Vol 11 Chapter 41: That woman!

Huh!

There was a soft knock on the door, and then Aunt Lan's unique footsteps sounded.

声音 When she walks, her voice is very light, and she also has a unique sense of rhythm. This is because she has learned dance, and there are sounds such as stampede and stampede when she walks. On the contrary, the footsteps of the two little girls will be much heavier. As for Cheng Xiaoyue, he will basically bring the sound of high heels. It must be mentioned that Aunt Lan is taller and is a tall woman. He does not wear high heels unless necessary for social situations.

"Little floating slaughter?"

姨 The voice of Aunt Lan sounded in the living room, she clearly saw the shoes replaced by Zhao Futu.

Then, it was the sound of putting down things, and Aunt Lan turned to the kitchen, and then the sound of washing hands, and by the way took out the kitchen knife and chopping board.

She's ready to make dinner!

Can't stand it.

Quiet room still made her feel a little uneasy. After raising a long and suspicious glance at the study, she wiped her hands on a scarf and walked towards the study. When standing outside the study room, she paused for a moment, and listened with her ears to her side. She seemed to want to make sure that Zhao Futu was not inside. If she entered this way, she would not encounter any awkward scenes.

Then she gently opened the door.

"Ahem! ..."

A smell of pungent nose covered her nose involuntarily, and then took a look at Zhao Futu, whose cigarette was extinguished in the dark, and walked quickly to the window to open the curtain, and then opened the door to the balcony. . At this time, she realized that there was a cigarette in the study room. The strong smell of cigarettes made her feel difficult to breathe, and hurriedly took a deep breath outside the door.

"What's the matter? Little floating slaughter?"

Aunt Lan Lan's eyes were full of worries. She slowly walked to Zhao Futu and raised his head.

This is a usual intimate action!

However, Zhao Futu subconsciously avoided it.

Because it seems like he hasn't been touched like this for a long time!

"Right."

There was a gloomy expression on Aunt Lan's face, and he secretly said, "He's grown up. And he's not an ordinary person, and he can't have his head as casual as he used to."

浮 Zhao Futu slowly raised his head, his eyes were bloodshot, his voice was slightly hoarse: "Aunt Lan, are you here?"

This is a crap.

After the appearance of Aunt Lan, his thoughts finally returned a lot.

浮 Zhao Futu lit a cigarette again, glanced at the computer screen that was already on standby, and raised his hand to turn off the dense information.

Then, this seemed to return to God: "I'm fine, I just want to think about something!"

"No smoking!"

Auntie Lan Lan's rare expression was serious. He politely reached out and took out the cigarette from his mouth. Then he threw it out of the room with a slight sullen eyebrow, and asked, "What happened?"

"Don't lie to me! When did you forget to lie to me when you were a kid? Something must have happened!"

Speaking of this, her voice softened again, and said softly, "It's all right."

"If there is something unhappy, you can tell Aunt Lan Lan, although Aunt Lan can't help you, but can help you share it!"

After I finished speaking, she reached out her hand subconsciously.

But this time she froze when she reached out to Zhao Futu, because she suddenly remembered that the boy in front of her had grown up and could no longer touch his head to comfort him as casually as before.

However, this time Zhao Futu took the initiative to hold her hand on his cheek.

He shook his head gently and repeated: "Nothing."

"Just thinking about something!"

I must have happened.

Although Zhao Futu said so, with the woman's intuition and her familiarity with Zhao Futu, Aunt Lan knew that something important had happened.

And it won't be a good thing!

Because Zhao Futu had such a situation twice since he was a child, his mother died in the last occurrence. At that time, he locked himself in the room for three days and nights. When he came out, his eyes were bloodshot. But after seeing her, a difficult smile appeared. In her memory, Zhao Futu has always been a person who is very good at concealing emotions, unless something really happened.

But!

Aunt Lan Lan did not continue to question. .

She just opened her arms gently, hugged Zhao Futu in front of her, pressed her cheek against his ear, and said slowly: "It's okay."

"Aunt Lan will always stand by your side!"

浮 Zhao Futu's body shuddered slightly, and then he reached out and wrapped around Aunt Lan's waist, buried his head in her arms, and slowly closed his eyes. He was really a bit tired. Since returning to reality, he has hardly closed his eyes. He has memorized all the information that may be available in his memory by rote.

His next battle will be extremely dangerous, and he does not have much chance of winning!

Neither of them spoke again.

A touch of warmth shrouded in a quiet room.

I unknowingly.

Time passed little by little, and when another footstep sounded outside, the two in the room woke up.

"Ok."

Aunt Lan loosened her hand unnaturally, raised her hands and lifted her long hair from her ears. At this time, she found that Zhao Futu in front of her eyes had changed greatly. The muscles on his body are full of amazing sense of power and explosiveness. This more and more made her affirm some guesses in her heart, the mysterious man who shot the bullets by hand was definitely him!

The scent of the man, mixed with a hint of smoke, made her inexplicably flustered.

She even felt Zhao Futu's breath, and as his chest rose, his breath exuded from his arms into the collar and sprayed on it.

I'm a little itchy!

This discovery made her whole body stiff, and her heartbeat accelerated unconsciously.

Yes!

He's grown up.

He witnessed his growth and witnessed his maturity, but why did he feel lost?

I used to.

She thinks she has always regarded him as her child, but if she is a mother, shouldn't she be relieved at this moment?

This strange feeling left her a little confused!

Even.

She all wondered whether she was fulfilling the wishes of a good sister and taking care of him as a mother-like aunt, or was it simply because he inspired the mother in her heart?

Maybe both of them!

Sometimes they are close to each other like mother and child, but more often they are like sister and brother.

I used to take care of him, but now he has grown up and turned into a man of great standing. The situation seems to be reversed.

It has now become that he is taking care of us.

Auntie Lan sent a sigh unknowingly, and she didn't know what it was, maybe she was happy or she was lost.

Tap on!

The sound of smashing high heels gradually approached, Aunt Lan retracted her hands, took a step back quietly, then raised her hands and raised her long hair again.

"Come!"

Auntie Lan's face was slightly reddish, and in the evening sunlight was full of the tenderness and tenderness of a mature woman. She pulled up Zhao Futu on her chair and smiled, "After dinner, I will talk!"

"Go and take a bath, I'll cook right away!"

After saying that, she left the study room in a panic, and raised her head to say hello to Cheng Xiaoyue outside.

"Ahem!"

The charming young woman walked into the room at a brisk pace ~ EbookFREE.me ~ As soon as she entered the door, she couldn't help covering her nose, and frowned, "What a big smoke!"

Soon after, she saw Zhao Futu standing up.

She, especially those bloodshot eyes, immediately worried her.

"what happened?"

Wu Chengxiaoyue reached out and held Zhao Futu's palm, his face was full of worries: "What happened?"

"Nothing."

浮 Zhao Futu smiled, raised his head subconsciously, then drooped down the silky long hair, and whispered softly, "I was thinking of something, and I forgot the time unknowingly."

"I'll take a bath first!"

浮 Zhao Futu took off his coat and turned towards the bathroom.

Can't stand it.

When he stepped out of the study, he unconsciously took a look at his palm. He used to be the head of such a young paladin, and he also liked the head of Cheng Xiaoyue after his passion and joy. It turned out that he had learned it from Aunt Lan before habit.

Aunt Lan Lan is busy in the kitchen.

浮 Zhao Futu looked up at the time, it turned out that three days had passed.

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