Skilled in managing a house

This is summer. Under normal circumstances, it will be hot even if you are covered with a four-season quilt, so the air conditioner must be turned on in the room.

Zhang Yu was shirtless and sleeping like this. People would inevitably have a normal reaction and feel a little cold. A good physique is a good thing, and no matter how good the physique is, you can't stand the air conditioner for a whole night. This thing is no better than natural wind, it is just cold.

In a daze, Zhang Yu looked for a warm place, accidentally lifted up the quilt in front of him, and got in.

Entering the bed with a moderate temperature, people immediately calm down. However, due to a natural reaction, I feel uncomfortable if I don’t hold something in my hand.

In the past, when Xiao Jiejie and I slept together, lying on the same bed, everything was normal before going to bed. When we woke up, it was naturally necessary. Xiao Jiejie has become accustomed to it, and even always said that Zhang Yu did it on purpose.

In fact, Zhang Yu was also wronged. It was really not intentional, it was mainly because he had developed a habit.

"Ring ring ring ring ring."

At seven o'clock in the morning, the alarm clock set by Wen Qiong last night rang on time.

The two of them were soon woken up by the ringing of the bell. As soon as they opened their eyes, Zhang Yu was fine, but Wen Qiong immediately felt something was wrong.

"Whose phone number?" Zhang Yu said this without realizing it.

"I set the alarm." Wen Qiong said coldly.

"It's time to get up then." Zhang Yu said, suddenly realizing that something was wrong with Wen Qiong's voice. It was as cold as hell, almost like killing someone.

Then he realized what the problem was.

"Um." Zhang Yu was also sweating coldly in an instant, and he hurriedly stopped his hand, "I didn't mean it?"

"Is that intentional?" Wen Qiong said coldly, still leaning sideways.

"It's not intentional, I just get used to it when I'm asleep," Zhang Yu quickly explained. As soon as he said the last sentence, he suddenly realized something was wrong and hurriedly raised his hand to cover his mouth.

Wen Qiong turned around this time and stared directly at Zhang Yu.

"I, she, what happened between us last night, was really a misunderstanding." Zhang Yu was so anxious that he cried, sweating all over his head, and he didn't know how to explain it. It seemed that no matter what he said, he was getting more and more confused. black.

But his movements were very fast, and he jumped out of the bed.

"Pfft." Seeing Zhang Yu's embarrassed look, Wen Qiong couldn't help laughing.

Zhang Yu didn't dare to stay in the room any longer, so he stammered, "Auntie, I'm going to wash up first."

After saying that, he hurriedly rolled out of bed and stumbled out.

"oops!"

"Plop!"

"What's wrong?" Wen Qiong shouted with concern when she heard something was wrong. She sat up and looked under the bed.

I saw Zhang Yu lying on the ground in big letters and slowly getting up.

"It's okay, my feet are sweaty. I walked too fast and slipped." Zhang Yu said as he stood up.

Seeing that Zhang Yu was fine, Wen Qiong was relieved and complained deliberately: "How can such a big man be so frizzy! Wash up quickly, you go to the bathroom outside!"

"I know, I know." Zhang Yu didn't dare to look back and ran out quickly.

Seeing Zhang Yu running away, Wen Qiong let out another "poof" and muttered in a low voice, "This guy, even if you want to be angry with him, you can't get angry."

With a peach blossom on her face and a smile on her lips, she quietly got out of bed.

But soon, she thought of Zhang Yu's words, 'I got used to it when I was asleep, and maybe I thought you were Xiaoyun.'

Thinking of this, Wen Qiong suddenly felt a little sour in her heart, "They are developing quite fast, and they keep silent about it. I asked him last night, but he still didn't admit it."

Of course, the current development between Zhang Yu and Pan Yun is limited to this, and there is no official one yet.

However, according to the speculation just now, it is estimated that no one will believe that Zhang Yu only touched, not that.

Wen Qiong wouldn’t believe it anyway.

After all, this man and woman were alone in the same room, and they were already like this. Under the fire, if something like that didn't happen, they would be haunted. Which man can have such determination in this matter. Wen Qiong, in particular, is very confident in her daughter's appearance, otherwise Qi Wuyao would have tried every possible means to pursue her.

She walked into the bathroom. There was a mirror above the sink. Looking at herself in the mirror, Wen Qiong couldn't help but shake her head.

At this moment, a question popped up in her mind, "What if Xiaoyun and I can't get back together in the future? Should I be with Zhang Yu, or should Xiaoyun and Zhang Yu be together?"

Fortunately, this question only flashed in her mind, "Bah, bah, bah, what am I thinking about? How can I not get it back?"

I really can't think about this kind of question, because no matter how much I think about it, I can't seem to come up with a perfect answer. So we can only place our hope on Zhang Yu to get her and her daughter back as soon as possible.

The two of them finished washing and had breakfast together without giving up the room. After all, you can be so willful if you have money. Several of Wen Qiong's clothes were thrown here. She only wore a pair of white gauze boots, a white short skirt around her waist, and a white tube top on top, revealing the delicate plum blossom. After all, she is pretending to be a daughter, so she has to do enough drama.

Of course, what woman doesn't love beauty, and sometimes Wen Qiong also wants to dress more flamboyantly. But Wen Qiong had passed that age after all, and was restricted by her status. She couldn't wear many clothes, and she didn't dare to wear them.

This time she was finally given a chance to do whatever she wanted, and no one would know who she was.

After leaving the hotel and getting into Zhang Yu's car, Zhang Yu was still a little embarrassed and didn't dare to talk nonsense. He just sat carefully. Wen Qiong was in charge of driving, and the two went straight to the Snow Flour Group in Zhennan District.

Wen Qiong knew the address. When he drove before, he was orderly and silent. When he was about to arrive, Wen Qiong glanced at Zhang Yu deliberately and said, "Don't think about what happened in the morning. I've forgotten it. It's time to wait." You should know how to act."

"I forgot about it too. Don't worry, Auntie, I know it." Zhang Yu said quickly.

As soon as he heard what Zhang Yu said, Wen Qiong knew that he was a little embarrassed about that matter. Wen Qiong rolled her eyes at him again.

The words "Pfft" almost made Zhang Yu choke to death.