Addicted to Love: Baby, be good

There are only a handful of people who can erase traces in Kyoto.

Even if the master of Chu knew that this time's event had something to do with Chu's repair, there was no substantial evidence.

Helpless, can only hold still.

I hope I can find a breakthrough here.

Yunanliu comforted him: "don't worry, you will find an antidote."

The young master Chu lowered his eyes and nodded softly: "well."

After a pause, he asked, "do you want to see the Iraqi?"

Seeing yunanliu, Baozi should be happy, right?

"No, I went to see her just now and I'm still sleeping. Don't bother. "

Young master Chu didn't say anything more. Before yunanliu left, he smiled at him. He was relieved: "I'll give it to you. I'm very relieved."

Is that, give up?

Young master Chu raised his lips. "It's necessary."

At this moment, the contest between the two men, which had never been said, ended.

Step into the room, be careful that the liver leads Mengmeng out of the restaurant. It looks like he has just had lunch.

Seeing Master Chu, be careful that the liver immediately looses Meng Meng's hand. Meng dada's Super Master Chu runs: "Dad, hold!"

Young master Chu, with a face of frost, saw the moment when he was careful about his liver. His handsome and cold face softened. He leaned over and stretched out his arms to hold his heart.

The little heart dog sniffed hard on him like a dog. At last, his head retreated, covering his nose with one hand and frowning: "stink, stink on dad."

Young master Chu knew that it was the bloody smell in the basement just now.

He looked at Mengmeng. "You take care of your liver. I'll go upstairs and take a bath."

Mengmeng points to the picture, takes over Xiaoxingan, by the way, and cares about another sentence: "then you will remember to come down to lunch later."

Don't just take care of your sister-in-law and forget about your health.

Back in the bedroom, Master Chu took a bath and changed into clean clothes.

Come to the bed, Yan Yi people are still sleeping, seems to sleep more than once.

All of his movements were not deliberately lightened and his voice was not small.

She fell asleep unconscious. From the moment he entered the bedroom to now, her posture has not changed.

The man's strong brow never stretched out. He lay down beside her, and Master Chu took her soft body into his arms.

Forehead to each other, voice with infinite love and attachment: "baozi, you have to be good."

Yan Yi people in deep sleep suddenly began to feel uneasy.

There was a fine cold sweat on his forehead, and Master Chu immediately raised his head and touched the temperature of her forehead.

Not hot.

Then he reached into her clothes and felt a cold sweat on her.

Cold sweat even made her clothes dense.

Realizing that she may be having nightmares, Master Chu decided not to let her go to sleep.

Clapping her face with a big hand, the quick voice with an obvious worry: "baozi, Baozi, wake up!"

Yan Yi people began to babble, unconscious babble, voice broken, Master Chu bowed his head, want to hear what she was saying.

Hold your breath and concentrate for a while, vaguely catch a few keywords.

Steamed buns.

Give it back to me.

Don't die.

Buns?

Did she dream about the buns?

Young master Chu was deeply distressed by the young baozi's death. When he returned to Kyoto, he had not visited the baozi in the cemetery.

I dare not.

That's the bun he used to look forward to, and the one he always wanted to kiss.