good night warlord

Gu Qingyi was taken aback, turned around and saw Aunt Zhou holding a cup of papaya stewed milk standing behind her with a smile on her face, Gu Qingyi felt guilty, and hurriedly took it by herself:

"I'll take whatever I want to drink, Aunt Zhou, go down first."

The little girl flashed into the room with the cup and bowl.

Soon he ran out again: "Aunt Zhou, have you seen Yan during the war?"

"Sir, I seem to have gone to the garden to look for the young mistress just now."

It seems that I have been delayed for quite a long time, Gu Qingyi waved her hand and said:

"Oh, I see, it's all right."

Aunt Zhou was a little worried when she saw that the little girl seemed to be in a daze.

Downstairs, Aunt Zhou met Wartime Yan who had failed to find someone from the garden. Aunt Zhou took the initiative to remind:

"Sir, the young mistress is upstairs."

A man in a white bathrobe climbed up the stairs, but Aunt Zhou said again:

"Sir, wait a minute, the young mistress ordered soup to be made for supper just now, you can drink a bowl."

During the war, Yan didn't have the habit of eating late at night, but he opened his lips when he heard that Yibao'er asked him to cook:
"Bring it here."

Aunt Zhou's face was faintly happy, and she quickly brought over a bowl of soup. Knowing Yan's habit of drinking soup during the war, a bowl of clear soup was clear to the bottom, without a trace of extra soup.

During the war, Yan took a sip. It was salty, and the taste was different from the soup he drank before:
"What kind of soup is this?"

Aunt Zhou explained with a smile:
"It's good for your health, sir, hurry up and drink it. The young mistress just asked me about the husband, so she should be waiting for the husband."

During the war, Yan heard that his little wife was waiting for him, so he drank the soup in the bowl in one gulp, then handed the bowl to Aunt Zhou, and went upstairs.

Aunt Zhou looked at the handsome back of her husband and smiled with satisfaction.

Aunt Zhou took the bowl back to the kitchen and washed it before clearing away the soup cup.

The servant beside her saw that she was going to pour out half a bowl of soup left, and felt a little pity:

"Aunt Zhou, why throw away such a good soup, can I have a bowl?"

Aunt Zhou blocked her subordinate's hand and scolded with a smile:
"I want to drink soup, there is papaya stewed in milk, which can beautify the skin and plump the breasts.

"

"What about this?"

"You can't drink this, it's for men to drink to strengthen their bodies."

The subordinate then changed his target and went to serve papaya and stewed milk.

Aunt Zhou looked at the whip in the soup pot and smiled meaningfully.

As long as the husband and young mistress are harmonious and beautiful, this family can flourish.

……

When Yan returned to the master bedroom during the war, he smelled a strong milk fragrance, and then there was some fragrance of shower gel, and some light fragrance of rose essential oil, which was very similar to her smell.

The man stepped in, and saw the little girl hastily hiding something behind her. The man raised his legs and walked over. The tall and stalwart man completely covered the little girl under his body.

Looking at the slight nervousness on her little face, he asked in a hoarse voice:
"What are you hiding? Husband, take a look."

The man's sexy and low-pitched voice is like the most beautiful cello sound, so sweet that people can't help but close their eyes and listen quietly.

Sounds so good you want to get pregnant.

The little girl felt guilty, and hid the bowl behind her back with both hands. There was still milky white milk on the cherry red mouth, like a little milk cat who stole milk from its master:

"No, nothing, just drank a bowl of milk."

The more she hid, the more Yan wanted to know during the war:
"I know that after drinking milk, you're almost turning into a milk bun. Since it's milk, there's nothing to hide."

When leaning over, the tip of her nose smelled her delicious milk fragrance, and Yan's breathing tightened during the war.

There seems to be a surge of dryness and heat in the body.

Enduring his reverie, the man reached behind her with his long hand, and took the small bowl she was holding in his palm. In the white and clean porcelain bowl, the milk had already been drunk, and there were still two bright yellow fruits left. The man pinched it Putting a piece in his mouth and chewing, he laughed lowly in his throat:
"Papaya? Papaya stewed in milk?"

Following those few words, Gu Qingyi could clearly feel the man's gaze actually falling on her chest.

The little girl subconsciously covered it with her hands, and a little annoyed anger hung on her face:

"Where are you looking, rascal."

The man ate the remaining papaya in the bowl, and his sexy Adam's apple rolled up and down under the light as he swallowed:

"Look at my wife, why is she a hooligan?"

The man stretched out his hand and tugged at her little arm that was covering her. The little girl refused to obey, she avoided his hand and sat on the bed, hugged the quilt tightly, and resolutely refused to show her.

"Without a girl's consent, she's a hooligan, even if she's a wife."

During the war, Yan originally wanted to tease her, but he knew that her skin seemed to be getting thinner and thinner now, and the purpose of her drinking papaya stewed milk was also for his benefit. If teasing her got angry and stopped drinking, he would be the one to suffer.

Moreover, his body is very strange today, even if he just smelled her fragrance just now, he felt a fire in his body, if you tease her again, he won't have to sleep tonight.

Seeing that she was already curled up in the quilt, the man laughed:
"You sleep first, I'll take a shower."

After speaking, I went to the bathroom.

Gu Qingyi was puzzled: "Didn't you wash it already?"

The man had already entered the bathroom and closed the door, so he didn't hear what she said.

The little girl hugged the quilt and lay down, staring at the gauze above her head in a daze.

Originally, she didn't take Li Qiao's words seriously, but now that she knew it, she couldn't help but wonder whether that childhood sweetheart was more important or her in Yan's heart during the war.

She was getting more and more greedy.

He hasn't been in touch with that marshmallow for several years, why should he be jealous?

He is still being stalked by Rong Zhe.

But the more I tell myself not to think about some things, the more I think about them.

The more Gu Qingyi thought about it, the less sleepy she became.

Sure enough, curiosity killed the cat, why did she have to find something from her childhood sweetheart?

Why didn't he throw away those letters?
Those letters are very clean, without dust at all, does he take them out from time to time to look through them?

Gu Qingyi feels that there are two little people fighting in her heart:
Xiaoguaibaoer: First love can accompany a man for a lifetime. Many people in their [-]s and [-]s still can't forget their first love in their teens.

Xiaoyi Baoer: Time can smooth everything out, only the company in the future is the most precious.

Xiaoguaibao'er: Bai Yueguang can't just forget it if he wants to. He is such a wise person, and he will definitely not forget such an important person in his life as his first love casually.

Xiaoyi Bao'er: You should trust your husband, he loves you so much, he even gave his life for you in his previous life and became a vegetable.

A few minutes later, the cold and wet body of the man who came out of the bathroom leaned over, and the little girl rolled into his arms naturally.

With the lesson from the previous time, the little girl didn't dare to move around, she nestled obediently, the man's hand was pillowed by her, and the tip of her nose was filled with his sea-like smell.