Chapter 89:

Cheng Huan slowly raised his head and moved his mouth: "You ..."
"what?"
What I wanted to ask turned around a lot in my mouth, and finally I didn't have the courage to say it. Cheng Huan never knew that she would be so timid. She was a bit discouraged and shook her head: "Nothing."
After speaking, Qiangqi stood up and said, "I'm going to cook."
Jiang Mingyuan felt that her state was a bit wrong, and there seemed to be something going on, but now that the stars are still there, it is obviously not a good time to take the roots. He got up together and held the person who was going to leave: "No, let's go eat. "
Cheng Huan turned to look at him.
The man looked at her: "Anyway, I have escaped from the dead. I have to celebrate?"
He squeezed his fingers into Huan ’s fingers, his fingers interlocked, and she was not allowed to have other choices: "Let's go, I've set the place."
The restaurant for dinner was elegant and tasteful, but Cheng Huan didn't eat much because of his mind.
Her performance was seen by Jiang Mingyuan. The man didn't ask anything. When he got home and coaxed the stars to sleep, he went downstairs again and knocked on the door of the master bedroom.
Cheng Huan had just taken a shower when the man knocked on the door, her hair was still wet, and dripping water, she didn't open when she heard the knock, and asked outside through a door: "Is there anything?"
"Open the door and ask you something."
Is this matter related to your identity? Cheng Huan's heart was tight and she felt a little relieved. She buttoned her pajamas and opened the door in the past: "Come in and say?"
Jiang Mingyuan nodded and squeezed in from the side. When he entered the room, he didn't mention it first, but found it everywhere.
Cheng Huan: "What are you looking for?"
The man looked around and finally found the goal. He walked over, picked up the hair dryer on the dresser, turned around and said to Cheng Huan, "Come here and blow your hair."
Cheng Huan didn't pass: "Don't you say something?"
Jiang Mingyuan's brow frowned slightly: "Dry the hair before talking."
He doesn't have many facial expressions under normal circumstances, and frowning is a sign of dissatisfaction. Sure enough, without waiting for Cheng Huan to find any excuses, the man came over and pulled her over, sitting in front of the dresser and turning on the hair dryer switch.
The wind of the hair dryer is a bit hot, and men are very unskilled to use it. Occasionally, if they stay in one place for a long time, the scalp will be a little hot.
But Cheng Huan didn't feel so uncomfortable. She sat quietly and looked at Jiang Mingyuan from her dressing mirror. The man looked serious and acted as carefully as possible.
She suddenly felt that there was nothing to be uncomfortable with.
Cheng Huan's hair was long and it took a while to blow. Jiang Mingyuan turned off the hair dryer and dredged the hair with a comb.
He is not close to his mother, and he has no friends of the opposite sex, so he does not know the particular hair of women, such as Cheng Huan's curly hair, it is very troublesome to care, it should not be blown completely, the consequences of doing so Hair is usually exploded into a sunflower.
Obviously, the current situation is unpredictable by Jiang Mingyuan. He took the comb from the root to the end of the hair, and saw that the comb had just been removed, and the hair was loosened, and the man's calm face also showed a little confusion. expression.
Clearly shows her lack of communication with women.
Cheng Huan laughed aloud. Jiang Mingyuan felt even more ashamed by the laughter. He stared at the hair that was not so smooth in front of his eyes. After researching for a while, he asked with uncertainty: "Are you going to get in the water?"
"No, you don't care about it." She smiled, looked at the man from the vanity mirror, raised her hand, took the comb from the man, set it aside, and turned her head away without asking her explosive head. " Say what do you want me to ask? "
Jiang Mingyuan looked away from the exploded hair and looked at Cheng Huan. "You are not very happy today."
Before she answered, the man asked himself: "Did you know the rumors about you on the Internet?"
Cheng Huan stunned for two seconds and nodded.
"I need to apologize for this, because I didn't protect you." Jiang Mingyuan pulled her up, sat down, and pressed people on his lap: "But I promise those things won't continue to spread. So you don't care about the Internet. Those people ’s words do n’t need to be angry or sad for those people. In most cases, they do n’t care about the truth and are not responsible for what they say.

He pressed Cheng Huan's side face softly, "Anyway, wouldn't it be great for me and Xingxing to know what kind of person you are?"
Cheng Huan gently hooked his mouth: "Who do you say I am?"
"You are beautiful, have a good personality, and good cooking skills. You are still a good mother. I like it." He turned his face and kissed at Cheng Huan's lips. "He will be my good wife in the future."
Cheng Huan fluttered to his side, lowered his eyelids, and squinted the corners of his mouth, letting the man gently peck on it, and finally couldn't resist the gentle offensive of the other side, and his lips met.
There was no problem at the time or occasion. When the kiss was over, both of them were emotional. Cheng Huan was paralyzed in the man's arms, felt a hard object somewhere behind him, and softly held the big palm in his clothes.
"Wait, wait ..." Cheng Huan remembered that he still had something to say.
"I don't want to wait." Jiang Mingyuan's breath bit a bit on her neck, and the palms in close contact with the skin ignored the resistance and continued to explore, holding the ball soft.
Men seem to be a little self-taught in this regard, but just a few flicks, the person in his arms spit out a nice groan.
Cheng Huan never felt this kind of feeling, as if it was crisp and itchy, with a little electric tingling, the current spread from the fore chest to the tail vertebra, along the spine, until the Tianling cover, exploded in the skull A five-colored flower emerges.
Let her have no energy to think about other things.
Cheng Huan had long been unable to bear any resistance, and the hands he had resisted unknowingly caught Jiang Mingyuan's neck. The two of them hugged together, and everything behind them became a matter of course.
Spring love.
I don't know if the two are too close or their bodies are too sensitive. When the prank is over, Cheng Huan's throat will be dumb.
Jiang Mingyuan lay on her body, enjoying the last rhyme of the body, and he bit on Cheng Huan's collarbone until a gorgeous flower bloomed.
He raised his head, his eyes brightened, and the curvature of his mouth became larger and larger.
"I'm so happy." He said, "You are mine."
Cheng Huan lay there like a salty fish, his eyes were dull, and he had no response when he heard the confession. He just pressed his palm against his chest and moistened his thirsty throat with saliva.
Of course, this small action did not escape Jiang Mingyuan's eyes: "Want to drink water?"
Cheng Huan nodded.
"wait."
When the man finished speaking, he got up from the bed, picked up the trousers on the ground, and went out.
A few minutes later, Jiang Mingyuan came in with a glass of water. Cheng Huan saw that the water was about to wake up, and he was not seated yet. The person who had just entered the door looked like something had happened.
"I'm here, I'm here!" Jiang Mingyuan walked to the bed in three or two steps, put the water aside, put the person on his chest, and carefully handed the water cup to her mouth.
Cheng Huan was served like a wasteful man, drank water, lubricated with water, and her throat was not so uncomfortable at last, and she was able to speak, "I want to take a shower."
Jiang Mingyuan volunteered: "I help you."
"No, I'm not a waste." Although everything should be done, Cheng Huan still has a lot of shame. She waved her hand and hurried out, "You go to bed."
Hearing this, Jiang Mingyuan was not very happy: "I'm not going anywhere."
In fact, he was a bit masculine at some times. For example, he always felt that the subject was weak. So he ignored Cheng Huan's opinions and walked towards the bathroom.
There was no trace of the body, as if you could feel the wind blowing on your skin as you moved forward. Even if she had done more intimate things just now, Cheng Huan couldn't make herself calm. Her ears turned red, her eyes covered with a mist of water, her arms were covered as much as possible, and Jiang Mingyuan let her down.
"Don't let it go." Jiang Mingyuan walked into the bathroom a few steps, kicked the chair next to him, put the person up to finish it, opened the shower, and really washed her up.
The palm of a man's palms was walking on his skin, and it was better to say that it was a fire when he took a bath. After only a few touches, he couldn't bear it.
Jiang Mingyuan also noticed this problem. His eyes fluttered, and he retracted his hands calmly. He coughed, "You wash it first, I'll change the sheets."
Before I finished speaking, I hurried out, halfway back and returned, squatting down to put water in the bathtub.
"Wait for a while after bathing."
Cheng Huan turned his back to him without turning his head: "I see."
The temperature of Jiang Mingyuan's water was a bit high. It was just right to wait for Cheng Huan to wash it in.
The hot water wraps the skin, the massage device in the bathtub starts automatically, and the water flow surges, taking away the soreness of the body.
Cheng Huan was very comfortable, sighed with closed eyes, and wanted to sleep a bit.
When she thought about it, she really gradually lost consciousness, and when she woke up, she was already in bed.
Cheng Huan was relieved. Fortunately, she was not drowned in the bathtub. She raised her hands and wiped her face, feeling that her body was taken back.
His back was clinging to another's chest, his muscles were stiff, and he felt the same as last night.
Those wandering scenes appeared in his mind, Cheng Huan quietly blushed, she bit her lower lip, touched the strong arm on her waist, and tried to open it slightly.
"Don't move." The voice behind him was low, with undisclosed drowsiness. He tightened his arms and kissed her on the back of his neck. "It's still early, sleep with me for a while."
"You let go, I'm out of breath."
The restrained arm on the waist loosened a little, and Cheng Huan whispered again, "Isn't it to let you go up?"
"Where am I going?" Jiang Mingyuan's eyes narrowed, and his tone was lazy. "How can there be a reason to catch someone after sleep?"
"You obviously have a room."
"It's gone."
Cheng Huan gritted his teeth: "You!"
"Well, why?" Jiang Mingyuan kissed her again at the tip of her ear, and continued after saying, "The room above will be left for the stars, and he will move there when he goes to elementary school. Now he stays by the side for the time being."
He said more and more excited, leaning against the bedside: "After a while, when I am free, I will find someone to connect this floor with the upper floors? It ’s easier to go up and down, but this place is still small Now, just over the new temple road is being renovated, ready to build a villa community, we will build the largest one we will keep in the future, it is definitely more comfortable to live here. "
Cheng Huan leaned on the man's chest and listened to him talking about the imagination, how to decorate the new home, how to allocate the room, what to plant in the yard before and after, he was full of interest, and anyone could hear what he expected.