Chapter 2638 Uncle's Autistic Girl (22)

Door closed again.

Bai Weiwei reached out and brushed her hair, then began to wash it.

She didn't take a bath for so many days, in fact, she also despised herself.

Isn't this a last resort in order to create more opportunities to get along?

Bai Weiwei called the system while washing.

What is the follow-up of the dog man's history of chasing his wife and blood and tears?

All smashed: "Being blocked, disturbed."

Yu Shaoyun, who was walking out, stopped at the door, and then he reached out and slowly touched his forehead.

Wet fingers, with a hint of coolness.

Let his eyes gradually calm down.

Under the white light, the man still walked gracefully and left the bathroom step by step.

But when he turned around the screen, the man stretched out his hand and pressed his slender fingertips lightly on his lips, as if he was tasting something.

[Ding, the male protagonist's favorability is fifteen. 】

Bai Weiwei changed into the clothes that the maid brought.

It is also Chinese silk home clothes.

If not going out, Yu Shaoyun rarely wears Western-style clothes.

He likes silk.

Especially good silk.

These are terribly expensive fabrics.

He likes to collect silk items, including vintage clothing.

Both men and women, as long as the colors are special enough, the things are worth buying.

The clothes for Bai Weiwei were taken from his silk storage.

A cheongsam.

Begonia red cheongsam just fits Bai Weiwei's figure.

Her hair full of ink like a waterfall fell behind her, and the begonia red on her body was charming and soft.

Neutralize some of her cowardice.

On the contrary, it just appeared that this eighteen-year-old child just happened to be in full bloom like a red begonia on the branch.

Delicate and delicate.

The too stunning dress made Yu Shaoyun in a rare daze for a while.

For the eccentric man who likes to collect silk and even clothing, a strange restlessness surged up in his heart for the first time.

It seems that he has a bad problem with collecting women's silk clothes.

They were all prepared for this moment.

[Ding, the male protagonist's favorability is 18. 】

Bai Weiwei looked at him blankly, not knowing where the heat in his eyes came from.

He didn't move.

She didn't dare to move.

It seems that the uncle has been staring at her, just like staring at braised pork.

Bai Weiwei hesitated, took a step back, trying to stay away from him.

Yu Shaoyun also woke up from the shock.

His expression was a little tense, but he didn't lose his temper.

I glanced at the time, eleven o'clock.

This is Yu Shaoyun's rest time.

So he stood up, dropped the book in his hand, and got ready to sleep.

But Bai Weiwei was relieved, took a few steps back, shrank back into her corner, and sat on the soft carpet.

Continue to read the novel of the history of blood and tears of the dog man.

The dog man was slapped in the face, the company went bankrupt, and was beaten by the female owner with a whip...

The plot of the story is really ups and downs, and the blood is incisively and vividly.

This novel cannot be tolerated without being popular.

Bai Weiwei read the novel, and fell asleep after reading it.

I got enough favorability today, but the time is yet to be determined.

It doesn't matter how much time it takes to go.

Brush slowly.

The dog man Yu Shaoyun should be sleeping on the big bed. She shrunk in the corner. Although she was soft, she slept very hard.

No matter how hard she worked, she still fell asleep.

Time passed by.

At one point, the man on the big bed on the other side of the screen in the room finally got up.

His clothes were wrinkled, as if they had been turned over and over.

There are also rare strands of hair curled up.

The man stepped over the screen and saw a small figure curled up in the corner.

Indescribably poor.

He has no sympathy.

But she was wearing the clothes she treasured, so cuddly.

When I wake up tomorrow, my clothes are basically useless.

In fact, there are so many lady's pajamas and maid's clothes that she can wear any one.

Yu Shaoyun did not give it.

He vaguely knew the dark little thoughts in his heart.

But just...the moment I saw her, my heart throbbed with amazement.

Let him start producing, if you treat her as silk, put it in a box and put it in the treasure chest.

Inexplicable thought.

He scoffed.

Yu Shaoyun walked in front of her, and darkness fell on most of his face, making the man who was usually as elegant as bamboo add a few gloomy ghosts.

Then he bent over and ran his fingers over the cheongsam on her body.

Beautiful color, silky fabric.

Just like the skin on her neck, there is a kind of crazy magic.