Chapter 209: Handsome, he is sick, just play a meal. 5

When Azhao felt awakened, the sky seemed to be still not bright, and there was still a residual candle in the table, which illuminate the entire house.
She slept fairly well, but her head was still groggy.
The little boy yawned, and she realized that she felt asleep on her side and had an arm around her waist.
It is Huo Wei.
How did he go to bed yesterday, how did he sleep next to him? Azhao has no impression at all.
She thought about it, carefully moved her body up a bit and looked up at him.
Previously, it was just a glimpse of the glory. Under this time, Azhao was really earnest, and he carefully read this famous Beijing-based coach.
The appearance of a man is undoubtedly very good. The facial features are sharp and deep, and the straight nose is like a master's hand. There is not more than one point and a lot of points.
The lips are a little thin.
Azhao forgot to see which world he had when he read the book. People who have such a thin lip are often very thin.
She looked at it carefully, and muttered softly in her mouth: "Why are you so beautiful, why are you afraid of you..."
The hand at the waist suddenly became a heavy one.
Azhao was shocked and looked at the past, but the man did not open his eyes at all.
"The sky is still early, continue to sleep." A faint voice sounded.
The hand was lifted and lifted, and Azhao ring was in his arms. The two men were close together, just like all the young couples in the world.
A Zhao leaned on the man's chest and felt the heat from the other side. He gradually felt a deep tiredness, closed his eyes, and his breathing slowly became long.
After Azhao slept, Huo Wei opened his eyes.
His eyes are clear and god-like, and he can see a little sleepy.
He tilted his head slightly and stared at her quietly without disturbing Azhao.
For a long time, in the dimly lit room, it seems that someone laughed.
Outside the bed, the tears of the candle slowly drip, and it always burned to the sky.
When Azhao woke up again, it was already bright outside.
The side of the body has long lost its temperature, and I don’t know how long people have left.
She moved, only to feel that her body was sore and weak, and Azhao knew that this was probably the sequelae of the sweat medicine.
She sat up in bed and had a pain in her temples.
The cockroach who kept the outside of the room heard the movement and quickly opened the bed.
"Mrs. wake up? But need to wash?"
Azhao nodded.
He cleaned her face, applied the fat, and took care of her hair.
Someone put a lot of exquisite breakfast into the house.
"The handsome coach asked the slave to talk to his wife. He has something to do. The breakfast will be used by the lady. The noon will come back to dinner with the lady."
Azhao nodded.
She looked at the plates on the table, big and small, dozens of sizes, south, and north. Obviously, the kitchen used a lot of thoughts.
She likes a crystal buns, eats three in a row, and drinks half a bowl of porridge.
This body wants to come to the spleen and stomach is not very good, eating these Azhao will be somewhat supportive.
She can only look at the things on the table, and I am extremely reluctant to let go.
It was previously called Azhao to get up. At this time, she was waiting for her meal. It was called green bamboo. When she saw the appearance of Azhao, she couldn’t help but grin.
She only knows that the lady of the great lady is a rich family, and she does not think that she is such an innocent temper.
Looking at this, what the lady thought in her heart was written on her face.