Young Master Gu, Please Be Gentle

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As soon as Yu Yan made a noise, Xia Yan quickly regained her consciousness. She took a pair of clean black cotton slippers and walked over.

She squatted down by his legs and brought cotton slippers to his feet.

Xuan Ying looked down at a small group near his leg, feeling like a dream, the person he was thinking of, appeared in his dream last night, and now he saw her alive.

Xia Yuan didn't get up. She waited for a few seconds and saw that he didn't move. She shuddered Yujie like a small fan, hesitated to stretch out her little hand, and helped him take off his shoes.

Xuan Ying's tall body dropped down, squatting half-knee, and he extended his wide hand to grasp her little hand that came.

Her hands are very small and soft, boneless.

Suddenly being held by him, Xia Yan glanced quickly at him. Her beautiful eyes were dark, surprised, bewildered, and looked exceptionally pure and moving.

She didn't know how he held her hand.

Xuan Ying looked at her, and her heart was throbbing. Her five fingers pulled her hands together and pinched her little hand. "Shoes are dirty, I'll do it myself."

He had just returned from the army, hitting targets, carrying off-road weights, training recruits, sweating, and dust on his military boots.

He can change shoes by himself.

No need for her to serve.

The faces of the two were close together, and his half-chic beauty was close at hand. Somehow, Xia Ye felt a heartache again.

Suddenly found that he was still holding her hand. If he had pinched a bit just now, the rough frosty feeling of the man's palm quickly burned her delicate muscles, and he was sloppy and ambiguous.

Xia Min quickly withdrew her little hand and stood up. She turned around and ran behind Yu Min, lowering her head.

Xuan Ying also got up. He changed his shoes and went into the living room.

His bright glazed eyes landed on the little black head, watching tightly.

Yu Yan looked at his son and felt the subtle atmosphere change. "Xiao Yun, this red bean double skin milk is really delicious. Give him a share."

"Ah." Xia Yi was distressed, "Madam, I will make a copy."

Auntie Su put down her briefcase and came over, "It's okay, my master doesn't like sweets. Let's have dinner."

"it is good."

Xia Xun walked quickly into the kitchen to get the tableware.

Xuan Ying pushed Yu's wheelchair in the back and lowered her voice, "Mom, is this your idea?"

Yu Yan snorted. "I didn't do anything what I thought. I don't have the help to think of the mistakes you made before."

Saying Yu Xuan added, "I can warn you, fight her idea less, my days are so boring, let this pleasant person accompany me, you dare to come and watch me break your leg ! "

Xuan Ying was very filial and was reprimanded by his mother. Instead, he happily lifted her thin lips. "Mom, you are my mother!"

Yu Yan glanced at his son.

Xuan Ying looked at the red bean twin-skinned milk in Yu's hand, "Mom, is it delicious?"

"You taste it?" Yu Min took a new spoon and fed Xuan Ying a sip.

When Xuan Ying ate, Jun Mei's eyelids were soft, "It's delicious."

Aunt Su is really weird looking at this scene. This mother and child don't like sweets. Why did you share a bowl of red bean twin skin milk today?

No, she has to find a chance to learn from Xiaoyan how to make these skinny milks.

...

A dinner ended very pleasantly. Tonight, the disc operation, Xuan Ying ate two bowls of rice, and even Yu Yu, who has always had a bad appetite, ate a bowl of rice.

Xia Ye is very good at cooking, because she takes care of Mu Mu, and she also changes her style to make desserts.

After the dessert is made, she will be covered with a layer of grandma's sweet aroma, but those women outside who spray perfume or even have a natural girl body fragrance can't compare.

Aunt Su is packing the chopsticks. "Xiao, I'll do it."

Yu Min took Xia Min's little hand, "Let Aunt Su wash, you help me send this ointment upstairs."

Xia Ling nodded his head. "Okay, ma'am."

...

Upstairs, the master bedroom.

Xia Ye raised his hand and knocked on the door, but the door of the room did not close, and it opened automatically.

Xia Yan pushed in the door and walked in.

She glanced at this luxurious room designed by Euclidean, cold blue and black, simple atmosphere.

How did she find this room a little familiar?

She looked at the oversized bed in the room, and there were two pillows on the bed.

Does he have a wife?

But his wife and aunt Su said he was not married yet.

So why did he put two pillows on his bed?

Xia Ling walked over and looked at the soft pink lace pillow, which was a woman's pillow.

She felt heartache again.

Reaching out her little hand to hold the position of her atrium, she unconsciously pulled her white fingers.

At that moment, the door of the shower room opened suddenly.

Xia Yan quickly glanced, the door of the bath room opened, and a fresh and clean air came out, and Xuan Ying came out.

Xuan Ying had just taken a bath, wearing a pair of black trousers and an expensive black belt around his waist, revealing his naked upper body.

Jianshuo's chest, eight pack abs, Xuanying's height and long legs, the golden ratio in men, that figure is like a super male model on the runway.

If Lu Yeming's body is expensive and Tsinghua, so that a woman looks at her heartbeat, then Xuanying's body is so **** that she screams for it.

Xia Xuan saw him, and the glamorous beautiful eyes glanced at his naked upper body. "Ah," she screamed in shock, quickly turned around, and covered her little face.

Xuan Ying froze and did not expect she would come to his room.

"Don't be afraid ..." He was about to step forward.

Xia Ye was scared and chopped his feet twice, "You ... you put on your clothes first!"

Xuan Ying realized that he was not wearing a shirt. He quickly reached out and picked a black silk shirt and put it on his body. He fastened the buttons and said, "I'm ready."

Xia Yan took her little hand, slowly turned around, looked up, and he really got dressed.

The black silk shirt was faintly flowing with aristocratic luster, and he became more charming and charming.

"Mrs. asked me to send you the ointment. The ointment was put there. I'll go out first." Xia Yi turned and left.

Xuan Ying glanced at the ointment on the bedside table, and then quickly stepped forward, reaching out her palm to fasten her slender wrist.

Xia Ye was forced to stop, she shook his hand away, "What are you doing? Let go!"

hiss.

Xuan Ying snorted.

Xia Yi lags, "What's wrong with you?"

Xuan Ying reached out and covered her atrium. Junmei's face was pained. "I was hurt here. You just pulled my wound again and it hurts."

He accented the words "it hurts".

"..."

She just let go of his hand just now. Where did she get his wound?

Xuan Ying looked at her and snorted again. He seemed to endure the pain, "Come here, help me to apply the ointment."