The soft white moonlight of the paranoid gangster at 80

Although Ruan Qingqing repeatedly stated that she could go upstairs alone, Jiang Chen insisted on sending her up.

When going upstairs, Jiang Chen walked in front and she walked in the back. The two of them interlocked their fingers and went up one level at a time. Ruan Qingqing had the illusion that she was a child led home by her parents. Also filled with unspeakable sweet joy.

At the door of the house, Jiang Chen didn't leave, and looked at her with dark eyes, like a dog waiting to be brought home by its owner.

Ruan Qingqing had no choice but to let him in.

This is the second time Jiang Chen has stepped into this house since the last time he visited the new home renovation.

Compared with the clean and tidy place just after the renovation, the house now has a lot of girly decorations and items. A large log desk is added to the corner of the balcony, which is full of painting tools and clothes. There is a cloth measuring tape scissors and the like, and there is a sewing machine next to the desk.

Probably due to negligence, the house looked a little messy, and there were even small things like paint tubes or hairpins falling on the ground.

Seeing Jiang Chen standing in the living room looking around, Ruan Qingqing couldn't help but feel hot.

"I haven't cleaned it for two days, it's a bit messy, sit down, and I'll pour water for you."

While talking, Ruan gently glanced at the sofa, only to find that clothes, dolls and pillows were piled up in a mess on the sofa, and there was no place to sit on it.

She hurriedly walked to the sofa, ready to take the clothes back to the room, Jiang Chen also came over, bent over to help her tidy up.

"Are these all to be washed?"

Hearing him ask, Ruan Qingqing couldn't help but blushed, "No."

These clothes were all taken out of the closet by her in the morning. In order to attend the opening ceremony with the most satisfactory image, she chose for a long time, so that she was in a hurry to go out and didn't bother to take the clothes back to the room.

She was ashamed to tell Jiang Chen such thoughts.

"I have no inspiration for my design work recently, and I want to learn from these clothes."

Jiang Chen nodded, grabbed her, and placed her on the sofa.

"Sister, sit down and I'll tidy up for you."

Ruan Weiwei sat on the sofa in a daze, and saw Jiang Chen squatting in front of the sofa, folding the messy clothes into small cubes one by one, and couldn't help being curious, "You know how to fold clothes?"

"I used to work in a garment factory. When the workshop was too busy, we would help out, so I learned."

"Oh."

Jiang Chen looked at her, "Sister, don't you know how to fold clothes?"

"I'm not good at folding. It seems that I will go to the workshop to practice in the future." Ruan smiled lightly.

"Need not."

Ruan Qingwei was wondering, when he heard him say, "Folding clothes is a housework, it's good that one of our family can do it in the future."

The words "our family" made Ruan Qingqing's face even hotter, "Then we can't let you do everything by yourself."

Jiang Chen looked at her with seriousness on his face, "Sister, I will do all the housework from now on, you just do what you like."

Ruan Qingqing thought it was just Jiang Chen's sweet talk to coax her, but he actually put it into action on the spot. He didn't stay idle after folding the clothes, and started to clean up the coffee table, sweeping and mopping the floor.

In Ruan Qingqing's eyes, the hard and tedious housework is as familiar and easy as eating and drinking in front of Jiang Chen.

With his cleaning, the messy house quickly becomes clean and tidy.

It's late autumn, and today is a good day for opening, Jiang Chen is wearing a dark blue suit.

But at this time, he had already taken off his suit jacket, and he was only wearing a white shirt inside. For the convenience of doing things, the sleeves of the shirt were rolled up to the elbows, and the collar button was unbuttoned to the third. He was a little messy and hung over his eyebrows and eyes. This kind of him made her feel both excited and at ease.

After finishing cleaning the living room, fine beads of sweat appeared on Jiang Chen's forehead and the tip of his nose.

Ruan gently found a new towel from the cabinet and gave it to him, "Go and wash your face."

"Ah."

Entering the bathroom, Jiang Chen didn't rush to wash his face, but carefully looked at everything in the bathroom.

There are pink toothbrushes and mouthwash cups on the washstand. The toothpaste is lemon-scented. Towels, bath towels, shower caps, and scrub cloths of various colors are hung on the hooks on the wall. The shelves on the washstand are full of There are all kinds of cute bottles and cosmetics.

For the first time, he realized that girls even smell good in the bathroom.

After washing his face, Jiang Chen wrung out the towel and turned to look at the hook on the wall.

There was a towel of the same style as the towel in his hand on the hook, and a shower cap hung next to it.

He walked over, moved the shower cap to another hook, and hung up the towel in his hand.

Seeing that the towels of the same style were hung next to each other, the corners of his mouth curled up slightly.

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When Jiang Chen came out of the bathroom, he saw the girl he liked sitting on the sofa, her round and beautiful almond eyes stared blankly at a certain place on the coffee table, and her thin white legs were hanging side by side under the sofa, looking quiet and obedient .

This is his girl, a treasure that he secretly puts in his heart and loves for so many days and nights, and even dreams of having it.

From now on, he can finally stand by her side openly, protect her, and love her.

Ruan turned his head slightly, and met the boy's fiery and focused black eyes, and his cheeks couldn't help but heat up again.

"It's getting late, why don't you go back to the shop and get busy."

Jiang Chen walked over slowly, squatting halfway in front of her, with a hint of coquettishness in his deep voice, "I just finished the housework and I'm a little tired, can I ask for a little more rest?"

Ruan was slightly amused, patted the sofa, and said in a soft voice, "Then sit down for a while."

Jiang Chen sat down beside her.

I don't know if the legs are so long that there is nowhere to put them. When Jiang Chen sat down, his knees met hers, and he didn't intend to retract them.

Through the thin fabric, the heat from his legs was continuously transmitted to her body.

The air seemed to be getting stuffy.

Obviously it's her home, her sofa, but Ruan Qingqing feels like her days are like years, her heartbeat is not normal, fast and slow.

Although her attention fell on the coffee table in front of her, she could see him looking at her out of the corner of her eye.

After the relationship between the two escalated from neighbors to boyfriend and girlfriend, getting along seemed inexplicably stiff.

Jiang Chen has been looking at her, so he can naturally see her nervousness and discomfort, and he also knows that she must not have adapted to the change in their relationship.

Rationally, he should leave now, give her the space and time to be alone, and accept the existence of his boyfriend.

But he really wants to stay with her for a while, even if he just looks at her silently without saying a word, he still feels satisfied and happy.

Between staying with her and her comfort, Jiang Chen made a compromise choice.

"Sister, let's go out and eat something, and I'll go back after eating."

Ruan Weiwei looked at his watch subconsciously, "Is it now? It's only three o'clock."

Jiang Chen paused when he got up, and a gentle smile appeared in his black eyes, "Whether to stay at home with me or go out with me, my sister chooses."

Ruan stood up with a warm face, "Then let's go, get out."

Jiang Chen sat without moving, but stretched out his left hand towards her with a lazy voice.

"I'm a little tired, sister give me a hand."

Ruan stretched out his hand gently.

Jiang Chen stood up with her weak strength, but the moment he stood up, he leaned forward and embraced her with his arms.

"Sister, I miss you so much."

The boy's unique and hoarse voice was like a feather gently scraping over the eardrums, making Ruan gently feel itchy in his ears.

She leaned gently in the generous and warm embrace of the other party, the tip of her nose was filled with the other party's breath, like the aroma of musk mixed with washing powder, mixed with a faint smell of tobacco.

Such a hug made her feel that the heartbeats of the two were fused together.

It also made her suddenly realize that getting close and intimate with the person she likes does not feel discomfort and nausea, but only pleasure and sweetness.

The sweetness of these chapters will be a bit beyond the standard, um.