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Chapter 132 Sleeping
"Don't do that." Chen Yiqian moved closer to Shen Yao, tugged at her cuff lightly, a rare panic flashed across his face, "I didn't mean it, he was an unfamiliar number, I was not prepared for it."

Shen Yao was still unmoved, looking at Chen Yiqian with scrutiny: "No matter, I'm angry, make it up to me."

Chen Yiqian had just washed up, his pajamas were half open, and the water droplets gradually flowed down along the texture of his skin, making his heart itch.

Perhaps Shen Yao's gaze was too presumptuous, but he also keenly caught this scorching gaze, and inadvertently put his fingers on his waist, and the loose clothes that were originally slid down his waist.

"What are you doing? Hooligan." Shen Yao didn't believe that he was careless, he had more minds than the lotus root in this pond, every movement must have been carefully planned.

Chen Yiqian lowered his head, slightly frustrated, and replied in a low voice: "Your eyes were almost glued to me just now, I thought you liked it like this."

"Besides, I also got something out of Shen Baicheng, if you don't want to know, forget it."

He made a gesture to get off the bed, grabbed his pillow and hugged it in his arms, and was about to back away from the bed and go to the guest room.

Shen Yao raised her hand to wrap his arms around him, and stopped his movement with one hand: "Speak in detail."

This person can always pinpoint her weaknesses accurately, and then make use of them, which is too much.

"Shen Baicheng's son got sick, he came to me to borrow money, and he asked for 300 million."

300 million!
Shen Yao was shocked, she immediately put aside Chen Yiqian's point of view just now, and then she was confused, what kind of disease is it that costs 300 million.

If Shen Baicheng's initial investment is included, the number will only increase.

"His son, it's quite costly to have a serious illness."

There is no gloating or eccentric meaning, just pure emotion.

Shen Yao silently lit three candles in her heart, pretending that nothing happened.

Chen Yiqian frowned, and began to recall the scene of the last banquet.

No matter how he looked at it, he thought it was a little strange. A few days ago, Shen Baicheng's son didn't look sick when he ran over to point someone's nose and scold him.

"Do you have any eyebrows?"

Hearing Shen Yao's question, Chen Yiqian shook his head calmly, then rearranged his pillows on the bed, and patted the vacant bed beside him.

He is not the roundworm in Shen Baicheng's stomach, how could he have any clues.

If he has the ability to observe people's hearts like this, then he can walk sideways in the mall.

Shen Yao stuffed herself into the bed, and deliberately compacted the corners.

Under her strong request, Chen Yiqian finally agreed to put two quilts on one bed.

But every next morning, someone's quilt would magically fall under the bed, and she would also be miraculously held in Chen Yiqian's arms.

"You don't sleep well, and the temperature cools down again at night. It's not normal for you to dawdle towards me."

In Shen Yao's mind, Chen Yiqian recalled every morning that Chen Yiqian raised his head and lazily said that he didn't sleep well, so he wanted to throw the pillow directly on his face.

Although it looks very seductive, but every day I can remember to seriously criticize myself for not sleeping well, and my handsome face gradually becomes boring.

"It's done, we're all married, and we're still doing this." Chen Yiqian looked at the quilt that was completely pressed under him, and completely lost the thought of stealing someone into his quilt in the middle of the night.

He simply stopped engaging in this set of silly things with Shen Yao, stretched out his long arms, and directly sent the person into his arms with the quilt.

Shen Yao just wanted to break free from the quilt, but suddenly realized that she was too serious about the work just now, and the quilt had already surrounded her, making her unable to move.

"Chen Yiqian, I can't breathe anymore!"

Chen Yiqian smiled, and threw Shen Yao's face out of the quilt, with a little helplessness on his face.

Why are you so stupid, you can suffocate yourself even if you cover yourself with a quilt.

"Are you ready?" Chen Yiqian asked in a low voice, carefully pinning the scattered forehead hair beside Shen Yao's cheeks behind her ears.

Her eyes were slightly red because of depression, and her cheeks were flushed, as if she had just applied a layer of blush, like a carefully packaged pink apple in the store, so crisp that it seemed to be able to flow out sweet juice.

Chen Yiqian didn't open his eyelids, didn't dare to look at Shen Yao again, and pulled Shen Yao out of the quilt like a rice dumpling, wrapping him in his arms.

Shen Yao's leg just happened to be drooping on his waist, she was about to withdraw quickly, but Chen Yiqian grabbed her ankle, and gently rubbed it with her thumb.

"Don't move."

There were a few traces of hoarseness in his voice, which revealed deep tiredness, Shen Yao didn't dare to move any more, so she had to force herself to fall asleep in this awkward position.

　I can't take it anymore, I want to sleep when they sleep!I have a big bed by myself!

　　
　
(End of this chapter)