Chapter 2005： .dessert (1/2)

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Out of the small building, Tang Moran swept across the yard in his coat and ran into the house.

”What are you running?” came a deserted voice.

Tang Moran couldn't help but stopped, standing still a little tangled.

”What's the matter? Where did you go?” Fu Tingye looked at her clothes for a moment, and then walked over, dragging her.

Arm, pulling her to face him.

”Whose clothes?” His tone was extremely cold, and she couldn't help but shiver.

”Uncle Fu...not what you think.” She was scared and called him Uncle Fu again.

In the usual way, he would think he was too fierce and whispered to her.

But in this way, she called herself that, but he felt that she was a guilty conscience.

”Take it off.” Fu Tingye suddenly shouted, full of anger.

Tang Moran shivered with fright and was about to cry: ”Uncle Fu...I'm sorry.” Tang Moran took off his coat outside.

The red fuel on the clothes leaked out.

”What's wrong with you.” Seeing that she was just standing there crying, he was worried and anxious again: ”What's on this body?”

He touched it with a good hand, it was dry on the clothes, bright red, it did not seem to be blood.

”Yes... it's paint.” Tang Moran touched his head, tugging at his clothes, not daring to look up at him.

”How? You got the paint on your body? Where did you go?”

”I went to Fu Jingting's place, I was not careful while painting...” Tang Moran explained vigorously.

”What? What are you going to do with him?” When she heard that she came back from Fu Jingting in this way, Fu Ting

Ye gets even more annoyed.

”What are you going to do with him? This clothes is also his?” Fu Tingye took the coat, and then it looked like

It seemed to vent his anger and threw it into the corner.

”He taught me to paint. The paint accidentally fell on my clothes and wiped it off, but it couldn't be wiped off.” Tang Moran did not expect that he would

So angry, standing still at a loss: ”Uncle Fu...”

”You will not have any contact with him in the future and will teach you to paint. I don't think he is at ease:” Fu Tingye took her upstairs. ”

”Uncle Fu, what are you doing.” Tang Moran staggered upstairs, being pulled.

”Don't call me that.” Fu Ting, who was in front of me, attacked her without turning his head back.

Although scared, she bowed her head and yelled obediently, ”A Ye.”

”Go take a bath.” Pushing her into the bathroom, Fu Tingye put water in the bathtub.

Tang Moran stood aside, tangling his hands together: ”A Ye, I will wash it myself.”

”No.” Fu Tingye refused directly and looked back at her: ”You can't wash yourself.”

”It's just some paint. If I can't wash it clean, then you can't wash it either.” She said very little in the next half sentence.

Sound, afraid that Fu Tingye would hear it, but didn't vomit.

”Okay, come here, take a shower.” Fu Tingye tested the water temperature, turned off the faucet, turned and waved to her.

Tang Moran stepped back two steps and pasted it on the wall of the bathroom: ”Go out, I'll wash it myself.” She shook

Head, very resistant to the matter of him bathing himself.

”Come here.” Fu Tingye pulled her over irresistibly and stretched out his hand to take off her clothes.

”No.” Tang Moran put his hands on his chest to resist, and when he saw his deep and cold eyes, he slowly lowered it.

The hands that he resisted.

Fu Tingye took off her clothes and hugged her into the bathtub.

By the way, I touched the temperature of the water, and I felt that something was not hot just now, so I pressed the heating button.

Tang Moran squatted in the bathtub and took up a corner, his eyes were like frightened deer, with panic and ignorance.

This look is too tempting for a man.

But then I thought that she might look at Fu Jingting with this look after the clothes were splashed with paint, and he was very fast.

It's going to explode.

I took the shower flower and beat the foam of the shower gel, stretched out my hand and pulled her over.

”No, no, I will wash it myself.” Although the relationship between the two has been determined, she is still not comfortable with him doing this to herself.

Fu Tingye ignored her words and rubbed her skin inch by inch with the bath flower, with gentle force that could not be rejected.

Tang Moran blushed as if dripping blood, and he didn't know if it was because of the hot water or shyness.

Finally Fu Tingye helped her wash her, wrapped her in a bathrobe, hugged him into the room, and gently helped her hair

Blow dry.

She was like an obedient puppet doll all the way, motionless, at his mercy.

He thought she was angry, and put her in his arms: ”Why don't you speak?”

”No, I don't know what to say.” Tang Moran still held his head in low spirits.

”Are you blaming me?” Although she couldn't hear the meaning of blaming in her words, but by looking at her reaction, she knew that she must be concerned