gentle fall

Wen Huaiyu turned his eyes away and didn't look at her. The answer was cold and heartless: "I don't want to."

After finishing speaking, taking advantage of Ji Yirou's brief moment of stupefaction, she pushed her away and opened the door: "I don't like people treating me like this. There will be no next time."

Ji Yirou only took a deep look at her: "Have a good rest. Come see my sister later."

Wen Huaiyu: "..."

Look at this man, he is really a cheating marriage expert.At this moment, pretending to be affectionate, maybe it was for her money, she had already seen this person clearly.

Finally, she got a moment of peace. She went to the bed and rubbed the center of her brows helplessly. She always felt that she had gotten into a big, big trouble, but how could she stay away from her.

She was worrying, but downstairs was a happy and harmonious atmosphere for the guests and the host.

Wen Yan was chatting with Ji Yirou, his expression was extremely gentle, his deceased beloved wife had such a gentle and quiet temperament, loving the house and black, he was very satisfied with Ji Yirou, extremely satisfied.

Ji Yirou is not a person who talks a lot, but her eyes are pure and clean, and her voice is mellow and soft. Speaking always makes people feel comfortable, and she has always been very pleasing in front of her elders.

After this chat, it was time for dinner. Wen Yan reunited with his old friends, and he was in a great mood: "Stay overnight tonight, why don't you hurry to leave?"

Ji Yue didn't speak, just glanced at Ji Yirou lightly, only to see that this granddaughter who was usually silent and stubborn, who refused to bow to him for several years, showed a little begging in her eyes, so she laughed and said hello.

Wen Yan got up and asked the housekeeper to arrange the guest room.Only then did Ji Yue speak: "Is that how you like him?"

Ji Yirou nodded very quietly, and after a while she said: "Yes."

Ji Yue glared at her with a bit of resentment: "Can't you say a few more words? Just like you, no wonder people look down on you!"

He has a tough temper, and when he had a falling out with his son, he never asked about his granddaughter again.But just not asking, doesn't mean he doesn't care at all. Ye Shuhua is sick, and the little girl won't know how many times he secretly greeted the hospital.

He is stubborn, the little thing is even more stubborn than him, and he hasn't been home to see him for decades.

Just such a stubborn and boring gourd, for the sake of his sweetheart, he went home and begged him for a few days, no matter how much he ridiculed him, he still looked obedient and docile, he was angry and distressed, and finally agreed.

But now, how can there be any way to analyze the pros and cons of Wen Ji's marriage with him at home?

Even, he can't even say a word of softness, and he might not even be able to say a word of love in front of Xiaowen!

Thinking of this made Ji Yue angry, the Lord was not in a hurry, but he became anxious unconsciously, so that when Wen Yan proposed that Ji Yirou lived in Wen Huaiyu's room and lay on his side, he did not hesitate. accepted.

Who didn't come here from a young age.The two old foxes looked at each other and smiled tacitly, euphemistically speaking, to cultivate feelings.

When it was time for dinner, Wen Huaiyu came down and didn't intend to eat, so he said hello, took a glass of milk and was about to go upstairs, but was stopped by Wen Yan: "Nan Nan, tonight Xiao Rou lives in the side sleeper of your bedroom. .”

Wen Huaiyu: "...Grandpa?! There are so many guest rooms in the house, why do you want to live in the side sleeper in my room?"

Wen Yan wiped his hands with a snow-white napkin, and his smiling face was full of wrinkles: "There are no clean sheets and quilts in the guest room. Besides, your stomach hurts during the day, and we are all worried that your stomach problem will recur at night, so let Xiao Rou accompany you."

Wen Huaiyu took a deep breath, and squeezed out a sentence between his teeth with all his strength: "Really."

Wen Yan was very insistent: "Yes, and you two girls, there is nothing to avoid suspicion."

Wen Huaiyu: "..."

She really wanted to tell Grandpa that there were so many things two girls could do...that was too much.

She turned around and stomped upstairs.

Later, Ji Yirou came to knock on her door. Wen Huaiyu was still angry, and opened the door and asked, "Ji Yirou! What kind of dirty deal did you do with my grandpa? Are you still here to live with me?" Why don’t you let me sleep on my side?”

Ji Yirou blinked her eyes lightly, her eyes were even a little innocent: "I don't mind if sister thinks."

Wen Huaiyu sneered and closed the door with a bang.

She couldn't believe it, if she didn't open the door tonight, grandpa would be able to watch Ji Yirou live in the corridor all night!

It seems that when meeting Ji Yirou, she has understood all the suffocation in her life.This man must have been born to beat her!

Wen Huaiyu locked the door behind him before entering the bathroom, took a hot bath, finished applying the essence and face cream, dried his hair, checked the time, it was 10:2...it seemed like [-] hours had passed...

At this point, grandpa should have fallen asleep.So, when she was taking a bath, Ji Yirou...should have left, right?

But she was always a little worried, she sighed softly, opened the door a very narrow gap, peeped out, the corridor was clean, not even a single person.

She couldn't tell whether it was disappointment or satisfaction, and she seemed to have a very complicated emotion, so she opened the door and walked out. Just as she was about to take a closer look, she heard a joking voice: "My sister is looking for me, right?" .”

Wen Huaiyu was startled, then turned around, and found Ji Yirou behind her, leaning against the window sill at the end of the corridor, her long hair draped over her shoulders, the moonlight shone through the window, covering her body like mist, clear and gentle.

After a while.

Wen Huaiyu turned his eyes unnaturally: "There are brand new bathrobes in the bathroom."

Just as Ji Yirou took off her shoes, she stepped on the ground with her snow-white and clean soles, and asked calmly, "Are you still wearing underwear?"

These two words hit his ears suddenly, Wen Huaiyu seemed to have been shocked by an electric shock, his ears were flushed and hot: "No. You go in first, and I will look for you."

Ji Yirou stared at her deeply: "Okay."

Wen Huaiyu stopped looking at her, and while regretting why he let her in just now, he rummaged through the closet for clothes.

Underwear...it's a little bit, but did Ji Yirou wear it? The two of them...seem to be of different sizes...

The underwear is nothing, the big deal is that it will be delivered tomorrow morning, but what about the pants...

Wen Huaiyu's face turned red bit by bit, he quickly rubbed the tips of his ears, and accepted the reality - there are no brand new pants here...

She didn't spend much time in the old house, and she didn't have many new clothes in the bedroom. She came back in a hurry, and only brought three used clothes.

Wen Huaiyu breathed a sigh of relief, picked up a new-looking one, and knocked on the bathroom door: "Ji Yirou, open..."

Before the word "open the door" was finished, the bathroom door had opened a small crack, revealing a snowy and fair cheek with a touch of powder floating on it, a pair of eyes wet by the mist, and drops of water hanging from the tip of the eyelashes Like her, she looked extraordinarily lovely and pitiful, and she was completely seductive.

His eyes moved down uncontrollably, but in the hazy mist, through the bathrobe, he could only see a little rounded arc...

Ji Yirou said: "Shall we wash together?"

Wen Huaiyu regained consciousness in an instant, and almost threw her panties on her face, and with a slam, closed the door forcefully.

Shameless, you can even say something like washing together.

Wen Huaiyu drank a large glass of cold water, and did another group of yoga while waiting, gradually calming down in the soothing music.

What Ji Yirou has, she has, so what are you afraid of.

Besides, what's the big deal, it's not like I haven't seen it.

Soon, Ji Yirou opened the door and came out. She didn't wear a nightgown, but only a silk pajama dress, with thin straps embedded on Xue Nen's shoulders, making people want to take a closer look.

Wen Huaiyu was taken aback: "Why aren't you wearing a nightgown?"

This suspender dress is hers, and she forgot it in it before, so why Ji Yirou wore it on her body.

Ji Yirou wiped the water from her hair with a towel, and sat down in front of her dressing table with a familiar and comfortable look: "I don't want to wear a nightgown, it's too hot. Where's your essence?"

Wen Huaiyu didn't react, she pointed her finger, and then quickly retracted: Why did she let Ji Yirou wear her pajamas and use her essence?

She wanted to say something, but when she raised her eyes, Ji Yirou had already wiped her hair and applied it carefully in front of the vanity mirror. The emerald silk nightdress reflected a beautiful luster under the light, her smooth and black hair was as tender as jade The back brings a very strong visual impact.

But with just such a glance, Wen Huaiyu unconsciously took a breath, but his whole body seemed to be burned, and he became inexplicably agitated.

Ji Yirou seemed to be completely ignorant of all this, after wiping her face, she stood up and turned around: "Why is your face so red?"

Wen Huaiyu drank a large glass of water: "It's a bit hot. Open the door on the right, that's where you'll live tonight."

This is obviously an order to evict guests, Ji Yirou understood it, and smiled sweetly: "Then I'm going to sleep, good night, sister."

Wen Huaiyu nodded coldly and reservedly, extremely stingy, didn't even say good night, watched Ji Yirou open the door of the side sleeper, walked in, and then the door closed, she breathed a sigh of relief.

Really are……

I'm afraid that Ji Yirou is not a bad thing specially made to piss her off.

She was the only one in the room, and the previous turbulent emotions seemed to show no sign of calming down, but instead became more turbulent.

Bright white lightning flashed across the sky, and the night wind swayed the branches and leaves of plants and trees. Gradually, there was the sound of rain pattering outside the window, knocking on the window, and there was a very rhythmic rushing sound.

Wen Huaiyu was not very asleep at first, but was completely awakened by the sound, fumbled to turn on a wall lamp, and sat on the head of the bed, feeling a little dazed.

She rubbed between her brows, got out of bed, stood by the window for a long time, dipped her fingers in the wet mist on the glass, and then withdrew her hand and closed the window.

She was about to lie down, but then she remembered that the French windows in the side sleeper seemed to be open all the time, facing the bed, and beside her was her bookcase with her collection of books on it... Well, let's take a look.

Wen Huaiyu lowered his head, adjusted his nightgown, wrapped it tightly, and walked to the door, ready to knock on the door.

As soon as she raised her hand, the door opened from the inside. There was only a small light on inside the door. Ji Yirou was wearing a silk nightgown, her eyes were very clear: "Can't sleep, want to come and find me?"

Wen Huaiyu originally had a very legitimate reason. When she said this, it seemed that she was thinking wrongly: "It's raining! I'm here to read my book."

Ji Yirou smiled lightly, said something like this, and then stretched out her hand: "Come in."

It's just such a simple two words, some kind of unknown temptation centered on her, and exploded in the air... There was a little more eager heat in her eyes, which was not well hidden, and it seemed straightforward, moving, and fiery Yes, pure.

Inextricably linked, slowly seduced.

Summer, rainy night, in the half-light.

The girl was wearing a strapless suspender, with delicate shoulders and neck, white wrists, unbearable frailty... Wen Huaiyu admitted that he was dreaming.

People's aesthetics are relatively fixed, Ji Yirou is the type she likes, she just likes girls with this kind of tone, there is no way.

perhaps……

She couldn't help thinking that it was because she was drunk that day that Ji Yirou fought fiercely and gained the upper hand.

If she did it all over again, as long as she was in a sober state, she would undoubtedly attack the main attack.