Every day I am woken up by the handsome lady's vest

Chapter 578: No one wants to follow him

"why not?"

Concerned about it.

There is no such thing as being so particular about going out.

Mu Mingyuan is a very open-minded person, and he is very considerate of others.

As for Mu Ziyang.

who cares.

When he is away from home, can anyone follow him?
"You. I'll talk to Second Uncle Mu and Ziyang first."

Bai Yingrong smiled helplessly.

He took the apron back from Guan Guan's hand and went to look for Mu Ziyang.

Caring curled his lips and turned his head.

I saw Mu Zhanchen put on the quilt and put on the pillow.

He obviously heard what Caring and Bai Yingrong said just now.

After the pillow is installed, take a few random shots to make it soft.

He straightened up and looked over, "Let me sleep in your room?"

The question is not very serious, but the expression is serious.

Like just to make sure.

Caring suspects that he did it on purpose.

"If you dislike it, it's the same to let Aunt Lin sleep."

Caring lowered his eyebrows and said in a calm tone.

Anyway, she and Bai Yingrong slept in the same room.

After all, it won't be the two of them sleeping in the same bed.

"Don't dislike it."

After staring at her for two seconds, Mu Zhanchen gave a low laugh.

The little girl always wanted to throw him down.

He is also in a difficult situation.

"Are you going to clean up the remaining rooms together?"

Caring kicked his foot, turned his head to look at Mu Zhanchen.

He cleaned up the room very quickly and smoothly.

She even suspected that it was done by tidying up her room this year.

However, if he asked him to tidy up the remaining two rooms, he might not be able to tidy them up until dinner.

"This room is for Second Uncle and Ziyang. I'll clean up another room for Grandpa."

Mu Zhanchen smiled.

Lin Yan's room was inappropriate for him to clean up.

I can't let Bai Yingrong do it.

Although Bai Yingrong seemed to be in good spirits, she worked quickly.

But as a junior, you can't watch the old lady busy, can you?
After all, they rushed over to disturb him.

"Let's go then."

Seeing him not moving, caring and reminding.

Mu Zhanchen hooked his fingers at her.

Concerned about fine eyebrows frowned, displeasure written on his small face.

Why is this posture the same as calling a pet?
"There are a lot of people, it may take a while to cook, don't worry. Come here first, let's talk."

Mu Zhanchen took two steps and looked in the direction of the kitchen.

There was the sound of cooking inside.

Occasionally, there was the voice of Lin Yan directing Mu Mingyuan.

His second uncle was at home, but he had never been in the kitchen.

Lin Yan came to the countryside for the first time, she was not afraid at all, and she was able to bring his second uncle along.

It's completely different from He Zhimei.

Perhaps such a person is more suitable for the second uncle.

In the living room, Bai Yingrong was talking to Mu Ziyang.

The topic has changed from sleeping arrangements at night to Mu Ziyang's studies.

Mr. Mu occasionally added a sentence.

The atmosphere is harmonious.

In this small house in the countryside, it actually gives people a warmer and more comfortable feeling than Mu Zhai.

"what you want to say?"

Care to be surprised.

However, he still took two steps forward and walked into the door.

Mu Zhanchen came over and closed the door.

"What do you want to do?"

The black and white pupils widened slightly, and looked up with concern, only to see the man's perfectly shaped jaw.

She is near the door.

When Mu Zhanchen closed the door, he didn't bypass her.

Instead, he stood in front of her and put his arm around the door she was trying to close.

After closing the door, one hand pressed against the door, encircling her between the door and his chest.

She was so close that she could clearly hear his slow breathing.

"I think we should talk about it."

Mu Zhanchen bent one leg and lowered his upper body slightly.

The cramped space allowed the familiar masculine breath to pour into the caring nasal cavity.

Subconsciously, hold your breath.

"How do you talk about it?"

Caring put one hand on the man's chest to prevent him from getting closer.

She could even feel the warm breath sprayed by him when he breathed.

My mind is a little messed up.

Only the magnified handsome face in front of him is left, how can he think about anything else?
With a low laugh, Mu Zhanchen held her hand on his chest and played with it.

Head buried in caring shoulder socket.

There is no direct contact.

But even more exciting.

Concerned, he took a tight breath and swallowed.

"Do you not like it?"

The man's voice was a little hoarse.

Like a piece of sandpaper brushed over a caring heart.

Itchy.

The whole person couldn't help tensing up.

"do not like."

Care about speaking your mind without hesitation.

She likes to be close to Mu Zhanchen, but being teased like this will make her heart beat faster.

Feeling like dying.

The whole person is out of control.

She felt something was wrong with her.

Before, no one dared to get so close to her.

Once the safe distance is crossed, her body will automatically respond.

Kemu Zhanchen...

She does not reject.

Just a weird feeling.

It feels too close.

Not close enough.

But in her heart, there was no feeling of repulsion or disgust at all.

"I thought you'd like it."

Mu Zhanchen stepped back slightly, and looked down at her eyebrows.

His eyes are focused and lingering.

Concerned about the first time felt.

The eyes can really take the hook.

Almost want to hook out her three souls and seven souls.

With a light cough, he tried hard to break free from the ambiguous environment created by the man.

Caring looked away, again emphatically, "Not like."

Like dying, I don't like it at all.

"What you think, I think too."

After a pause, Mu Zhanchen took his hand away from the door and wrapped it around Caring's slender waist.

Arms forcefully, tightly encircling the person in his arms.

He used a bit of strength, and Guan Guan felt like a pair of iron clamps were locked on his back.

He moved uncomfortably, but it made the two of them stick closer together.

There is almost no space between them.

There has never been such a tight hug.

In the past, when Mu Zhanchen hugged her, because of his height, he always leaned forward slightly.

Very plain water hug.

Even when they were kissing, they were never this close.

Then, Caring felt a little strange.

His body was stiff and he dared not move.

"Do you feel it?"

Mu Zhanchen's voice was hoarse.

As he spoke, hot breath sprayed on the side of his neck.

Caring shrank her neck as if she had been scalded.

"I'm a normal man with normal needs. However, I want to save the best for when we get married. I know it's normal to live together before marriage now, but Xinxin, I don't want to be too hasty, and I don't want to do anything that might hurt you thing."

The clear and pleasant voice became deeper.

Like melodious violin music, echoing in my ears.

Obviously there was no heating or air conditioning in the room.

Caring but feeling hot.

Especially the cheek against the man's chest.

The heat rushed to her face through the sweater.

"Didn't I do nothing?"

With a mutter, he pushed in concern and embarrassment.

Mu Zhanchen stood firmly, and her push only opened up a little distance.

"You've been coveting me, I'm afraid you won't be able to bear it someday."

With a low laugh, Mu Zhanchen lowered his head.

Thin lips leaned closer to kiss those who want to kiss them or not, which was extraordinarily seductive.

(End of this chapter)