forbidden zone of love

Chapter 9

"Yeah, that's right!"

Mo Xiaobei suddenly opened his eyes, sat up straight and looked at him, did not speak, but smiled sweetly.

Tianyu Yuchen glanced at her, frowned, unbuttoned her neckline, and walked straight to the bathroom.

"God...Mr. Tianyu...you wait..."

Mo Xiaobei hurriedly got up from the sofa and ran after him with bare feet, but he stopped suddenly, almost collided with each other, stabilized his figure, and then asked, "Can you help me?"

Tianyu Yuchen turned a deaf ear, turned around, the corners of his mouth were pursed, his deep eyebrows were slightly angry, he bent down close to her face, and smiled playfully: "What did you call me?"

Looking at the magnified handsome face, she felt that she was in danger, and she couldn't help stepping back, but the back of her head was held by his big hand. She couldn't ask for anything, and she frowned and smiled flatteringly: "Yes, it's a bit of a shame for Mr. It's..." Glancing at him, he said embarrassedly: "You must be 25, I can't call you uncle."

This time Tianyu Yuchen was really stunned.

uncle?

How old is he?

The strength in his hands increased unconsciously, and Mo Xiaobei frowned in pain: "Hey, let me go first!"

He let her go with a cold snort, and walked into the bathroom without looking back. She was about to catch up, when there was a "bang", the bathroom door was closed.

Mo Xiaobei knocked on the door in a hurry: "My mother called just now and said that my father has something to do with you. I promised to let you call back. You can take a shower later. It will be bad if you call late. Hey..."

The door suddenly opened.

Tianyu Yuchen's lean and fit upper body was exposed inside, a white towel was draped around his neck, a few drops of water were faintly falling from his hair, and the clear liquid flowed down, straight across the wheat-colored skin and into his waist.

The incandescent lamp behind him was very bright, casting white light on his cold and hard outline, and in the light shadow, his dark eyes seemed like a bottomless pool.

Invisibly, what exudes is a kind of wildness.

Tianyu Yuchen looked at her impatiently, raised his eyebrows and looked at her coldly: "Why, do you want to wash together?"

Mo Xiaobei was stunned, and explained embarrassingly: "No, please call my dad, he needs you for something."

With a bang, the door closed again.

Mo Xiaobei was so angry that he had the urge to break in.

Accompanied by the sound of water falling like a waterfall, Tianyu Yuchen's deep and cold voice came out from inside unhurriedly: "It won't be too late when you figure out what to call me."

The clock on the wall was ticking, and it was almost ten o'clock. If you don't call at this time, the old man will probably fall asleep, and then you will have to lie again. For a while, Mo Xiaobei was so anxious that he lay on the door panel thinking hard .

"President Tianyu?"

There was silence.

"Mr. President?"

It was still silent.

"By the way!" Mo Xiaobei suddenly remembered what that woman called him that day: "Mr. Tian, ​​can I call you Mr. Tian?"

But there was an increasingly deafening sound of rushing water from inside.

Mo Xiaobei was completely discouraged, and couldn't help but mutter to the door: "How old are you, you care so much about your address, and your name is just a code name, so why don't I call you the president's husband?"

As soon as the words fell to the ground, the sound of water inside suddenly stopped. Tianyu Yuchen opened the door in a snow-white bathrobe, and looked at her indifferently: "What phone call?"

"Uh, my dad said he has something to do with you."

As he said that, Mo Xiaobei ran to the sofa in surprise and took out his mobile phone from the canvas bag, then ran to him barefoot, raised his head and handed over his mobile phone.

Tianyu Yuchen wiped her wet hair with a towel expressionlessly, and the scattered drops of water hit Mo Xiaobei's face like raindrops. She couldn't help squinting her eyes, her long eyelashes closed together, leaving only dark and hazy eyes. In the gap, the stars are dotted inside, like a secluded lake in the night.

Unable to stop his heart from moving, he reached out and snatched the phone, lowered his head and frowned, entered a series of numbers on the phone, threw it into Mo Xiaobei's arms, and then walked to the sofa and sat down lazily.

In the air, the smell of shampoo on his hair is everywhere, light with a little damp and hot smell, blurred and ambiguous.

Mo Xiaobei was stunned for a while, but saw that there was an extra number on the phone, and the word "President Husband" was impressively written in the column of the name.

Glancing at the clock, he gradually lost his patience, walked up to him angrily, and asked loudly, "Are you going to fight or not?"

The 50-inch plasma TV has been turned on, and a light blue halo shoots from the screen, like sunlight falling between the branches and leaves.

He stared at the screen intently, raised his eyes to glance at her, held the remote control and pressed the button aimlessly, and said three words elegantly with his thin lips: "I'm hungry."

Such a leisurely look, as if saying "hello" and "goodbye".

Anger finally turned into deep helplessness, Mo Xiaobei sighed, put on his slippers, and scratched his hair annoyedly: "There is still a pack of instant noodles left in the kitchen, I'll cook them for you."

Without waiting for an answer, he turned around and went into the kitchen, and angrily opened the packing bag. Mo Xiaobei confirmed once again that Tianyu Yuchen was a big villain with no one in his eyes, and the two of them had no common language at all.

Gradually, a faint smell of food came out of the kitchen, and steam with a warm smell rose up, accumulating to the high ceiling, like clouds with a pale white color.

Tianyu Yuchen's deep and indifferent voice was faintly heard in the living room: "Hello, uncle, I'm Yuchen... um... I see... I will... um... goodbye."

The corners of Mo Xiaobei's pursed lips couldn't help but rise.

(End of this chapter)