When she was cutting onions, he was marinating the steak. When he turned around, he saw wenjo''s tears fall down. He was in a panic: "I''ll listen to you. I''ll listen to you later."


    Wenqiao raised his hand and rubbed his eyes: "onion, hot eyes."


    This knead, very deadly, more spicy, tears rolling straight out.


    Fu Nanli quickly took her neck and asked her to put her head under the faucet, holding some water to help her wash her eyes: "my hand touched the onion, why do you have to rub your eyes?"


    Fu Dashao, my father''s boyfriend, feels tired.


    Wenqiao half lying on the pool: "forget, I don''t cook too much at home, no experience."


    My mother used to cook, but now uncle Ji has taken over all of them. She doesn''t even need to peel garlic.


    In addition to in front of Fu Nanli, she is also ten fingers do not touch the spring water.


    After washing her with cold water for a long time, the heat in wenjo''s eyes was slightly eliminated, and the neckline of her skirt was almost half wet.


    Fu Nanli''s Adam''s knot rolled, and he quickly led people to the bathroom. He took a bath towel to wrap her body, and another one to help her wipe her face and hair.


    Wenjo was a little annoyed. How could she get to him? She was always so rash?


    "Still hot?"


    Wenjo leaned against the wall and closed his eyes. "Much better."


    Fu Nanli stretched out his hand to support her eyes, drew close to her, and gently blew. Wenqiao''s heart felt numb: "again It''s not sand in your eyes. What''s the use of blowing it? "


    "Don''t move."


    He is so strong, Wenqiao really did not move, obediently shrink in his arms.


    Fu Nanli took a soft cotton towel and gently wiped away her physiological tears. Occasionally, she would come close and blow gently.


    Wenqiao did not know, if from an outsider''s point of view, this posture, very intimate, very ambiguous.


    After a while, Wenqiao stopped secreting tears. Fu Nanli clamped her chin and observed her reaction: "is it all right?"


    Wenjo nodded, "well, OK."


    Fu Nanli took her hand and pressed her on the sofa in the living room: "sit down, I''ll cook."


    Wenjo reached out to lift the towel. "How can you come?"


    Fu Nanli put down the hair dryer in his hand: "the collar is wet, blow clean."


    Then he turned and went into the kitchen.


    Wenjo looked down and saw that it was really wet. She was wearing a white skirt, so It''s so imaginative that I quickly turn my back and plug in the hair dryer. I''ll blow it in front of the bangs.


    After blowing, she turned around and saw that Fu Nanli was in the kitchen. She put away the hair dryer and shuffled past with her slippers.


    He pulled up his shirt, his arms were smooth, his veins were slightly protruding, and his neck was tight, as if he was holding on to something.


    "What''s wrong with you? What''s wrong with you? " Asked wenjo, standing at the door, worried.


    The knuckled hand clasped on the glazed stage is gently beaten and half clenched into a fist. The blue veins on the wrist bone seem to be fuller, which makes people feel full of sexual tension and hormones.


    Wenqiao instantly forgot what he said. He quickly stepped forward, took his hand and worried, "are you ok?"


    Fu Nanli clasped her wrist, and she was pressed on the glass platform.


    Little Red Riding Hood delivered to the door, how can I let her go?


    The overwhelming kiss trapped wenjo''s consciousness.


    Initiative ah, my initiative, since I actively pursue, it is also my initiative to kiss ah, why has this become so? She thought.