Chapter 302 (1/2)

The man wrapped up a bathrobe casually, and the white belt around his waist could be tied twice. However, the wide shoulder and narrow waist are very obvious. The upright posture makes the bathrobe have a very shape.

If such a man had been in another woman's room, I'm afraid he would have been addicted to all kinds of things.

She wiped her head with a towel and her thin arm slid. Just looking at the line, Lu Yao's mouth was dry and she couldn't help swallowing.

The man's thin lips lifted up, long eyes did not let her this small action, long stride two steps to walk in front of her, close at hand, the fragrance of the shower gel, mixed with the inherent flavor of men.

Lu Yao retreated, her face moved unnaturally.

Clear throat: ”get out of the way, I'll take a bath.”

The man's deep laughter rang out: ”what was thinking just now?”

Lu Yao, with a hot face, lowered her head and then raised again: ”except for Fu Xuezi, how come I haven't seen any other women who throw their arms to you in public? Or am I too ignorant? ”

Indeed, it is enough to make many women moved by one of their looks or wealth. However, even if he had not been exposed to the public for so long, he did not receive any news about the flowers and plants, and he did not show any flaws when he went home.

Either he is too stupid to believe him wholeheartedly, or he is too smart to hide everything.

The man seems to be not satisfied with her answer, the eye color is deeper, gently help her delicate chin.

”You're not satisfied without those women?”

Which of his eyes saw her dissatisfied At best, it's just curiosity.

Seeing that he didn't intend to answer, he pushed his strong chest and walked to the bathroom without expression.

”With you, no matter before or now, I have no other woman, don't think about it.” The man's voice sounded behind him.

There is no answer, but the moment of opening the bathroom door, the corner of the mouth rises slightly unconsciously.

Twenty minutes later, the man had put on his pajamas and sat at the head of the bed to read a book she had bought. The plot was realistic, and there were waves in peace. Most of them described love, and sometimes even a little girl moaned.

I can't help being a little embarrassed.

He flipped the ground very quickly, but his long finger seemed to have not moved much. His expression was light, and he couldn't see his emotion. He didn't know whether he had seen it or not.

Want to take the book back, but also close to him, he raised his head, eyes with a smile, slightly raised eyebrows, with some banter: ”do you like this book?”

Lu Yao's face was expressionless. She even glanced at her indifference and said, ”generally, I'll just look for it.”

The man stares at her for a few seconds and closes the book.

Light way: ”some of the author is too sensitive, life is very emotional, pregnancy and after a period of time is not suitable, or to find some objective, upward looking text.”

The author of this book is Zhang Ailing. Lu Yao has known her since the sixth grade of primary school and regarded her as the list of her novels, which has not changed for many years.

Although he was not expected to be a big man to like this so-called feelings, he was still not very happy when he came up to criticize.

”Pregnancy and postpartum depression has nothing to do with what books to read. Most of them still don't meet their expectations in real life.” With a slight coldness, he opened the quilt beside him and lay on it.

The man put down the book, the voice is still warm: ”what do you expect from life?”

What are your expectations? In addition to maintaining stability, do not make any special ”surprise”, she is Amitabha.

”No,” he said, turning over, his back to him, ”I'm sleeping.”