After we broke up, a big boss in the Beijing circle kidnapped me to get my certificate.

Early autumn.

The breeze blew through the leaves outside the window, making a rustling sound.

Blowing the white gauze in front of the window, a hazy beauty floats.

The coolness of autumn cannot offset the heat indoors.

In the bathroom, Lu Yao stood in the shower, the warm water flowing over her head, slowly washing away the fatigue along the way.

She wiped the water off her face with her hands, looked at her hazy self in the mirror with her clear eyes, and couldn't help but raise her hands to caress her wet face, raising the corners of her mouth slightly.

In more than 20 years, she has never been so relaxed and at ease.

Even, the happiness that cannot be hidden overflows deep in my heart!
In the past, when I was reading books, I saw a sentence: If a person is deeply in love, his thoughts will be chaotic and sweet.

When she first read it, she just laughed lightly and thought it was ridiculous.

Now, she felt that she was deeply involved in it, and she couldn't control the sweetness in her heart.

This is probably what it feels like to be in love, right?
The sound of turning the doorknob was heard outside the door. When the person outside realized that it was locked, he paused for a few seconds before a hoarse and deep voice sounded: "Lu Yao, why are you still locking the door?"

"I'll just wash it."

Lu Yao turned off the switch, put on her bathrobe and turban and opened the door.

She looked up at him and couldn't help but blush when she saw how he was wearing single clothes.

When he raised his hand to wrap his arms around her waist, he immediately dodged aside and said with a smile, "You go in and wash your hair. I'll blow dry your hair first."

Ye Zehong just smiled, his deep black eyes flashing with obvious desire.

Lu Yao ran away quickly. If she stayed any longer, she was afraid that Ye Zehong would not be able to take a bath.

They had just had a hot pot meal. Although it was a clear soup pot, the smell of the food dyed each other's clothes and hair.

The smell enters the nose, which is strangely uncomfortable.

She came to the dressing table, picked up the hair dryer, and dried her long hair bit by bit.

While blowing, she couldn't help but look at herself with blushing cheeks in the mirror, and was lost in thought again.

This was the first time in more than 20 years that she took a serious look at herself.

Her facial features have become as refined as her mother's. At first glance, she looks exactly like her mother.Genes are really a magical thing.

Relatives who are related by blood will eventually be similar.

When I was blown away by the blowing, my hands were covered by warm hands and the hair dryer was taken away.

She suddenly looked up and saw a gentle and handsome face. Her originally cold eyes were full of softness.

She leaned against his leg, feeling the softness of his fingers running through her hair, and the warmth of him blowing her hair.

In the mirror, he lowered his eyelids and concentrated on drying her hair.

The long eyelashes trembled slightly, which made her heart move.

Such a beautiful person, such a noble person, such an unattainable person.

Now I'm blow-drying her hair.

Her heart suddenly softened, she took the hair dryer in his hand, turned off the switch, stood up slowly, took the initiative to wrap her arms around his neck, and put her lips on him.

Everything starts with tenderness and ends with intensity.

This time, more than any other time before, they made each other more happy physically and mentally.

The autumn wind blew again, blowing the white gauze in front of the window and blowing on their faces.

Lu Yao leaned against Ye Zehong, resting her pillow on his arm, looking at his slightly closed eyes with a happy smile on her lips.

At this moment, she felt that she was the happiest woman in the world.

She even wanted to freeze time and freeze everything in each other's happiest moments.

The bright moon shines through the leaves and falls mottled in front of the window.

In a daze, Lu Yao seemed to see her dead mother.

At this time, her mother was wearing her favorite pink dress, her makeup was exquisite, and she smiled gently at her.

My mother's gentle voice seemed to ring in my ears...

Yaoyao must be happy.