Luo Yan was speechless, but he was still stubbornly explaining: "Although it is a special price, it is indeed freshly baked, I stayed in the store, waiting for them to finish it, the ingredients are also very fresh, 188 is simply too affordable......"

Night Ink: "......"

Luo Yan didn't care about someone's gloomy face at all.

As he spoke, he saw that Yemo was impatient.

He shoved away the woman who was glued to him.

As he walked forward, he took off his suit and tossed it aside.

The man's slender fingers tore open the tie knot, unbuttoned a few more shirt buttons, and when he lowered his gaze and saw the red kiss marks on the mouth of his white shirt, his brow furrowed unconsciously.

Damn, which woman left this?

Why wasn't he impressed at all?

That bright red, Luo Yan naturally saw it.

Seeing Yemo's 'innocent' look, she couldn't help but remind him: "What do I think of this lip of your shirt. Yin and Ning Feifei's lips. Shape...... It's very similar. ”

Luo Yan said this, but it was also groundless.

She couldn't recognize Ning Feifei's lips at all. shape, it's just that when she called Yemo, she heard Ning Feifei and Qiao talking beside him, so of course, she put that lip. Yin believes that it was left by Ning Feifei.

Yemo couldn't get used to Luo Yan's weird sarcasm, and his sharp eyes glanced at Luo Yan lightly.

Luo Yan understood in his heart, and didn't disobey him at this time, so he simply shut up.

Yemo went to the bathroom to take a bath, and Luo Yan followed him with a dead face, insisting on taking a 'mandarin duck bath' with him.

Yemo is accustomed to Luo Yan's cheekiness from time to time.

The huge double bathtub was specially replaced by Luo Yan not long ago.

The man sat in the bathtub with long legs, his slender arms on the edges of both sides of the bathtub, his head slightly tilted back, his eyes slightly closed, and he looked comfortable and comfortable.

Luo Yan secretly grimaced at him and compared his middle finger, but before he could withdraw his middle finger, Yemo suddenly opened his eyes, which caught Luo Yan off guard.

"That...... I'm moving my fingers, and I'll be waiting for you. Luo Yan hooked her lips charmingly. Horn, said quietly.

Yemo snorted coldly, too lazy to take care of her.

She thought to herself how well she was disguised in front of him, but she didn't realize that her eyes couldn't deceive.

Her hatred for him and hatred for him were all written in those eyes.

In the past, Yemo would discipline her and bully her because of these, but now, he is really too lazy to care.

*

Coming out of the bathroom, it was already two hours later.

The man wore a red body, and only a bath towel was wrapped around his waist, wrapping his strong and powerful body.

He walked in the direction of the kitchen, holding a clean towel in his hand and wiping his short wet hair.

He walked to the kitchen and opened the refrigerator.

Luo Yan hadn't lived in an apartment for a while, so the refrigerator was empty, and there were only a few bottles of juice.

He frowned in displeasure and reached for the refrigerator.

I stumbled upon a bottle of cold beer in the middle surrounded by the bottles of juice.

At this time, Yemo's cold and stinky face was soothed a lot.

He took the can of beer to the couch in the living room, opened it, and poured it into his mouth.

Luo Yan came out of the bathroom one step slower than him, and when she came out, she didn't even have a bath towel around her.

【Luoye's Boat Show...... Well, omitted. 】