The Rest Of My Life Is For You

As soon as Xun walked to the door, he flashed in his head, holding her noodle bowl, eating with a contented look, and walking.

Turned his head to look at the sluggish person behind, thin lips opened slightly.

"Now make a bowl of noodles and send them to my room."

The words disappeared, and the long figure quickly disappeared by the door.

I left a half-sound that could not return to God's Nian Xiaomu.

She is a caregiver, not a cook, or a nanny, so why make noodles for him?

Alas, and late at night, she is off work!

The following year, Xiao Mu was indignant in her heart, but when she thought of spilling his yoghurt, she fought her head and went into the kitchen to cook noodles.

门 The door wasn't closed when she was holding her face upstairs.

I was about to walk in, and I just met Yu Yuehan who came out of the bathroom after taking a shower.

His suit has been taken off.

He wore only a dark gray bathrobe, and his belt was tied casually, exposing his strong chest.

Short wet hair, dripping water at the ends.

He shook his head casually, and opened a mist of water in the air.

Perfect face, white, and a touch of evil charm in handsome beauty.

Against the dark night, exudes charming charm.

The next year Xiaomu saw this scene in front of her, and she paused slightly.

I faced up and looked at it like this, forgetting what I should do.

It wasn't until Yu Yuehan's gaze looked at her that she suddenly returned to God and stepped forward.

"Master, your face." She put the noodle bowl on the table in front of the sofa, waiting for Yu Yuehan to let her go.

He waited for a while, only to see him leave his towel to wipe his hair and sit on the sofa.

Hold the clear phalanx hand, pick up chopsticks, and start eating noodles ...

"Guru--"

As soon as Yu Yuehan picked up a chopstick noodle, before he could put it in his mouth, he heard a discordant voice.

His gaze looked sideways.

The next year Xiao Mu was standing upright, raising his head and raising his chest, pretending that the stomach call just had nothing to do with himself.

Yu Yuehan ticked the corner of his mouth and put his face into his mouth.

Huxiang is soft and has a little bit of vigorous noodles, which tastes very good.

He just took a second bite ...

"Guru--" This time the voice is louder.

The next year, Xiao Mu held her belly, her face flushed with the black eyes of Yu Yuehan.

Silently pierced the villain in his heart.

She's so hungry.

She ate her noodles before taking two bites.

Hagi originally thought about it, and sent him over for a business trip, so he could continue to eat.

可 冰 疙瘩 didn't say anything from beginning to end to let her go ...

When he finished eating, she was afraid that her noodles would be dangling!

"Master, if nothing else is ordered ..."

"I need to be quiet when I eat." Yu Yuehan interrupted her indifferently, and continued to eat noodles with her head down.

Xiao Mu the following year: "..."

She's gone, no matter how quiet he wants him to be!

But here is Yu's place, his place.

The words of Yu Yuehan are imperial edicts.

The next year Xiaomu was so hungry, he looked at him bitterly, and ate a bowl of noodles gracefully and calmly ...

别 Don't talk about my belly, the symphony doesn't know how many times.

The eyes of resentment can't wait for a few blood holes in him ...

Yu Yuhan drank the last soup in the bowl, and then slowly put down the chopsticks and picked up a paper towel to wipe his mouth.

The light in the corner of my eyes glanced at her crimson little face, her tight lips, and she was so cute but she looked cute ...

The fire that had just been pressed down by the cold water in his chest seemed to burn again, his eyes deepened!