Addicted to Love: Baby, be good

Yan Yi people laugh at his rightful narcissism, "bang."

After lying down for a while, the effect of medicine broke out, and the brain didn't seem to hurt so much.

Yan Yi raised his eyes and looked at the man sitting by the bed, who was always gloomy. After a moment's hesitation, she asked, "who are you?"

"Who do you say I am?"

"Can't you speak well? I didn't provoke you... "

"Didn't bother me?" Master Chu sneers: "ah!"

Forget it. There's not much to say.

There's no way to communicate with him.

Yan Yiren turns his head and looks at Chu Wenhuo, who stands at the side of the bed, like a pupil who has made a mistake. She bends her lips and smiles softly and softly: "little bun, are you tired?"

"Wenhuo is not tired."

"Are you hungry?"

"Vinho is not hungry."

"Then you..."

Young master Chu is very upset. It's really harsh to hear her call Chu Wenhuo to eat a small bun.

Chu Wenhuo is not a bun!

Little baozi is not even Chu Wenhuo!

Thinking of the poor little heart, Master Chu deeply buried the fire in his heart and was ignited again, "enough!"

A whisper interrupted her.

Yan Yi people smile, his face appears sullen: "what are you crazy about?"

"Didn't you just ask me who I was? I'm your husband! "

Husband?

Is he her husband?

Yan Yiren squints and covers her head with one hand. Why can't she remember anything?

"What's wrong?" Young master Chu looked eager and covered the back of her hand.

Yanyi people shook off his hand and said, "don't touch me..."

The hand is stiff in the air, and Master Chu's face is expressionless. His eyes are deep, and the color of their eyes is increasingly gloomy.

It's like a candle. The more it burns to the end, the dimmer it is.

Until it burns out, there is no light.

The silence of silence broke out.

Yan Yi is a little uneasy. She twisted her body. What's wrong with him?

It doesn't look good

No matter how tired she is

Thinking about it, Yanyi people closed their eyes.

After she fell asleep, Master Chu raised his hand, rubbed her face for a while, then turned his head and said to Chu Wenhuo, who was always standing aside as a mute, "come out with me."

"Yes, uncle."

Chu Wenhuo followed behind the master of Chu and left the guest room.

Study.

Master Chu stood in front of the floor to floor window, and Chu Wenhuo stood a few steps behind him, wringing his hands nervously.

When he dusted the ashes, Master Chu turned around. Chu Wenhuo's fingers tightly twisted together and fell into his eyes.

"Afraid?"

Chu Wenhuo did not dare to look up, hesitated for a moment, then nodded.

He was afraid.

"Oh." Young master Chu sneered, walked to him, grabbed his chin with one hand, raised his head, deep black eyes, and stared at him coldly: "when I took the Iraqi to the basement, how could I not be afraid?"

"Sorry uncle..."

I'm sorry. Master Chu has heard these three words too many times.

He frowned: "what did Liu Jing and Yi people say when they were in the basement?"

Chu Wenhuo shook his head.

"You'd better be honest, otherwise..."

"Uncle, I really don't know I can't hear what that aunt and aunt said. "

Take a deep breath, it seems that there is no useful clue in his mouth.

He let go of him and shook his hand. Chu Wenhuo immediately held his face and frowned with pain.

"Yi people mistake you for her bun now, so you pretend to make her happy."