My ugly concubine is super cute

Chapter 1049 The Grandson Wuhuan (18)

"Call me grandson." The man's low voice sounded softly, and his breath seemed to spray on her neck. Mi Xiaole felt that she was red from her neck to her whole body. Even more dizzy.

"Teacher Changsun, I—"

"Call my eldest grandson." The man was very persistent, the hair dryer buzzed, but his voice was so clear, Mi Xiaole heard the sound of the wall in his heart peeling off piece by piece, Fragmented, trying to cover up.

Changsun Wuhuan played with the girl's hair. The thin, soft hair was wet and shiny, and every strand of it seemed to brush gently over his heart. At this moment, he only thought of four words : The years are quiet and good.

Mi Xiaole bit her lip and struggled in vain, "Eldest grandson, you, why did you come?"

"I came here to tell you that when I said leave, I just left."

"Then—" Mi Xiaole bit her lip again, she would bite her lip when she was nervous, Changsun Wuhuan smiled lowly, her thin lips almost touched her delicate earlobe, "I'm not saying I can't come back."

It is undeniable that Mi Xiaole was happy and excited at this moment, but she just didn't know whether to respond to the man's affection at this moment, "But, but..." She doubted herself, "What's so good about me? Tang Xiaoqing She calls me an idiot every day."

"I'm going to kill her right away." The man can do it so gracefully even when he is murderous, he is like a noble prince, Mi Xiaole is surprised, happy, afraid and inferior, always feels that the rare peace in front of him, next time A second will be broken generally.

She is born to be a disappointment, because she is not confident, because she is not brave, because she is not sure.

"No, no!" Mi Xiaole hurriedly waved his hands, shaking his head, so that the eldest grandson couldn't blow his hair properly, and the man was not very happy, and even put on a straight face, "Mi Xiaole, don't let me restlessly Get your hair done, or let's do some other...exercise now."

With a bang, Mi Xiaole's face almost burned up, God, why did her blood run all over her face today?What should I do if I wait until the brain is congested?How could Changsun Wuhuan tease her again and again?

Changsun Wuhuan seemed to have sensed her slander, he smiled dotingly, his movements became more gentle, but the words he uttered became more shameless: "So your expression now is, invitation?"

He made a gesture to throw the hair dryer on it: "Then I'd rather be respectful than obedient!"

"Don't don't don't don't!" Mi Xiaole was so panicked that she could only say this one word, "You you you you you you you you you hurry up! I'm so sleepy!" She couldn't escape, so she simply refused to go I can't think of resisting anymore——A man as outstanding as Changsun Wuhuan, in a fundamental sense, is a person who cannot be truly resisted.

Look, she ran away and pretended to be fierce, but in the end she was still the same, addicted to his world and unable to extricate herself?

Admit it, Mi Xiaole, you just like him, maybe, not just like him.

After Changsun Wuhuan slowly dried her hair, she found that Mi Xiaole had fallen asleep, her little head was hanging down gently, bit by bit, it was really cute.

So the man took her into his arms, gently undressed her...uh, changed her pajamas, and then lay down with his arms around her.

That night, Changsun Wuhuan had a pleasant dream. In the dream, Feng Qiye yelled to him brilliantly: "Changsun, you want to be happy!"

(End of this chapter)