Could that man have a perspective?

But in a blink of an eye, my heart was covered with some familiar passion.

She didn't even notice it herself, and the corners of her mouth bent slightly. She listened to him and walked to the swivel chair and bent down. Sure enough, she found a pair of light gray men's slippers.

Brand new, there seems to be no sign of passiveness at all.

She raised her foot and put it in, and her small and fair feet were placed in a wide men's slippers. It was funny and ridiculous, but it inexplicably added to some sexy ambiguity.

"I'm pretty good at enjoying it!" Su Jiangyuan got the advantage and acted obedient. In her opinion, only the female office supervisor who was standing on the sky-high every day would put such a pair of spare slippers in her office area.

Su Jiangyuan couldn't help but mumble, while clumsyly dragging her slippers around the study.

Wen Chengyu is not a deaf person.

There was another faint smile outside, and Wen Chengyu leaned on the door panel with one side of his head, as if so, he could get closer to his little wife inside.

"That was prepared by Aunt Rui, I don't need it."

Su Jiangyuan was stunned again.

Why is she thinking? This bastard always knows what she is doing?

Going further forward, the place where the sofa was supposed to be placed was deliberately replaced by a wide and high-end soft couch. On the soft couch, a thin blanket with exquisite workmanship was neatly stacked.

Su Jiangyuan's eyes suddenly lit up.

Su Jiangyuan rushed over clumsyly with his slippers, and the flowers were smiling. He lay down comfortably. Su Jiangyuan pulled over the thin blanket beside him and covered himself with his hands on his back. He lay on his back with his hands behind his head. It was comfortable, but there was a god standing outside the door, which made her unable to enjoy it.

Wen Chengyu stood in the corridor with his eyes slightly narrowed and half naked.

"Su Su," he called her name softly, as if he was afraid of scaring her, "There is a white box next to the soft couch, you open it."

Su Jiangyuan was stunned, Kuaishou quickly stepped on the soft couch and opened the box as Wen Chengyu told him.

A soft silk quilt.

"It's cold at night, remember to keep warm."

Su Jiangyuan hugged the quilt and bit her lip lightly.

"Wen Chengyu..."

For a moment, she inexplicably wanted to rush over and open the door and see the gentle expression on the man outside.

Before he could move, Wen Chengyu's almost inaudible sigh came from outside.

"Baby, good night." Then, footsteps sounded in the corridor.

Wen Chengyu left.

The heat on Su Jiangyuan's face faded, but the warmth in her heart began to spread. She took out the quilt and climbed onto the bed carefully, pulled the quilt and covered it on her body. In an instant, the familiar aura that belonged to Wen Chengyu's body instantly came to her face.

Su Jiangyuan remembered again the charming and fatal face when Wen Chengyu longed for him.

"Ahhhhh--" Su Jiangyuan hugged the quilt and whipped a little on the soft couch.

what to do?

Why does she feel like she is about to be unable to control her heart?
Chapter completed!