The CEO's daddy gently kisses her

When the sound of pressing the door lock rang, Liang qiange just came out of the bathroom after taking a bath. She was still wearing a bathrobe, and her hair was dripping wet on her chest. She thought it was the little translator who came back, so she just glanced at the door.

The door opened, but she was stunned.

What came in was not a little translator, but a slender thin and heavy figure. He was still wearing the previous clothes, and his shirt was not wrinkled at all for a day. His sleeve was unbuttoned and rolled up on his forearm, revealing his slightly dark skin and muscles with infinite strength under his skin.

Liang qiange subconsciously closed the collar, slightly wet eyes looking at the people outside.

Bo Xiushen looked at Liang qiange for a moment. He stepped in, but he didn't get close to Liang qiange. Instead, he went into the kitchen and said, "Xiaoyi wants to drink milk. I don't have it there. He says there is one here."

He opened one of the doors of the refrigerator, found a box of unopened milk in it, looked at the date, then turned around and took a cup on the cup holder, poured a glass of milk, put it into the microwave oven on the flow table and pressed for a minute.

The microwave oven makes a buzzing sound of heating. Thin Xiushen leans on the side of the Liuli table and looks up at the woman outside the semi open kitchen.

Liang Qian, a singer, was still pinching the lapel of his chest. Seeing him, he said, "why don't you knock on the door?"

Bo Xiushen said, "I did."

Liang qiange was stagnant.

Bo Xiushen said, "you knocked at the door and rang the doorbell, but you didn't respond."

Liang qiange turned around and picked up the remote control on the desk, turned on the TV and made a little noise in the room. Then he said, "it should be that the water in the bathroom is too loud. I didn't hear it. Then you can't come in by yourself. Is the password translated to you?"

Bo Xiushen gave a "um" sound. A minute later, the microwave oven "Ding". Thin Xiushen leaned over and turned on the microwave oven, but he didn't immediately reach for the cup inside. At this time, the cup must be very hot.

He looked around as if he was looking for something.

Liang qiange pointed to the sink and said, "heat insulation gloves should be on the shelf."

Bo Xiushen walks over, but he doesn't see the gloves.

He looked back at Liang qiange.

Liang qiange couldn't stand outside at this time. She came in and took a look at the shelf by the sink. Sure enough, she didn't have heat-insulating gloves. She looked around again, and she forgot where to put the things.

She simply wrapped her hand in her long bathrobe sleeve, reached straight in and took the cup out of the microwave.

But because the bathrobe was too thick to be as convenient as the insulated gloves, she was a little bit unstable. When she took out the cup, she tilted it, and some milk spilled along the edge of the cup and splashed on the ground.

Bo Xiushen looked at her holding it askew. She reached out and held the cup and put it on the flow table beside her.

Just for a short time, Liang qiange saw that his palms were red.

Liang qiange was a little speechless for a moment. She would not drop the cup, so he didn't have to pick it up with his bare hands.

Bo Xiushen didn't care much. After a while, he picked up the cup again and said, "I've passed."

But Liang qiange suddenly said in the back: "why don't you take the cup with ears?"

Bo Xiushen looked back at her.

Liang qiange's eyes twinkled, and he murmured out a word, but he didn't make a sound. He had only one mouth.

Bo Xiushen saw it. What she said was "stupid".