Cute, flirtatious, not easy to mess with

After several consecutive days of white and black work, Lu Wenqian slept until noon. He just went downstairs after a simple wash, and saw the little girl nestling on the sofa.

She was wearing a big rabbit nightgown with a white background and pink lace trim. Her calf was exposed, white and tender, and she curled up on the sofa together with her little feet.

Below is her same pair of bunny slippers, which are childish and cute from top to bottom.

The little girl didn't comb her hair, the black hair in the shawl was scattered, the top of her head was a little frizzy, and a few strands crossed her cheeks, making her look a little more lazy.

Lu Wenqian was wearing a dark purple silk pajamas, the two buttons on the top were unbuttoned, and a section of his perfect collarbone and fair skin were exposed. Anyone who looked at it could not help but feel blood rushing.

After washing, there were still a few drops of undried water on the tip of the hair, and the few strands of hair were wet, a little bright in the sun, making the man a little more sexy in the sun.

"You're hungry." Lu Wenqian walked over slowly and sat across from Chu Yanxi.

Chu Yanxi was sullen and didn't look at him, her face was unhappy, and even her small mouth was slightly pursed.

Lu Wenqian really couldn't imagine how he offended her, let alone why this girl was angry with him, so he could only coax patiently.

"What's wrong? Who messed with you?" Lu Wenqian asked again, his voice softer again.

Last night, he was really tired and didn't have the energy to spend much time with her. Now that he's had enough sleep, he can have a good chat.

What's more, he suddenly discovered that he was not used to not having this girl clinging to him like a brown candy every day.

Chu Yanxi raised her head, glanced at Lu Wenqian angrily, and said in her heart, 'You messed with me!It's you who messed with me! '.

"Speak up if you are angry, otherwise you can only hold it in." Lu Wenqian said leisurely again, "If you hold it in for a long time, you will easily get sick."

Chu Yanxi was very angry at first, but when she heard Lu Wenqian's gentle voice that sounded like coaxing, her eyes started to turn sore again, feeling extremely wronged in her heart.

It's just that she said what she should say, and she did what she should do. She is a girl, so she can't take off her clothes and climb into his bed.

After reaching this point, Lu Wenqian still doesn't like her, and it's meaningless to do more.

She is not shameless!

Lu Wenqian saw that the girl's eyes began to turn red, as if she was about to cry, she hugged her knee with her small arms, and buried her little head in it, looking pitiful and distressing.

He couldn't bear it anymore, got up and sat next to Chu Yanxi, wrapped his arm around her shoulder, and shook her lightly: "What's wrong? It looks like I'm going to cry."

Chu Yanxi felt awkward, turned her face away arrogantly, and said stiffly: "I don't have one!"

"What's the matter? I ran to my sofa and nestled like a doormat. Those who didn't know thought I was bullying you." Lu Wenqian's voice was magnetic and low, mixed with imperceptible doting, the listener Heart itch.

But Chu Yanxi held her breath and refused to compromise: "There is a quarrel outside, can't I come to you and hide away?"

"Arguing?" Lu Wenqian subconsciously glanced out the French window.

From a long distance, he saw two women who were aggressive.

One is Xia Yuwei, and the other is Chu Yanxi's biological mother, Pan Qinqin.

"What's going on?" Lu Wenqian's eyes fell back on Chu Yanxi's face.

The little girl seemed a little irritable, pushed away his arm, stretched her calf to pull on the slippers, ran upstairs angrily, and entered his bedroom with a sullen head.