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The phone rang for a long time before it was connected, but it was not Su Wansheng himself, it was Lu Zhenming.

"Something?" Lu Zhenming's opening is two words that are light and short, which is his usual style.

"Senior Lu, where is Shengsheng?"

Song Zhiyue habitually crossed her legs, Feng Chen was afraid that her sitting posture would hurt her ankle, so he took her into his arms and let her lean on himself.

"It's not convenient for her to answer the phone, so tell me something."

When Lu Zhenming said this, his eyes kept looking at Su Wansheng, who was breastfeeding the little pea.

Her clothes were lifted, revealing a large patch of white on her chest.

In order to make it easier to feed the little pea, she took off her underwear, and the plump soft ball on the other side was faintly visible.

Lu Zhenming's eyes were a little dark, and his throat was a little tight.

Song Zhiyue, who didn't know anything, said on the other end of the phone: "I hurt my foot, and I want to take a few days off." ”

"Okay, I'll tell her." Lu Zhenming's breathing gradually became chaotic.

Song Zhiyue heard his breathing getting heavier and asked, "Senior Lu, do you have a cold?" ”

"Nope." Lu Zhenming hung up the phone after speaking.

Listening to the beeping sound on the phone, Song Zhiyue took the phone off his ear, looking inexplicable.

Aunt Xiao made a supper, she brought out a bowl, and Feng Chen got up to bring out another bowl.

Song Zhiyue's feet were inconvenient, so he didn't go to the dining room, and ate in the living room.

After eating, Feng Chen carried Song Zhiyue upstairs, and Aunt Xiao cleaned up the dishes and chopsticks.

As soon as Feng Chen put Song Zhiyue on the bed, he heard her say, "I want to take a bath." ”

Feng Chen usually follows her in everything, but today he doesn't follow: "What kind of bath do you take if your foot is injured, wait until it's ready." ”

She pursed her lips: "But it's uncomfortable not to wash." ”

Feng Chen hesitated for a moment: "Then I'll wash it for you?" ”

Song Zhiyue made up the picture in her head, felt a little ashamed, and shook her head.

"You fill the bathtub with water for me, and I'll take a bath."

Feng Chen didn't say anything this time, and went into the bathroom and put half a tank of water.

After coming out, he looked at her who was sitting on the bed and did not move, and said, "Take off your clothes." ”

Song Zhiyue couldn't help but feel hot when he thought of the picture of himself being stripped naked-slippery, and he hugged himself.

"You carry me in first."

Feng Chen bent down to pick her up and went into the bathroom.

"Put me down, you get out." Song Zhiyue said.

Feng Chen frowned, put her down and didn't want to stand?

I knew I would have picked her up just now and then carried her in.

He didn't pick her up and put her on the ground, but put it straight into the bathtub.

Take the shower gel and shampoo off the shelf and place them on the floor next to the tub for her convenience.

"Something call me."

Feng Chen knew that she was embarrassed to take off her clothes in front of her, and walked out of the bathroom after speaking.

Song Zhiyue took off her wet dress, threw it into the basket, and took a comfortable hot bath.

Just thinking of the scene at tonight's banquet, her white bun face was full of sorrow.

She had something to call herself, but she couldn't hear it, so she kept waiting outside the bathroom.

He lit a cigarette, leaned against the wall and smoked slowly, remembering that at the banquet, those people surrounded Song Zhiyue and laughed at her, and his eyes were as deep as a cold pool.

After waiting for about half an hour, he asked aloud, "Are you okay?" ”

Right away. Song Zhiyue got up with the bathtub.

Feng Dust heard the movement and pushed open the frosted glass door.

Song Zhiyue hurriedly pulled the bath towel hanging on the wall to wrap herself.

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