The mystery husband is a little bad

After checking the surrounding facilities, there are clean teapots and water cups on the dining table, brand-new pots and pans in the kitchen, even the slippers newly bought from the supermarket are placed at the door, clearly waiting for his master to come back to check in, how could he not have thought of preparing quilts.

She went to the bedroom, sure enough, the bed was covered with soft and fluffy quilts that looked like they had just been exposed to the sun, but the color of the gray sheets and covers was not very pleasant.

After Fu ran, Mu Shenrong suddenly pressed her ear and said, "you look disappointed. Even if you do, you can still see nothing. Nothing exists. The method I just said still works."

Fu Ran's beautiful eyes, like a crescent moon, slightly bent up: "well, it's better for you to help me carry my luggage here first."

"No problem."

When Mu Shenrong brought the luggage with little weight, the door was already watching. He turned it gently, but the door was still. Then he found that the door was locked from the inside.

It seems different from his original expectation.

The people in the room heard the movement at the door, and the pleasant and sweet voice came from inside: "I think your idea is good, you can practice the same, the next room should be quite suitable for you."

"So you just want me to warm myself?"

"Of course, you look like you want to experience it. I'm not good to disturb your elegance, am I?"

"But what I'm talking about is that we keep each other warm." Although through the door plank, Mu Shenrong can imagine that Fu Ran is sitting on the bed at the moment, his eyebrows are bent towards the closed door, and then he said this to him with his legs up.

"But I don't need it. I have quilts to sleep on. I'm so tired today. Good night."

The room is connected with the bathroom, so fu ran just wants to take a bath, and then immediately go to the soft big bed to have a good sleep. The meal he had at Mu's house is really torture and more tiring than flying.

Hearing that there was no movement inside, Mu Shenrong thought it was going to take a bath. He went to the living room. He was full of self-confidence, but after rummaging through the boxes, he could only sit on the ground and be upset.

Why not? He remembers to put it here, but why not.

It's really disheartening that he didn't find what he wanted until he opened all the drawers.

The point is, in order to see the grand ideal of mutual heating, he only asked people to prepare quilts for one room, which he didn't lie. Even if there were no other two rooms, but there were no quilts, would he really want to warm himself tonight?

It's really different from what he thought.

Mu Shenrong was still sitting on the sofa, thinking about how to let Fu ran put himself in. When he heard that the door of the room was open, he immediately felt happy. But before he got up, he saw a quilt and a pillow thrown out of it. Then the door closed quickly: "good night, Professor mu."

Looking at the lonely pillows and quilts on the ground, Mu Shenrong knows that tonight is doomed, and there will be no change. He can only take the pillows and quilts and go to the next room.

The quilt is really fresh, fragrant and soft. After taking a bath, Fu ran lies in this strange bed. His nose is full of clean sunshine, and even his breath is still in the air. Then he thought of the model of frowning now. The smile on the corner of his lips deepened in a moment. Before long, the sleepiness came. She was angry at him In the arms of rest, I sleep in peace.

The familiar atmosphere will make people feel nostalgic and secure, especially the warm embrace, which will make people sink into it unconsciously.

The early morning sun can't penetrate the dark curtains. The man lying on the bed feels that the warm fragrant nephrite in his arms keeps drilling into his arms, which is sweet and torturous.

Look, he's right. It's the best way to keep warm. But girls seem to be greedy for his warmth. They keep drilling into his arms all night and testing his willpower.

Hang your head and look at the girl with eyes closed and lips smiling. When she wakes up, she should feel energetic. After all, she had a good dream all night.

At the thought of this place, the eyes that men have been familiar with are slightly sinking, which seems to be more and more profound, just like absorbing the sun and the moon, which is boundless.

Fu ran woke up contentedly. This night, she slept well. Her white and delicate face was like a delicate petal full of dew.

It's just that there's a hard thing under me against myself. It's not very comfortable

Reaching out to take away the uncomfortable things, the whole hand burns as if on fire with a touch, accompanied by a muffled low hum.

She is Are you pissed off?

When I went to Fu's house, it was near lunch.

Fu ran sat in the car, his face inexplicably ruddy, as if painted pink, white and red.The man sitting in the driver's seat is also in a very happy mood. His handsome eyes and eyebrows seem to have a layer of light golden light under the sun. His mouth is humming an unknown tune. The smile from the corners of his eyes and mouth makes Fu ran curl up like a cooked shrimp.

Mu Shenrong smiled and stopped at the gate of the courtyard. At the gate stood two soldiers with their heads held high. After checking his documents and seeing the people sitting in the car, he let them go.

Fu Qingliu and Qi Jinnian were waiting at the door early in the morning. When they saw the car coming, they immediately came out.

When the door opened, Fu ran got out of the car and saw the warm smile of Fu Qingliu and Qi Jinnian. The smile on the corner of his mouth also deepened: "aunt, every year."

"I'm back. Oh, let me see. I'm thin and beautiful." Fu Qingliu looked up and down at Fu ran, with pride and satisfaction on his face.

Qi Jinnian looks at Fu ran as if he is looking at his own children. Even though they are of the same generation, the feeling of growing up from childhood will not change. In Qi Jinnian's heart, Fu Ran has long been regarded as his own daughter.

"Every year, I miss you so much."

"I miss you so much, just come back." Qi Jinnian hugs Fu ran.

Over there, Mu Shenrong stood there cold and indifferent. His black vertical collar woolen overcoat set off his pure and meaningful appearance. His white face matched with three-dimensional clear and deep outline, which is unforgettable.

He stands there like this, and has become a scenic spot of his own.

Fu Qingliu looked at Mu Shenrong, who recognized her calmly and nodded with her slightly. Such a calm manner, he knew that he was a great person at first sight.