Quit pampering

Seeing Zhou Yuetian's eyes gradually becoming weird, Gu Jin asked coldly, "What's that look in your eyes?"

Zhou Yuetian leaned over and approached her, "Miss, let me remind you to weigh how much you weigh."

Gu Jinsheng pushed him hard and smiled coldly, "You should take care of yourself first."
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Wen Ying returned to Deep Water Bay very late. He had dinner out with his best friends, and then went to the club to get together.

After changing her shoes and walking to the living room, Wen Ying saw the man sitting on the black sofa.

He had a notebook on his lap and was wearing an expensive black suit. He blended in with the sofa and looked particularly deep.

Fu Yanlou looked over, put down his notebook and walked towards her, "I'm back."

"Well, I'm back."

Wen Ying didn't stick to it, but chose to step upstairs.

Archie put his full brand bags in Wen Ying's cloakroom. When he came out, he met Fu Yanlou and said, "Mr. Fu."

Fu Yanlou raised his eyelids and asked, "Has Yingying eaten?"

Archie replied, "I ate out with Miss Lu and had a party with friends, so I came back late."

Fu Yanlou pushed the door open and entered the room. Yingying was not seen in the luxurious master bedroom. When he heard the sound of water coming from the bathroom, Fu Yanlou turned around and walked to the bathroom door and turned the door handle. Fortunately, It's not locked inside.

When Wen Ying saw the man pushing the door in, she couldn't stop the surprise in her eyes, "Why did you get in?"

He said calmly and gently, "You are tired after playing outside all day. Let me help you take a bath."

Fu Yanlou was rolling up his sleeves, and his slow and leisurely movements gave him a sense of beauty that ordinary people don't have.

Wen Ying looked at it for a few seconds and then turned away, not wanting to accept his kindness, "I can do it by myself without your help."

After being rejected, Fu Yanlou was not discouraged, "But I want to help you..."

Wen Ying's black and white eyes were so bright that she could see through him, "Are you trying to help me or what?"

Fu Yanlou smiled calmly, "What is it?"

Wen Ying did not continue to say the next words, even if she didn't say it, he would definitely understand.

But he had to ask one more unnecessary question, "What is it, Yingying."

Wen Ying sat on the edge of the bathtub and splashed water on him. His pants were instantly wet. Looking at the obvious water marks on his pants, Wen Ying pursed her lips and said, "I can just wash it myself. You Get out."

Fu Yanlou's voice lowered, his emotions unclear, but his eyes were too dark, "Are you driving me away, Yingying?"

Wen Ying didn't dare to look him in the eyes, "No."

Fu Yanlou took a step closer to her, bent down and explained patiently, "I just want to help you take a bath, there is nothing else."

Wen Ying just looked at him quietly.

Fu Yanlou raised his hand and rubbed the top of her hair, "What am I not doing here?"

But it’s not like I’ve never done it before.

If she thought about it for a moment, the image would disturb her mind and make her forget it.

His presence is very strong.

Wen Ying snorted from her nose, "I said I don't want your help."

The look on his face was clearly gentle, but also clearly hurt, "Yingying, do you dislike me?"

That calm-sounding voice made Wen Ying's heart feel astringent for no reason, and his hand was grabbed by her, "No, why do I dislike you? Don't talk nonsense."

Where does he want to go?

Fu Yanlou looked at the white and tender hand holding his, and his other hand fell on it and overlapped it, "Then you don't want me to help you take a bath." His voice was a little softer and finer. Listening to it, there is a sense of obscurity.

"I did something wrong, Yingying."

He always liked to call her by her nickname, which easily broke Wen Ying's hard heart. "

No.

He did nothing wrong.

It was entirely due to her inner emotions. According to the past, the moment she saw him, she should happily jump into his arms, silly and rushing.

But she just chose to separate from him.

"It's not that I don't want to, you're tired after working all day, right?"

"Take care of you, I won't be tired."

Wen Yingxin instantly softened, "Okay, then you are not allowed to do anything else except take a bath."

She didn't know how she fell asleep last night.

Woke up and was in bed.

A smile filled his eyes, and with extreme warmth, he responded, "Okay."

Half an hour later, Fu Yanlou carried Wen out of the bathroom and put her on the bed, "I'll get you some pajamas."

Wen Ying grabbed his wrist.

Fu Yanlou pressed his body back again and lowered his eyes to look at her, "What's wrong?"

Wen Ying lowered her head and looked down at him, her guilty and fiery eyes intertwined, "You're wet."

Clothes and pants were messy and wet.

The hem of his shirt was tucked into the waistband of his trousers, and the wet area clearly showed his tight and tempting abdominal muscles. The lust under the clear texture fascinated Wen Ying's eyes.

It was wet when she was bathed, so it was just wet. Fu Yanlou pulled the shirt out directly and said, "It's okay."

"Go take a shower quickly." Wen Ying retracted her gaze and pushed his chest with her little hand, "Don't catch a cold."

Fu Yanlou kissed the side of her face and said, "I'll take a shower."

When Fu Yanlou entered the bathroom, Wen Ying got out of bed wrapped in a bath towel and took a suspender nightgown to put on.

Her eyes glanced at the black box under the bed. She hadn't taken it out since she kicked it in last time, and she hadn't let the servants touch it.

Wen Ying squatted on the ground, took out the box from under the bed, and stuffed it at the bottom of the closet, out of sight.

In fact, to be honest, Fu Yanlou is quite lustful and does not need any external aid at all.

She felt the fierce sexiness hidden under that gentle skin.

Gentle noble man?

It’s just a character.

It cannot represent other aspects.

Wen Ying was watching her Hong Kong drama when a figure came over her and the tablet in her hand was taken away and put aside.

The next second, the whole person was brought into his arms.

The man's gentle breath enveloped her with cold water vapor.

"Yingying."

Wen Ying looked at the tablet and said, "You disturbed me from watching TV."

He dragged her to sit on his lap and asked, "Why don't you reply to my message?"

Wen Ying stretched out her arm to take the phone and showed it to him, "The phone is out of battery. Please help me charge it."

Fu Yanlou put her mobile phone on the charging base and held her in his arms again, "Don't ignore me, eh?"

Wen Ying turned away and said, "No."

Fu Yanlou turned her face back, the tip of his nose rubbed against hers, and his breath intertwined with hers, "Yingying, I ate alone today."

Wen Ying's heart was trembling a little. She looked into his eyes closely and stroked the outline of his face with her hand, "What's wrong with eating alone?"

"Thinking about what you are doing, whether you have eaten, who you are with, and whether you are happy or not."

Just because of his one word, just one word, Wen Ying felt heavy in her heart, as if something had been accumulated in her heart and was stirred up, making it difficult for her to breathe. Her voice was slightly choked, "Why are you so clingy?"