Peninsula Entertainment Starts as a Writer

Chapter 185 There Are More Than Thrushes in the Boudoir ([-])

Pei Zhuxuan sat cross-legged on the bed, propping her small head with one hand, her eyes glanced at the stockings scattered in front of her from time to time.

Black, white, flesh-colored, purple... this man is really...

She suspected that some stocking stores might not have all the styles in Han Zidong's hands, and they had at least two copies of each item, that's right!

Stretching out the other hand, picked up a pair of purple stockings, glanced at them twice, they were really eye-catching, if they were worn on the body... Hey, Pei Zhuxuan shook his head and dropped the stockings in his hand.

Who wants to wear it for him to see!

She poked the package of stockings on the bed, pouted and muttered, "Why hasn't he come back yet?"

When she lowered her head, the towel bag tied to her head was crooked. She untied the towel bag, wiped her hair, and walked out of the bedroom with her slippers on.

She clearly remembered that when she helped Han Zidong decorate his study, she used a hair dryer, why didn't she find it just now.

Just when she walked into the living room, there was a creaking sound of the door being opened from a distance, and a familiar male voice followed: "Zhuxuan, I bought your favorite fried rice cake ..."

Pei Zhuxuan's face was filled with joy, and she fluttered her little hands, ready to welcome Han Zidong, but when she looked down at the nightdress on her body, she ran straight to the bedroom.

Han Zidong hung three pieces of pajamas in the closet in advance, they were a set of pink silk pajamas, a mint green sleeveless striped nightdress, and a black suspender pajamas, and he even left a thoughtful message asking her to choose one of them .

The suspender pajamas were too revealing, and she was not used to wearing such revealing clothes, so she was naturally the first option to be ruled out.

Originally, according to her idea, she was more inclined to the pink pajamas and pajamas, but this nightdress is so beautiful, so beautiful that she just wanted to wear it to try the effect, but after putting it on, she directly forgot the original dress. idea.

Leaning against the bedroom door, half was a little shy, and half was running too fast just now, her heart was beating hard, and when she regained her spirits, she glanced at the pile of silk stockings on the bed again, and let out a light surprise.

Why did she open that cardboard box so cheaply?
He trotted to the bed, picked up the silk stocking bags, and threw them into the cardboard box one by one, not caring whether it would be seen by others, and finally closed the lid indiscriminately.

Hearing the sound of footsteps getting closer, she threw off her slippers, threw herself on the bed, lifted a corner of the quilt, and quickly rolled in.

She closed her eyes and held her breath, this world has nothing to do with her anymore.

"Joo Hyun."

Han Zidong pushed open the bedroom door, and Pei Zhuxuan lay there peacefully and beautifully on the bed. The two pink slippers beside the bed made a messy shape, and one of them even turned over.

How could this woman be so frizzy in private?
Glancing at the towel thrown on the cardboard box, he once again confirmed his new understanding of Pei Zhuxuan, that a woman can't judge her living habits just by her appearance.

However, for the sake of face, this shortcoming is not unbearable.

He walked over, adjusted his slippers, and sat down beside the bed.

Pei Zhuxuan's shoulders were leaking out of the quilt. He originally wanted to tuck the quilt up for the other party, but when he lifted the quilt, he noticed that Pei Zhuxuan was wearing the nightdress he had prepared.

Immediately, the quilt, which was supposed to be lifted up, was picked up by him unexpectedly.

A pair of white and tender lotus root arms slowly appeared in front of her eyes.

He put it away when he saw it, and after quietly admiring it for a while, he tucked the quilt up for Pei Zhuxuan again, feeling a pity in his heart.

Just when he hated that he didn't have Dou Minjun's time-space stillness and space travel ability, he found that Pei Zhuxuan's face became rosy visible to the naked eye.

what's the situation?
He stretched out his index finger, put it under Pei Zhuxuan's nose, and hit his index finger with a rapid exhalation.

Ah...this.

Little lady, what are you doing!

He was lying on his side on the side of the bed, propping his head with one hand, and the other hand was randomly placed on the quilt. Coincidentally, this hand happened to be his most disobedient left hand.

Han Zidong sighed and shook his head, saying that his family was unlucky.

The left hand jumped off the quilt and slowly crawled from the edge of the quilt to the inside of the quilt.

The moment the skins of the two came into contact, Pei Zhuxuan suddenly opened his eyes and let out a soft drink.

"Ah! What are you doing?"

Han Zidong looked at his left hand: "Ah, what are you doing?"

Seeing Han Zidong's rascal behavior, Pei Zhuxuan hugged the quilt and sat up: "Ah, what did you want to do just now?"

Han Zidong's voice was stern, and he stared at his left hand in front of him: "Ah, what did you want to do just now?"

Pei Zhuxuan was really amused by Han Zidong's serious antics, so he stretched out a hand and pushed Han Zidong.

She was holding the quilt with both hands to protect her body, but now she pulled out one hand, and the quilt immediately slid down a corner, exposing most of her body, and she let go of the other hand completely.

Han Zidong looked at Pei Zhuxuan: "Our Zhuxuan, let's pounce!"

Pei Zhuxuan tried her best to press down the corners of her mouth, she found that she really couldn't bear Han Zidong's love words at all, even the simplest sentence of "beautiful" could make the corners of her mouth curl up uncontrollably.

"You're such a bad person, you're always messing around with me."

"Inside."

Han Zidong admitted his mistake very well, as for the next time, he will dare to do it next time!

Pei Zhuxuan glanced at the box next to the bed: "And your box, ah, usually I really can't see that you like to collect stockings."

Han Zidong carried the cardboard box, closed the lid, and put it aside.

Looking at the messy and disordered stockings in the box, it can even be said that they were stuffed together, his eyes moved repeatedly between the stockings and Pei Zhuxuan, he clearly remembered that all the stockings were strictly matched and put together, not the ghosts like this one. look.

Ah, his girlfriend always seems to have such an air of arrogance!

He rummaged through the box in his hand, pulled out a bag of purple stockings, and looked at Pei Zhuxuan expectantly: "Zhuxuan, can you..."

"cannot!"

Pei Zhuxuan crossed her arms and turned her face away.

Han Zidong tore open the packaging bag and poured out a pair of stockings.

Hearing the movement, Pei Zhuxuan turned around: "I told you not to wear it."

"Hey, put on stockings, let's go to the living room to eat fried rice cakes."

"If I don't wear it, I can also eat fried rice cakes."

"Really don't wear it?"

"No."

"Okay, then I will pack it tomorrow and give it all to Jin Minxiu."

"Inside?" Pei Zhuxuan giggled: "If you give it to Minxiu, Minxiu will think you are a pervert."

"Ani," Han Zidong shook his head, "We are about to draw a composition of Cheon Song Yi wearing stockings, since you don't want to be my model, then I can only find Minxiu."

"Guess? Really?"

At first, Pei Zhuxuan thought that Han Zidong's previous model statement was a lie, but now that she heard a more specific reason again, her expression became serious.

Han Zidong nodded slightly.

No one wants their boyfriend to stare at other women's legs all the time, and Pei Zhuxuan is no exception, not to mention that she reached out to take stockings from Han Zidong for work.

"OK then."

"..."

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(End of this chapter)