Chapter 2636 Uncle's Autistic Girl (20)

I don't care, although I didn't ignore it, I didn't care.

And Bai Weiwei doesn't protest, she doesn't speak, except for the necessary physical needs, she huddles in a corner almost motionless.

By the way, the carpet in this corner is the thickest and softest.

It was Bai Weiwei's deliberate choice.

She wasn't actually in a daze, after all, there were hundreds of thousands of novels waiting for her in the system database.

There are tens of thousands of movies and TV works to watch.

When necessary, you can also use your spirit to play games with the system.

Although it was silent, it was wonderful.

After a few days like this, the system suddenly said, "I seem to smell something."

Bai Weiwei lowered her head and was watching "The History of Dog Man's Blood and Tears Chasing His Wife" with dark circles under his eyes.

Seeing the key.

The dog man knelt down and shed tears and hugged the female lead's thigh.

"I was wrong, Cuihua, please forgive me."

"Gouzhu, it's too late, I have the baby of the iron next door."

Wonderful flip scene.

Extremely infectious, Bai Weiwei had to desperately control her facial expressions, so she didn't show a silvery smile.

She answered the system casually: "I'm not brewing a smell to attract Yu Shaoyun's dog bee?"

Just when I was about to see the hostess kick the dog post away with one foot, and then fell down and miscarried.

In Bai Weiwei's sight, a pair of feet appeared.

Wearing black cloth shoes, the upper is hand-embroidered with dark silver patterns so faint that it is almost invisible, which is beautiful bamboo.

She was startled, and immediately put away the iron egg Cuihua dog column in her mind.

Then his eyes were covered with mist, and he slowly lifted up.

Beautiful and subtle navy blue silk trousers, smooth and soft, designed to be a more modern Tang suit, also of the same color.

This man likes Chinese things.

Even every move is the subtle elegance of the East.

In the end, her eyes came to Yu Shaoyun's face.

Yu Shaoyun's facial expression was still light, and there was no ups and downs in his emotions.

There was a strange tension in his soft eyes.

Bai Weiwei pursed her lips, as if she couldn't bear his solemn eyes.

Finally, the man above his head had a very calm voice.

"How long have you been without a bath?"

Bai Weiwei lowered her head, her fingernails on her knees turned white.

It seemed that his questioning tone made her very uncomfortable.

And she doesn't seem to understand the meaning of this sentence.

Yu Shaoyun stared silently at the top of her messy and thick hair. The messy hair was not combed, and it was hanging down in such a mess.

She covered her face, revealing her tender red lips, which were as white as the chin.

Brilliantly rotten.

Yu Shaoyun bent over suddenly, reached out and grabbed her arm, lifted her up easily, and then dragged her forward.

Bai Weiwei stumbled and followed him.

Although his steps staggered, he did not mean to resist at all.

He came to the bathroom.

The bathroom is western style and the bathtub is big.

He let her stand aside with a blank face, then turned on the hot water, which flowed into the bathtub.

Yu Shaoyun rolled up his silky sleeves, revealing his strong and fair arms, and then put his hands directly into the hot water to test the temperature of the water.

Make sure the water temperature is good.

He looked back at the girl standing blankly, frowning rarely, as if troubled by something.

"Can you take a shower by yourself?"

When Bai Weiwei was about to take a step forward and nod her head.

Yu Shaoyun glanced at her, and there was a strange and uneasy feeling in his eyes.

He curled his thin lips and said as if troubled: "It seems that you can't wash it?"