The Rest Of My Life Is For You

He frowned, and walked unconsciously towards the kitchen.

As soon as I walked a few steps, I saw Nian Xiaomu humming in her mouth, walking out of the kitchen in her pajamas.

She still has a bowl in her hand, the restaurant lights are not on, and she sits on the table with her buttocks.

The light was a bit dim, Yu Yuehan stood at the door of the restaurant, couldn't see what was in the bowl in front of her, but just smelled a light scent ...

"咻 ～"

He didn't wait for him to guess what it was before he heard someone's face.

The hot noodles were extremely seductive when they were simmered.

As if she was hungry, she did not wait for her face to be cold, and blew it at will, and then sent it to her mouth.

I took a bite, and the heat fainted on her face, and the next second, I vomited my hot tongue ...

The sloppy appearance really made her already beautiful face more and more moving.

The light and shadow were a little dark, but at this moment, he could see every expression on her face.

Especially a pair of playful eyes, showing the satisfaction.

It makes people unconsciously curious. Is the bowl of noodles in front of her delicious?

Yu Yuhan almost walked towards her subconsciously.

I walked closer, only to find in front of her not only a bowl of noodles, but also a cup of yogurt.

She was eating a bite of noodles and eating a yogurt.

搭配 What is this look?

"Why is it a little bit cold?" Nian Xiaomu took the noodles hanging from his mouth into his mouth, hugged the noodle bowl, and looked towards the gloomy back.

I glanced at the figure standing behind her, eyes widening.

He jumped up from his chair, "Ghost!"

I hugged the noodle bowl, so I climbed on the table, and the restaurant light turned on in the next second.

The bright lights lit up every corner of the restaurant, including the "ghosts" Nian Xiaomu saw.

"Master, how could it be you ..." Nian Xiaomu held his noodle bowl in shock and sat at the table blankly, looking at the man with a gloomy face in front of him.

Yu Yuhan did not answer, but looked down at himself.

The next year Xiaomu found out that she didn't know when she yoghurt was smashed to the ground.

The black suit was stained with white yogurt, black and white, like a cow ...

As soon as this thought passed from his mind, Nian Xiaomu suddenly noticed a bloodthirsty gaze, staring coldly at her!

She is full of excitement.

I quickly got down from the table, drew a tissue, and rushed to him.

"I'll wipe you clean right away!"

The slender arms, like getting on the motor, quickly cleaned up the mess from top to bottom.

For a second, she stopped suddenly.

He watched the large yoghurt stained somewhere in his suit pants, and stopped his hand less than one centimeter away from him. He shrank back like an electric shock.

Xiao Xiao's face turned red, and he squeezed a tissue into his hand.

"Where, there you want to wipe it yourself ..." Nian Xiaomu blushed, biting off her **** sentence.

Why isn't he so good? It's too embarrassing to get that position.

"..."

Yu Yuhan looked down, looked at the paper towel that suddenly came out of his hand, and raised his eyebrow again. In front of him, the woman who was so anxious that she could dig a hole to bury herself in.

Inexplicably, his body is tight.

她 Before she noticed the abnormality, she turned ruthlessly and walked away.