Chapter 773: Wrinkled shirt

Chapter 773 The shirt is wrinkled
Wen Qiao brought a basin of water, took a new toothbrush, squeezed some toothpaste, and gave it to Fu Nanli.
Finally, the work before going to bed was completely prepared, and Wen Qiao climbed into the bed: "Go to bed."
The light went out and the room was dim.
The man came out with a smiling voice: "I have urged several times, it seems you are in a hurry?"
Wen Qiao:...
What and what?
Is it purely because the time is late?
The bed was a single bed, and Fu Nanli, a well-trained man in 188, stepped up, and the space became even more cramped.
Wen Qiao could only be forced to stick to him very tightly. The goose down quilt had been tanned by his mother during the day. It was warm, full of the smell of the sun and the smell of male hormones on his body.
Wen Qiao's face was slightly hot.
"Go over there a little bit," she said.
Fu Nanli grabbed her hand and moved to his waist.
"What are you doing?" She was alert.
The hand crossed his waist and leaned behind him, "You can feel it, I'm already close to the bed, and I will go to the ground again."
Wen Qiao touched it, and he was indeed by the bed, "Oh."
Her head rested on his arm, his hand fell on her waist, and the temperature in the room kept rising.
Wen Qiao was thinking of letting him go at 5:30 tomorrow morning, because Uncle Ji will get up at 6 o’clock at the latest, because the streets on their side have customs, children will get up and walk around the streets to beg for sweets, the first group of children It should be over at six o'clock, and someone at home has to deliver sugar.
Unexpectedly, she slept deeply and forgot to set the alarm clock.
The voice of a child came from outside the door, "Uncle Ji, congratulations on making a fortune and happy new year..."
Wen Qiao woke up suddenly, opening her eyes was the man's sleeping face, and when it was time to burn her eyebrows, she even silently admired it. The sleeping face was really beautiful.
Uncle Ji’s voice came: "Come here to get candy in the house, brothers and sisters are still sleeping."
A group of children hurried to the yard next door, which was very lively.
Fu Nanli had never seen such a situation before, and her voice was hoarse: "Why are there so many people?"
Wen Qiao explained to him, he lowered his eyes and said, "It's a bit like Halloween in foreign countries."
"It's just that our neighbors are very familiar with each other, so there is such a custom. You must get up quickly and go out quietly. You can't be seen by Uncle Ji, let alone my mother."
Fu Nanli sat up slowly, the little girl kept pressing his arm to sleep, her hand was a little numb, and his expression was distressed: "Press it for me."
Wen Qiao: "Hurry up, can you?"
Fu Nanli only wore a shirt, and fell asleep all night. The shirt was a little wrinkled, which did not match the temperament of his precious young master, but he was also a little more lazy.
Fu Nanli leaned on the head of the bed, "It's still dark."
Wen Qiao lay on him, reached for his iron gray sweater on the wooden chair, and sat on his lap, hurriedly helping him get dressed.
Fu Nanli's eyes darkened a bit, and she reached out to hold her back of her head and gave another strong kiss.
Uncle Ji’s voice came from outside the window,
Qiaoqiao, do you want to have steamed buns or glutinous rice for breakfast? Or rice cakes?

Wen Qiao pushed Fu Nanli away, and said with an aura: "When can't you kiss?"
Then he said to Uncle Ji outside the window: "I can do it, Uncle Ji."
"Then cook rice cakes and eat them."
"it is good."
Fu Nanli had already put on the sweater and looked at her with blurred eyes: "How am I going out? Your Uncle Ji seems to be busy with breakfast in the kitchen. If I go out, he will see me?"
(End of this chapter)