Refusing to marry a wealthy family: the young mistress fled 99 times

This tried-and-tested move immediately made Luo Lei calm down a little, and pulled out his big hand from her neckline.

Wen Xinnuan pressed her chest: "I feel uncomfortable, uncomfortable..."

Luo Lei frowned: "What's wrong?"

"I want to sleep, just fall asleep..." Wen Xinnuan closed her eyes, wondering why Jing Jiaren didn't send someone to find her?If she stays like this, she will be moldy.

Luo Lei was silent for a moment, picked up the quilt and covered her, while he walked into the bathroom with a burning desire.

In the middle of the night, he took a cold shower...

The icy cold water hit him, reducing his desire.

He also began to wonder about his body, being so sensitive to Wen Xinnuan, but becoming less and less interested in other women.

When he came out of the shower, Wen Xinnuan had wrapped it into a spring roll and fell asleep.

This woman's sleeping posture is so bad that she rolls off his quilt every night.

Luo Lei clicked his tongue and pushed her. She was completely asleep, her breathing was even, and she was really asleep.

Sleep when you are full, live like a pig when you are full...

She is obviously ordinary, stupid, and has nothing worthy of his nostalgia.

Why can't let go more and more.

Luo Lei tried his best to pull a corner from her quilt, and he was swept away by her not long after he fell asleep.

The best way is to let him be her quilt.

He hugged her into his arms and covered her with the quilt. She spontaneously found a comfortable position in his arms, and fell asleep soundly...

morning.

Wen Xinnuan seemed to hear the sound of cooking in a daze.

It's like going back to when I was a child, my mother was cooking in the kitchen, she was woken up by the alarm clock on time, and went to school after breakfast.

It's just that there was a heavy burnt smell.

Wen Xinnuan shrugged her shoulders and nose in her sleep.

When I opened my eyes, my mother's figure turned into a big man.

With his back to him, Roy wore an apron with his sleeves thrown down carelessly.

In the originally small space, a temporary stove, pots, chopping boards... and a washbasin for washing vegetables were placed on the floor.

Luo Lei held the phone in one hand, took a look, and poured the ingredients into the pot.

Wen Xinnuan rubbed her eyes, she didn't see it wrong.

Suddenly, there was a bang...

The pot suddenly caught fire.

Luo Lei frowned, and was about to scoop up water to put out the fire.

Wen Xinnuan yelled: "Don't pour water, you put the lid on the pot..."

Luo Lei frowned slightly, and after holding down the lid of the pot, he came back to his senses: "Are you awake?"

"Luo Lei, what are you doing?" Wen Xinnuan still couldn't believe it, "Are you cooking?"

"You don't have eyes? Or are you blind after sleeping all night? What am I doing that you can't see?" His tone was not friendly at all.

"why?"

"You care so much. It's okay to look through a hundred thousand whys!"

Why was he so angry early in the morning, as if he had eaten gunpowder.

Wen Xinnuan stared dryly, and soon realized that there was a plate of strange things on the cutting board...

I don't know what it is, red, green, black, all sticky.

It was probably the first time that Luo Lei's big boss challenged cooking skills and lost, and he was completely depressed.

Naturally, the room soon smelled of smoke...

Wen Xinnuan breathed in the extremely unsmooth air, coughing, coughing, almost suffocating.

"Roy...can you open the window for some air?"

Luo Lei was fighting with the pot, and the pot was shoveling loudly, so he couldn't hear her.

Wen Xinnuan had no choice but to get out of bed and open the window.