Chapter 213: Won't let her forget

Yannian glanced at it, then turned her face away, and passed the nightgown in her hand.
"You, your clothes, here you are!"
"The clothes I put in the washing machine, have you washed them?"
He asked lightly, his tone was ordinary, without any embarrassment or shame.
When I took the nightgown, my fingertips touched her, the contrast between warmth and coolness.
It's only a moment of contact, and words and thoughts are like blowing up...
"I'm going out!"
Terrible, terrible.
Why is it so terrible today?
Then think again.
Jiang Beiyuan's figure is really good. If another woman sees it, then it's still worth it?
Yan Nian, as long as he thinks of Jiang Beiyuan being seen by others, especially Xu Anqing, there is an urge to kill! !
...
The water vapor in the bathroom gradually dissipated, and a man's face was reflected in the mirror.
Exquisite facial features, long eyebrows like new leaves, long and narrow peach eyes, long and curled eyelashes, deep eye sockets, the bridge of the nose and the nasal bones are just right, and the sharp thin lips and the jaw line form a perfect arc.
Jiang Beiyuan wiped his wet hair at random and threw the towel aside.
His black hair was half dry, and the hair on his forehead was messy and unruly.
He subconsciously glanced sideways at himself in the glasses, raised his hand and rubbed his clear chin.
Ten years may really change a person.
Especially men.
From the change of temperament, aura, and the development of facial features and contours, from head to toe, it is a transformation.
It's like a golden cicada getting out of its shell.
The golden cicada that has shed its shell is hard to be recognized as the original Chichi turtle.
Unless, the old person has a deep impression of you.
However, the old man he cares about has never been distracted.
Thinking of this, Jiang Beiyuan rubbed his forehead and gave a wry smile.
Suddenly felt relieved.
In ten years, she had forgotten Jiang Ting, which only showed that she didn't like it enough.
It’s good now, at least--
He will never let her forget Jiang Beiyuan again.
Jiang Beiyuan was about to walk out of the bathroom, rubbing the ring finger of his left hand, empty.
He narrowed his eyes twice and hurriedly ran into the bathroom, and found the platinum ring forgotten by the bathtub. He breathed a sigh of relief. After putting it on again, he walked out.
So I saw the words and thoughts in the bedroom outside.
The words and thoughts squatting on the ground.
There was a large black suitcase open in front of her. Inside, shirts, underwear, and socks were stacked neatly and orderly.
He felt soft and walked over to try to pull her up.
"I'll just clean up by myself tomorrow morning. Your legs are not good yet, don't be too tired."
"It's okay, I feel that my legs are almost better, so I will ask Zhang Fan if I can remove the plaster!"
"It's never too late to ask when I come back."
He pulled her up, hugged her like that from behind, rubbed her resolute cheek against her hair.
"In the future, if you don't do this kind of thing, your husband feels uncomfortable seeing it."
Yannian couldn't laugh or cry, "I'll help you pack your luggage, what's wrong? Not tired!"
"I don't like you to accommodate me."
His head went down, his dark hair dyed slightly cool, rubbing against her soft shoulders.