They slept for a while, and it was already ten o'clock in the morning. Ruo'an yawned and said to Ning Zhisong, "I'll make something to eat."

Ning Zhisong reluctantly watched ruo'an leave the house. At this time, ruo'an's mobile phone rang. Ning Zhisong picked it up and saw that it was Ruo bin's. He immediately shouted, "An'an, your brother's."

Ruo'an immediately entered the house. She called and pretended to be very calm and said, "brother, is everything done?"

"It may take another day. I'll go back tomorrow." ruobin reluctantly said to ruo'an.

"Oh, brother, take care of yourself. Don't worry." if Ann didn't know whether it was serious or not, then she asked, "are you alone?"

"Vice president Jin also arrived. It's all right, we two can." Ruo bin called ruo'an University during the break, so he hung up in a hurry.

Ruoan hung up the phone, looked at Ning Zhisong and asked, "is the problem serious?"

"It's not serious. It's not your brother's fault. It has nothing to do with him. Don't worry." Ning Zhisong also sat up, simply put on a nightgown, got up, took ruo'an downstairs and prepared to cook together.

Ning Zhisong hugged ruo'an and stirred the soup in the pot together. Suddenly, Ning Zhisong joked: "look, do we look like people and ghosts?"

If Ann puff sneered, "this is cooking, not clay."

"But it feels like," said Ning Zhisong, secretly kissing ruo'an.

"Well." if Ann didn't say anything, she just nodded her head. Ning Zhisong said it was like that. Anyway, she didn't have any loss.

"By the way, ANN, I bought that red dress, and I also bought some, but I didn't bring it in a hurry this time. Next time I come, I'll try it for you. I think you must look good." Ning Zhisong said to ruo'an.

"HMM." ruo'an nodded and then looked at Ning Zhisong: "there's nothing wrong with me going to the party. Will Wang Xunzhi recognize me when he saw me that day? My brother will be angry if he knows I'm infatuated."

"No, he sees so many girls every day. You're just one of them. Don't worry." Ning Zhisong felt that Wang Xunzhi was a little drunk that night. He probably couldn't remember ruo'an. What's more, he remembered, and he had a way to keep him from talking.

"Really?" ruo'an was still worried.

"Even I don't believe it. Don't worry." Ning Zhisong said, hugging ruo'an and continuing to cook together.

Ruo'an thought Ning Zhisong should not deceive herself, so she nodded and didn't say anything more.

Ruo'an was ready to wash clothes at noon, while Ning Zhisong gave ruo'an his white shirt and said, "Ann, people say that girls wear their husband's white shirt the most sexy. You can wear it, too."

Ruo'an looks at Ning Zhisong's white shirt, hesitates for a moment, but still takes it. Ning Zhisong takes an inch. He takes it directly in his hand, gently withdraws ruo'an's pajamas and helps ruo'an put it on himself. In an instant, ruo'an's cheeks are red up to his neck.

Ning Zhisong kisses ruo'an gently after wearing it.

Ruoan took her clothes to the bathroom and was seriously washing clothes, including Ning Zhisong's underwear. Ruo'an thought Ning Zhisong would stop for a while, but he followed in again, and this time he hugged ruo'an from behind. He said coquettishly again, "Ann, it's so attractive. I can't control it. What should I do?"

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