Occupy a petite wife

Wen Xin was taken aback, her watery eyes flashed shock and embarrassment one after another.

"Hee hee..." Su Yiyi looked terrified, "Little girl, you are just a small cabbage in front of me, so tender!"

Mouth moved, warm aphasia.

Su Yiyi was curious in every cell, "Win Xin, when did we meet? The progress is really fast, where are you two?"

Seeing that she almost turned into an Arab, Su Yiyi at least made a guess.In her opinion, it would be great for Xinxin to forget the past with Lu Wenyou.But I was also afraid that the simple-minded would meet the second Lu Wenyou, or even worse.

Xin Xin's heart is entangled in a mess, how should she and Rong Li talk?Even knowing that Yiyi will not despise her because of this, she still finds it difficult to speak.

After thinking about it, she said seriously: "Yiyi, I didn't want to hide this matter from you, it's just...it's too complicated, I'll tell you later, okay?"

Years of sisterhood, they naturally trust each other.Su Yiyi understood that she was hesitant to speak, and since she had reservations, she would not ask further.

"Okay, I'll just say one thing, but don't misjudge people again."

Wen Xin's throat was slightly sour, she looked away and nodded slightly, "Don't worry."

As soon as the morning class was over, Wenxin said that she couldn't go to yoga class in the afternoon, and Su Yiyi didn't ask much.

It was He Si who came to pick up Xinxin.

Previously, she thought there was something important to do, but when she returned to the villa, she found out that Rong Li was in the company, so she waited for him all afternoon at the villa.

It's cold in winter, and when it's cold, people become lazy and don't like to move.

When Rongli came back, Wenxin was still sleeping.He found that she seemed to be particularly sleepy, like a koala, and she was always quiet when she was awake.What he didn't know was that although the villa was huge, the range of warm activities was very small. The kitchen, living room, and master bedroom were basically the three places, and she hadn't even set foot in the garden yet.

Because she always remembers that she is only a guest here, so sleeping is the best way to pass the time.

The sun is gradually setting, and the clouds on the horizon are dyed the color of the setting sun.The light in the master bedroom is soft, quiet and serene. When Wen Xin opened her eyes, she saw the elegant black figure.

Rong Li sat on the sofa by the window, his head slightly lowered, looking at the tablet in his hand.His side face is sharp-edged, with haughty lines, as perfect and charming as a sculpture.

Outside the window, the autumn leaves were blooming, and the sunset was like fire. He sat there quietly, his face as calm as water. She stared at it, and suddenly felt that what was presented in front of her eyes was a beautiful autumn picture.

Looking at it, she didn't know if it was her illusion, but she actually felt an inexplicable loneliness from the protagonist of the picture scroll, just like the unruly wolf king on the grassland, powerful but lonely.

"woke up?"

The deep male voice is magnetic and pleasant, like a stone thrown into a calm lake, causing ripples.

Wen Xin was startled, and Fang was startled to realize that he was staring at him with fascination.

The pretty face jumped onto two red clouds, her small hands tightly gripped the quilt, she was about to pretend to sleep to avoid embarrassment, but Rong Li turned her head, obsidian-like phoenix eyes fixed on her with deep eyes.

Obviously there is no way to hide, Xin Xin lifted the quilt and got up.

"When did you come back?"

"Half an hour."

"Oh..." That was a bit long.

Wen Xin thought to herself, luckily he didn't forcefully kiss her while she was sleeping like last time.

The white soft gauze curtains danced with the breeze, Rongli walked towards Wenxin, she was a little nervous, and secretly tightened the sheets with her fingers.

She sits, he stands.

The room was too quiet, Wenxin was racking her brains to find something to talk about, her chin was suddenly grabbed by him, and she was forced to lift it up to accept his condescending scrutiny.

Gently stroking her cheeks with warm fingertips, it was delicate and rosy, smoother to the touch than top-grade silk.

Looking into his dark eyes warmly, he restrained his thoughts so well that others could not guess at all.

"Go change your clothes." He said suddenly.