Exciting game!Plutocrat Bo Ye can't afford it

He was behind her, and on the backlight side of the lamp, Shen Zhiyi couldn't see his expression, but from his voice, she felt a sense of security inexplicably.

"Knock knock knock!"

Mrs. Bo knocked on the door.

"Sir, are you asleep? The old lady is calling."

Bao Yu helped her pull up the belt of her nightgown, wrapped her body tightly, and then replied: "I haven't slept."

Hearing the reply from inside, Mrs. Bo opened the door and walked in.

She handed the connected phone to Bo Yu, and the man took it and put it next to his ear: "Mother."

"I don't care what reason you use to get Zhiyi to Jingyuan, you go to the guest room to sleep now!"

The old man's voice was sonorous.

The handset was turned off on the phone, and in the quiet bedroom, both Shen Zhiyi and Mrs. Bo could hear clearly.

As a son, Bo Yu did not disobey his mother's order, "Well, I asked Mrs. Bao to clean up the room."

The son was so obedient suddenly, Mrs. Bo was taken aback for a moment.

She reminded him a few more words to let him see his identity clearly. He is an ex-husband, not a husband, and told him to pay attention to his words and deeds, and not to seduce a single confidant.

The old man hung up the phone, and Bo Yucai took down the phone and handed it back to Aunt Bo.

Mrs. Bo held her hands together, and she asked tentatively: "Sir, are you really going to clean up the guest room? Are you staying in the guest room at night?"

"Well, you pack up and call me."

"Ah...oh, okay!" Mrs. Bo left the room.

When he left, he glanced at the two of them, secretly feeling a little pity.

What is the old lady thinking!

Only when the husband and wife live together can they deepen their relationship and help remarry. Why do you let the husband go to the guest room?

Shen Zhiyi turned around and turned to look at him.

Looking at his sharp face, she didn't quite believe it: "Are you going to sleep in the guest room?"

Bo Yu covered the body lotion and put it on the dressing table.He hummed in a low voice, "If you don't follow her old man's wishes, she will never end with me."

Shen Zhiyi laughed out loud, "Mom is also doing it for your own good."

Bo Yu was silent and did not reply to her words.

He wiped off the cream on his hands, walked up to her in three or five steps, bent down and kissed her on the face, "Go to bed early."

Seeing him get up and leave, Shen Zhiyi was determined for three seconds.

Did you really go to the guest room to sleep?

Not like his character.

Shen Zhiyi got off the chaise longue, tidied up and went to bed.

When she was drowsy, she faintly felt the mattress beside her sag, and someone hugged her into her arms from behind.

Familiar breath.

She turned over to sleep on his side, and burrowed into his arms with her eyes closed.

Human body temperature is much more comfortable than wall warmth.

Shen Zhiyi babbled, "Didn't you go to the guest room to sleep?"

How could he go back to the master bedroom in the middle of the night if he didn't prevaricate Mrs. Bo on the phone?

The old lady was traveling thousands of kilometers away across the ocean, did she really think she could manage him?

Bao Yu hugged her tightly, and lowered his head to her face.

Her thin breath fell on his face, soft and crisp.The tip of his nose touched the bridge of her nose, and he smelled her sweet breath.

With a gentle voice, "Zhiyi, shall I kiss you for a while?"

"kindness……"

Bo Yu propped himself up, and hugged him intimately.He kissed her lips lightly, held her hand, his fingers sank into hers, and intertwined with hers.

"Open your mouth."

"Well... Tomorrow I have to go outdoors to record."

"Don't disturb your sleep." Bo Yu patiently kissed the corner of her lips, coaxing: "Just a while."

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The next day.

When Shen Zhiyi woke up, the bed beside her was already empty.

There is still warm heat left.

It wasn't long before he got up.

The woman lifted the quilt and got up, put on her slippers and went to the cloakroom.

Amateur lovers, the program team does not prepare clothes, all the guests bring their own.

Shen Zhiyi picked out a vintage polo wine red dress, a pair of black leather shoes, and a beret.

Take a woolen coat.

Simple and niche clothing.

When Mrs. Bao went upstairs to call her for dinner, Shen Zhiyi had just finished washing.

Wearing her watch, she walked downstairs, walked to the door of the kitchen, and saw Bao Yu inside.

The man was tall and tall, and the twilight of the morning sun shone through the blinds and fell on him, making him a little less alienated and indifferent, and adding some gentle fireworks.

He has already cooked noodles.

Eggs are being fried.

The movements are quite skilled, and it seems that the cooking skills are not bad.

Shen Zhiyi smiled lightly, "He can cook?"

Mrs. Bo stood beside her and nodded: "Of the three sons of the old lady, only the third father is released. He stayed in the army base and never lived a wealthy life."

Right.

That really has to do it yourself, cook and eat by yourself.

Shen Zhiyi opened the glass door and went in. Hearing the sound of the door opening, Bao Yu glanced over there.She smiled at him, walked to his side, and looked at the ready-made noodles in the porcelain bowl.

Tomato Egg Noodles.

The presentation is very good and looks very appetizing.

Bo Yu looked down at her, "Sleep a little longer?"

Shen Zhiyi looked up at him, "Wake up naturally."

In this position, he bent down and kissed her tender little mouth.

Then put the two fried poached eggs into two bowls of noodles.

He turned off the fire and left the kitchen with the noodle bowl.When he left, he glanced at Shen Zhiyi behind him, "Zhiyi, take the chopsticks."

Shen Zhiyi: "Oh~"

restaurant.

The two sat opposite each other.

Bo Yu poured a glass of warm milk and placed it by her hand.Peeled another egg and put it in her bowl.

He wiped his hands with a paper towel, "I haven't been in the kitchen since I returned to the capital, try it to see if it suits your taste."

Shen Zhiyi picked up the chopsticks.

He picked up a few pieces of fine noodles, lowered his head and ate them into his mouth.

The noodle soup is rich, the sweet and sour tomato and the deliciousness of the egg are mixed together, not greasy at all.

She looked up, her almond eyes lit up: "It's delicious!"

Anyway, much better than her.

Shen Zhiyi still remembers that when she was in sixth grade at the age of 12, the teacher assigned a homework assignment for her parents to cook for.

She knew that she didn't have a good meal, so she made the simplest clear noodle soup according to the video.

Shen's father smiled and took a big mouthful, his face twitched and hurriedly stopped Shen's mother who was about to swallow.

In the end, she still got kind praises from her parents: "Yiyi is great, the noodles are well done, don't do it again next time."

Thinking of this, Shen Zhiyi wanted to learn from a teacher, "Ayu, teach me, I want to learn this tomato egg noodles!"

Bo Yu, "If you want to eat, I will make it for you."

Facing his deep but gentle eyes, Shen Zhiyi was sucked by his affectionate eyes.

The more ignorant of feelings, the rarer the emotional experience of a person, once he starts to be emotional, he himself will not realize how warm his unconscious words and deeds will be.

Shen Zhiyi understood that he would be wrong.

She wanted to learn cooking skills, and then show off in front of her parents.But he thought she was going to cook, and he said that she didn't need to do it by herself, as long as he wanted to eat it, he could do it.

Shen Zhiyi bent her almond eyes and smiled sweetly at him: "Well, then I won't be polite."

Bo Yu corrected her point of view, "Strangers are polite, you and I don't need politeness."