When the fast-wearing boss got the female supporting script

Pei Chuanyao himself didn't even notice that he had always treated Luo Shui differently. Those so-called aloofness, coldness, alienation and indifference were like floating clouds in front of this person.

Luo Shui's ears were slightly itchy and he moved his index finger behind his ears, Okay, I'll go right away.

After saying that, she got up and went back to the room.

Pei Chuanyao looked at her back without getting up. If you look closely, you can see the man's red ears.

It wasn't until this moment that he truly realized that the relationship between the two was different. They were the closest couple. From then on, they shared weal and woe, slept in the same bed, were in harmony, and even lived and died together...

Luo Shui took a shower, changed into comfortable clothes, and came out.

There was a 'click' from the bedroom door, which instantly woke up Pei Chanyao from his deep thoughts.

The man only glanced at her briefly, then looked away hastily, his fingers trembling slightly, he was more nervous than giving a speech in front of thousands of people.

It wasn't until Luo Shui went to the kitchen to pour water that Pei Chanyao laughed quietly.

He covered his eyes with his palms, and the smile on his lips was affectionate and gentle.

I'm afraid that all his nervousness, patience, and tenderness are only devoted to this one person.

Luo Shui didn't know that the man sitting in the living room was having thousands of thoughts running through his mind. She poured the water and returned to the living room.

After taking a bath, Luo Shui changed into a loose nightgown. She had a thin frame and wore loose and loose clothes. It was as if she had no flesh on her body. She looked so weak that the clothes made people pity her.

When Pei Chuanyao saw her, all the complications in his heart were replaced by one thought: He had to find a way to make Luoluo gain some fat.

My little wife is too thin now!

Brother Yuanyao, I've washed it. You go and wash it. Luo Shui said while wiping his hair.

She had just finished taking a shower, her fair face was flushed with steam, her voice was slightly hoarse, and Pei Qiyao's ears felt hot.

With slightly closed eyes, the man walked up behind Luo Shui, took the towel from her hand, and wiped her hair.

He had never done anything like this before. Pei Chuanyao was obviously a little nervous, and his hand movements were very light and slow.

Neither of them spoke, and a faint pink color and heart-pounding heat gradually rose in the air.

After drying his hair, Luo Shui raised his eyes and looked at the tall man with a smile on his face, ...Thank you, brother Yuanyao.

Pei Chuanyao paused while hanging the towel and said in a low voice, It's time to change the name!

Inexplicably, I want to kill my former self who wanted to be my brother wholeheartedly. Isn't it a good idea to be the target?

Otherwise, several years would not have been wasted in vain, and the man felt inexplicably sad.

Luo Shui blinked and spoke softly, Yuan Yao.

It's time to change my title. I thought I would be uncomfortable with the change of title at first, but I didn't expect that. Instead, I felt a strange sense of familiarity.

When Pei Chuanyao heard these two words coming out of her mouth, her heart beat like a drum, and something seemed to be overflowing from her chest.

Pei Chuanyao felt an unfamiliar sourness in his eyes. Without looking at Luo Shui, he responded and went to the bathroom.

Luo Shui didn't notice anything was wrong. He sat cross-legged on the sofa and closed his eyes to rest, feeling peaceful and clear in his heart.

Not long after, Pei Cuanyao came out.

The man's extremely formal attire had long been changed. He was wearing a black pajamas. His fair and firm chest was not exposed. His short hair was slightly damp, and his normally neatly styled black hair hung down on his eyebrows. His eyes seemed to be stained with water, and his whole body was like a peach blossom demon emerging from the bath.

Luo Shui looked at him, a little distracted.

Her eyes didn't move, and of course Pei Chuanyao noticed it. There was a hint of meaning in his eyes, and he sat next to her.

Someday after marriage.

Luo Shui was lying on the sofa, looking at someone with brows and eyes, ...I heard that you regarded me as your sister back then? Interview Mr. Pei, does your face hurt? By the way, what do you think now?

Pei Chuanyao: ...

It hurts! Why doesn't it hurt?

As for what you think? Well, it’s nothing, I just want to kill the stupid self I used to be...

Isn’t my wife sweet? What kind of sister do you want? !