Chapter 79: Looking for clothes in the middle of the night?

Chapter 79, the third half of the night, looking for clothes?
Looking at her excited little appearance, I know that the cold mouth is slightly raised. "Why give it to you?"
Yu Gangan was shocked and opened his mouth, his face was speechless, his heart was full of spit, so ugly photos were of course destroyed, how can they flow out.
"Of course I have to give it to me." She softened her voice and smiled at Fang Zhihan.
"Oh." A faint word has been pulled for a long time, and the meaning of refusal in the eyes is not disguised. There is absolutely no meaning to be given.
Yu Gangan said with a good voice: "As long as you give me, how can it be done."
Knowing that the cold is slightly picking: "How are you really, are you?"
Of course, I can't do anything. In Gan Gan, he felt that his words were framed. It was all about the taste of calculations. She smiled and looked at it. "It’s not a photo, you have to hold it. Well, I don't care at all."
Don't care? How can you not care?
No matter what woman, what is intolerable is his ugly picture, taken away by people who may not be happy.
Naturally, Gan Gan will not be allowed.
Here is her home, he does not give, she can take it herself.
As long as the photo is in her home, she will be able to find it.
After Gan Gan waited until Fang Zhihan went to sleep, she came to the door with bare hands, she was the owner of this bedroom, and naturally there was a key.
However, when I knew that I was sleeping, I didn’t lock the door.
The bedroom was dark and smudged, and I knew that the cold was lying on the bed, and one arm was gently placed on the eyes, and it was already sleeping.
Just in case, Gan Gan stood at the door for a while, feeling that Fang Zhihan did not wake up, and this was lightly walked in.
The bedroom where she can put photos, except the desk is the bedside table.
Most of the desk was her stuff. She flipped it a little and didn't see the photo, so she could only put it on the bedside table.
Although it is her bedroom, why do I have to feel more guilty, just like a thief.
After Gan Gan glanced at the bed and knew the cold, he slammed his feet to the bed and pulled the bedside cabinet little by little.
The room suddenly lit up.
In Gan Gan’s slight glimpse, his heart suddenly jumped, and he lifted his eyes to a pair of deep eyes.
Fang Zhihan woke up and reached out and pressed the bedside lamp.
He lazily leaned on the bed, and the light fell on him, as if surrounded by a faint golden light, sketching his facial features as perfect as a sculpture, sharp and savvy, without a trace of looseness, it is obvious that he I didn't sleep.
In Gan Gan's eyelashes, he trembled a little, and pressed his inner panic and smiled lightly.
Fang Zhihan Kai Lip asked: "In the middle of the night, what are you doing in my room?"
Yu Gan was quietly retreating, far away from someone, and then snorted and laughed twice. "I have something, come over and look for it?"
"What are you looking for?"
Fang Zhihan stood up from the bed, tall and tall body, inexplicably giving a suffocating sense of oppression.
"Looking for a dress, I want to wear it tomorrow, it seems that I haven't taken it in the past..." Yu Gangan looked at the direction of the door with guilty conscience and was ready to leave.
Just turned around, the wrist was stunned, with a force that could not be rebellious, and she was thrown over the wall of the bedside table.
Fang Zhihan circled her between the chest and the wall, and the voice rang low: "Looking for clothes, need to turn the bedside table?"
Yu Gangan: "..."
(End of this chapter)