Chapter 188： (1/2)

I saw He An strung up on the bed and sat up, holding the quilt to the edge of the bed, staring at Zheng Feiyu, sitting on his heel with his butt, and staying there.

"Do you want to ... watch me change?"

"……Ok."

He An nodded shamefully.

Zheng Feiyu thought about it and probably understood the reason. He smiled and didn't pay attention to He An anymore, but regarded it as the early morning of a normal working day. He was about to go out to the company. He took off his robe, put on trousers, and chose a belt to fasten. . I picked up the most common white shirt and put on the collar. From top to bottom, the grains were clasped with mother-of-pearl buttons. The hem was also smoothly gathered into the waistband. The cuffs were just around the wrist. .

The blazer was originally custom-made, with sharp edges and corners, and there wasn't anything wrong from shoulder to waist. Zheng Fei put it on sharply, shook his collar habitually, smoothed his shoulders, and then turned around and turned to the shore.

"Is this okay?" He asked quite gentlely.

"And ... and tie ..." He An wasn't very satisfied, and gave a soft comment.

Zheng Feiyu picked one from the tie rack and was ready to tie it, but before he even started, he heard He An rushed and said, "Give me! Uh ... I, I help you ..."

The intonation is high first and then low, and it is impossible to hide the urgency of the heart.

He An wants this tie so much. He hurriedly straightened his upper body, expecting to reach out to Zheng Feiyan, his eyes were obsessed and focused, as if it was such an invaluable thing.

The quilt, which had been dangled, fell from the waist, and there was a bulge in the middle of the pajamas, and the cotton was tightly stretched. The passionate lily of the valley is rippling in the air, strong and abnormal, and stained with rotten ripe sweetness.

Zheng Feiyu's eyes immediately deepened.

He moved to the bank, stood in front of him, and handed the tie into his hands. He An worked hard to raise his arms, opened the shirt collar for Zheng Feiyu, and put a dark silk tie on his neck, and began to tie it seriously.

The fingers trembled slightly, and although they were slow, nothing went wrong.

Zheng Feiyu looked down and looked at He An's solemn look, and suddenly understood something.

Even if a person can tie a tie by himself, he is not always able to tie a tie for others skillfully, because the perspective is the opposite-not to mention where he usually never wears a shirt.

Therefore, He An must have practiced specifically.

For the beloved.