
Yang Lan'er looked at her silly roe deer that was walking quickly out of the bathroom, the corner of her mouth slightly raised.
Tan Anjun stepped out of the bathroom, this feeling of rapid heartbeat, could he say that it was truly incredible?
When Yang Lan'er came out of the bathroom, she saw her silly roezi sitting there looking out the window, with a dumbfounded expression on her face.
Wiping her wet hair, she sat on the bench across and reminded gently, "Master, go and take a shower."
After he finished speaking, he discovered that a certain man was still indifferent, staring blankly at the leaves outside the window.
What's wrong with this guy?
Yang Lan'er stood up and walked in front of him, his brows frowning slightly: "Tan Anjun!"
A faint fragrance struck him, making his mind clear to it, staring at the charming dimples that were close by, he could not help but answer gently: "Oh ..."
Yang Lan'er pulled her arm and raised her eyebrows: "Ah, you big-headed ghost! You have returned to your soul, and your whole body smells like sweat. Why don't you wash it?"
"You sweat?"
Hearing the smell of sweat, Tan Anjun instantly recovered from his longing, he could not let his image in his little wife's eyes completely shatter, he lowered his head and sniffed himself, he said, not to mention it smells really like sweat. . .
But far from the smell! But if it is not washed again, it can be completely acidic and smelly.
"Miss, you take a break, take a shower for your husband, and it'll be over soon."
"Sister, take your time and wash it off. I'm in no hurry!"
Tan Anjun staggered upon hearing those words, but fortunately he held on to the bathroom door frame, and turned his head to give him a meaningful look.
Yang Lan'er looked at him embarrassedly, laughed out loud, and lay down on the table with her shoulders trembling nonstop.
Oops, the weather was too hot, he just laughed for a while, and sweat came out of his body again.
Yang Lan'er squinted at the sunlight outside, and the crickets on the tree kept shouting. Now it is really summer, and the weather is so hot that people don't have an appetite. He rested his chin and thought about what refreshing food he would eat in the summer...
"Mother, mother, my son is coming!"
Uh! It's so neat!
"Mom, where's Dad?" Belle asked hesitantly, not seeing Tan Anjun on the left and right.
Yang Lan'er pursed her lips, signaling that she was in the bathroom.
"Oh" Belle pouted disgruntledly: "Mother, why are you ignoring your son? Does your son make you unhappy?"
Yang Lan'er was confused and shook her head: "No."
"Mother quibbled and said no ..." Mom hasn't kissed him in a long time.
"Auntie, Auntie."
"Mother."
Yang Lan'er lay down on the table, raised his hand towards them, and signaled for them to sit on their own.
The children moved the small chair and sat around him Xixi jumped out of Xiaoyingzi's arms and rubbed the hostess' legs.
"Aww!" Woman, you haven't noticed Mr. Tiger for a long time, hurry up and hug him.
"Oh!"
Yang Lan'er followed the voice and looked up, Yo! This little boy is still arrogant?
Bell gave a cold snort to express his strong dissatisfaction.
Everyone looked to see it.
"Sister Kun'er, what's wrong with you? Is your throat uncomfortable?" Seeing him frown, as if someone owed him 2.58 million, Chen Yu pretended to be surprised and asked.
"Oh, brother Kun'er came to drink a glass of water to moisten his throat." Xiaoyingzi helped her, and hurriedly poured her a glass of water and placed it on the table in front of her.