn't really intend to come to the living room with Jian Xing to fight the nineteen bans. He packed up his things, and urged Wen Hua to check the things he was going to bring to class tomorrow before coming to class with Jian Xing go upstairs.

Although Wen Hua was driven to sleep several times, it was true that she couldn't sleep, so she followed the two masters to the fourth floor with a deadpan face.

Jian Xing chased him away lazily, and continued to color his stars and flowers, while Ye Xiwu helped him color and occasionally moved the position of the ladder.

Wen Hua was lying on the floor, and he looked up at the dreamy and shining "stars". The petals they formed were like clouds embedded in the Milky Way, with the sweetness of honey, high above and close to people's hearts

"When can I finish the painting?" Wen Hua rubbed his eyes, and he yawned and asked.

Ye Xiwu: "Hurry up, are you sleepy?"

Wen Hua shook his head, but his eyelids couldn't hold back. He adjusted his posture to look at the "stars". Jian Xinglai painted Xiwuhua beautifully, even more beautiful than real.

Ye Xiwu accompanied Jian Xing to finish the "stars" on the last bouquet of flowers, and when he turned his head, he saw Wen Hua lying on the floor sprawled, fast asleep.

Jian Xinglai came down from the ladder and watched Ye Xiwu hug a blanket from the third floor.

"Let him sleep here." Ye Xiwu said with a smile.

Jian Xinglai said coldly: "It really is a child."

Ye Xiwu couldn't be happier. He put his waist down and looked at the "stars" and "flowers" all over the wall. He seemed a little moved and couldn't help but sigh, "It's so beautiful."

Jian Xinglai didn't speak, he stretched out his hand, curled his fingertips around Ye Xiwu's hair a few times, and then slowly said: "I have something else for you."

Ye Xiwu naturally didn't expect it, and couldn't help but ask him, "What is it?"

Jian Xinglai opened his mouth, and muttered vaguely: "Eight lift a big sedan chair."

"What...?" Ye Xiwu thought she had heard wrong.

Jian Xinglai raised his eyelids. He stared at Ye Xiwu's face and said, "Jian Linzhao said that to enter our house, you must be married to a bright matchmaker and carry a big sedan chair."

Ye Xiwu: "..."

Jian Xinglai asked calmly, "So when are you going to agree to marry me?"