Prosperous Warm Marriage

Chapter 125 What are you afraid of?

The return trip is a long way.Drowsiness hit, Wen Nuan fell asleep, and when she woke up, the car had stopped in the parking lot, and Feng Zhaoyang was standing beside her, bent over, as if to hug her.

"Why did I fall asleep?"

Wen Nuan looked at Feng Zhaoyang sleepily, and whispered, "I want to go home."

Even though he just woke up, Nuannuan only took a look outside the car and knew where he was.

"It's too late." Feng Zhaoyang took a step back, raised his wrist to look at the time, and said calmly, "Go up and rest first, and I'll take you back tomorrow."

"No... don't bother, you go up first, I can take a taxi back by myself." Nuan Nuan said, grabbing her backpack and getting out of the car, she waved her hand at Feng Zhaoyang, but, still Before he could turn around and leave, his wrist was grabbed by a big hand.

"What are you afraid of?" Feng Zhaoyang looked directly into Wen Nuan's eyes, the deep eyes seemed to have seen through her little thoughts.

"I do not……"

Wen Nuan subconsciously wanted to refute, but Feng Zhaoyang obviously didn't want to hear her explanation, so he dragged her straight into the elevator.

"Actually, I just wanted to say that I don't have a change of clothes." There were only the two of them in the elevator, and in this quiet and closed space, the voice of Wen Nuan spoke very clearly.

Hearing this, Feng Zhaoyang looked sideways at her and said solemnly, "You don't have to wear it."

As soon as these words came out, the warmth immediately became messy in the wind!

What is this man thinking? !
Although, they are dating now, but...

"I... don't need to take a shower." After two seconds, Wen Nuan finally choked out a sentence, "If you think I'm dirty, I can wash the quilt and bed sheets for you."

"what ever."

The elevator door opened, Feng Zhaoyang walked out first, Nuan Nuan followed behind him with his head bowed.

"I'm hungry, let's cook some noodles." Entering the room, Feng Zhaoyang gave orders while unbuttoning the cuff buttons on his shirt, and then walked into his bedroom as soon as he finished speaking.

Originally, Wen Nuan was a little nervous, but when Feng Zhaoyang asked her to cook noodles, she relaxed.

Putting down his backpack, Nuan pulled up his sleeves and walked into the kitchen. Ten minutes later, the noodles were cooked. When Feng Zhaoyang walked in, he had already changed into home clothes, his hair was wet, and he looked fresh and handsome.

"Can you lend me your laptop?" Wen Nuan was a little cautious, looking at Feng Zhaoyang's eyes, revealing a little shyness.

"Let's eat noodles first." Feng Zhaoyang pulled out his chair and sat down, then reached out to pick up a bowl and filled a bowl of noodles for Nuannuan.

"Thank you."

Wen Nuan didn't dare to look directly at Feng Zhaoyang, the intimate scene in the car before unexpectedly flashed in her mind, thumping, her heart was pounding like a deer, her heart was beating happily.

"You can wear my clothes."

Halfway through eating the noodles, it was cold, Feng Zhaoyang's slightly deep voice drifted away in the air, and his warm heart lake was disturbed, so his reaction was naturally slow, and he said "ah" in a daze.

"The clothes are on the bed in the guest room." Feng Zhaoyang said.

"...Oh." Nuannuan was stunned for a second, then responded lightly, then lowered his head and ate the noodles with a big mouthful.

"Leave it alone, I'll wash it."

After a while, half of the bowl of noodles was bottomed out. As soon as Wen Nuan put down his chopsticks, Feng Zhaoyang's voice followed. Hearing the sound, Wen Nuan took a look at Feng Zhaoyang, smiled, then turned and walked out.

In the guest room, a white shirt was quietly lying on the dark blue sheets, and the whiteness seemed to stand out.

Stepping to the bed, Nuan picked up the shirt and smelled it, a faint fragrance poured into his nose, mixed with the nice smell of sunshine.

These are clothes that have been dried in the sun. Obviously, Feng Zhaoyang wore them not long ago.

Thinking of this, Wen Nuan's face warmed up, and a different kind of emotion grew in his heart.

Work, work!
Don't always think about it!
Suddenly, the image of Feng Zhaoyang kissing her reappeared in his mind, Nuan shook his head violently, warned himself silently, and then put the shirt in his hand back on the bed.

Leaving the guest room, Wennuan went to the living room, picked up the backpack on the sofa, and walked into Feng Zhaoyang's study.

Da da.

Warm fingers quickly flew over the computer keyboard, his eyes were so focused that he didn't even notice Feng Zhaoyang passing by the door of the study.

"Go to bed early."

Feng Zhaoyang went back and forth, put the milk on the desk, and then reached out to touch Wen Nuan's head naturally.

Geek!

Nuan Nuan's heart skipped a beat, warmed by his intimate behavior.

"Go to bed first, I'll be fine soon." Wen Nuan raised her head, and the faint smile on the corner of her mouth had a hint of sweetness that couldn't be concealed.

"Good night."

Feng Zhaoyang lowered his head, kissed his warm lips quickly, and then left.

(End of this chapter)