"Don't sleep with grandpa?"

The old man asked him pretending to be serious.

"Please spare me."

Fu Yanye said nothing and quickly went upstairs.

"Humph, brat."

The old man was in a good mood and continued to clean up the mess.

——

In the old house, Zhuo Jian had no chance to sleep with his sons in his arms. He opened the door and saw no one in the room. The big bed was neat and tidy. It looked like it had just been changed. The sound of blowing air came from the bathroom.

Zhuo Jian was blowing her short hair in front of the mirror, wearing a comfortable nightgown.

Fu Yanye suddenly appeared in the mirror. When she saw him leaning against the door, her heart couldn't help but feel hot, but she quickly dried her hair calmly.

If your hair is short, there is an advantage: it only takes three to two minutes to blow dry.

But as soon as she put down the hair dryer, he came up behind her, pressed her legs and hugged her: "It smells so good."

Zhuo Jian almost fell down on the sink, but fortunately he hugged her. She frightened, her face turned red, and she asked him: "You sleep on the sofa."

"I don't like sleeping on the sofa."

Fu Yanye's voice was slightly hoarse.

"Then where do you like to sleep?"

Zhuo Jian looked at him and asked.

Fu Yanye buried his face in her neck and whispered: "On you."

"..."

Zhuo Jian's heart trembled, but she couldn't take off his arms around her.

"Do you want to wash it again?"

Fu Yanye asked.

"Um?"

"I'm afraid you'll run away."

Fu Yanye said.

"Why should I run away? Only the person who sleeps on my bed and the sofa can run away."

Zhuo Jian reminded.

Fu Yanye sighed inwardly, no one wanted to sleep on that cold and hard sofa.

But......

"Then help me get a quilt and put it on the sofa."

Fu Yanye raised his head, suddenly looked at her seriously in the mirror and said.

"good."

Zhuo Jian readily agreed, feeling that she could handle this small matter for him.

Fu Yanye saw in the mirror how happily she agreed, and sighed helplessly.

Zhuo Jian lowered her eyes and found that his hand was untying the bow she had finally tied, and immediately reminded: "Fu Yanye."

"Um?"

"Let go of your hands."

"Um?"

"hurry up."

Zhuo Jian said and went to hold his hand, but he untied the bow easily. Zhuo Jian's eyes were full of coquettishness: "Who asked you to untie it for me?"

Suddenly something looming inside was about to be exposed. She quickly hugged the clothes tightly with both hands to prevent them from being exposed.

Fu Yanye frowned and looked at her.

"I tied it up with great difficulty."

She could see the forbearance and restraint in his eyes. She thought about it and decided not to yell at him directly, but she suddenly felt a little soft-hearted.

"Then I'll tie it back for you."

Fu Yanye looked at her in the mirror and asked her.

"..."

Before Zhuo Jian could react, the world was spinning.

Fu Yanye held her small waist and lifted her up easily, carried her to the table and sat down, then lowered his head and tied the bow for her carefully.

Zhuo Jian looked at it and his heart felt hot.

Does he still remember?

No, he didn't learn that after they got married.

Seeing his hands tying the bow for her so flexibly and calmly, her heart grew hotter and hotter.

Many things will always be recalled through inadvertent small actions.

"Remember when you were little, you always liked to wear this kind of skirt with straps and dangle it in front of me?"

Fu Yanye asked her in a low voice while working.

"Have it?"

Zhuo Jian deliberately pretended to forget.

But the memories of childhood are so precious, so precious that even if they don’t seem to have happened to me, they are still fresh in my memory.
Chapter completed!