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Chapter 191 Old Baby

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She quietly opened her eyes, stroked his delicate cheek with one hand, and smiled: "Are you a baby? Drink milk twice a day?"

He grabbed her hand, rubbed his cheeks a few times, and hooked the corners of his lips: "Who isn't a baby anymore?"

She laughed loudly and pinched his cheek: "It's still a thick-skinned old baby."

"What's wrong with the old baby? My dad tells my mom 'Happy Holidays, baby' every year on June [-]st."

Hearing this, Tang Xi'en laughed so hard that he couldn't straighten up, rolled around on the bed, and finally rolled into Fu Shiyu's arms, buried in his neck, laughing without temperament.

Enough laughing and talking, she sat cross-legged on the bed and asked seriously: "Then what did your dad say when he celebrated Children's Day?"

"He won't celebrate Children's Day for me."

Tang Xien was surprised: "Why?"

Fu Shiyu's tone was light: "When he celebrated Children's Day for my mother, he disliked me for being a light bulb, so he asked me to find my grandfather."

"Then how did your grandfather celebrate Children's Day for you?"

"My grandfather usually takes me to have a drink, and then go to the tea garden to listen to Beijing opera for an afternoon."

Hearing this, Tang Xien couldn't laugh anymore. He put away the smile on his face, straightened up and hugged Fu Shiyu, and patted him on the back to comfort him: "Okay, you are the delayed baby. Come on, my sister loves you."

She was wearing a cotton nightgown, and she smelled deliciously washed. Fu Shiyu hugged her tightly, buried her face in her neck, took a deep breath, and said quietly: "The delayed baby feels uncomfortable, sister Accompany me for a drink?"

His "sister" seemed to bring out all the loyalty in her heart, and she happily said, "Okay!"

He took the tray on the bedside table between the two of them.

Tang Xien looked down.

There were two cocktail glasses half full of brown liquid on the tray, and the aluminum bottle for creaming beside it.

Fu Shiyu picked up the aluminum bottle, whipped some cream into two cocktail glasses, and then gave one to Tang Xi'en.

Tang Xi'en lowered his eyes and smiled, "How much alcohol is this wine?"

"It should be more than ten degrees." Then, Fu Shiyu picked up his own glass and clinked it with her, "Come, this glass of Aries wine, I toast you."

Tang Xien took a sip, looked at the cream floating on the wine, and nodded: "It tastes good, very smooth." After speaking, he remembered something and asked, "How do you know I'm an Aries?"

Fu Shiyu also took a sip, and looked at her with deep eyes: "I saw it on your ID card."

Tang Xien nodded, took another sip, and asked, "What about you? What constellation?"

Before Fu Shiyu could answer, she suddenly realized: "I remembered, when I went to Beihai last year, I happened to meet your birthday. It was early November, so you are a Scorpio!"

"Are Scorpio and Aries compatible?"

Tang Xien shrugged and took another sip of wine: "I guess? I don't really study these things..."

They were drinking, and the dim yellow light shone on each other's faces, reflecting tenderness on each other's faces, and their eyes were as deep as stars.
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The next day.

"what!"

Fu Shiyu, who was still asleep, was jolted awake by the scream, and before he could put on his slippers, he rushed to the bathroom at a speed that broke the world record.

"Fall again..."

Before he finished speaking, he breathed a sigh of relief when he saw Tang Xi'en standing in front of the sink and slapping his face in the mirror.

Tang Xi'en turned to look at him, and said mournfully, "My face is swollen!"

With the previous experience, he didn't say anything, he consciously opened the cabinet, took out a clean towel, and put ice cubes outside.

With a icy face, Tang Xi'en read, "You can't drink any more at night."

"Okay~~" He stretched the ending sound and squeezed toothpaste to brush his teeth.

Tang Xi'en looked at him in the mirror with a youthful appearance, and said dissatisfied: "Obviously we drank together, why is it that only my face is swollen, and you are fine?"

He brushed his teeth and looked at her in the mirror.

The face is indeed swollen, but it still looks good, with a kind of delicate beauty.

Tang Xi'en was still muttering on the sidelines. He spat out the foam in his mouth and said against his will: "Actually, it's not swollen. You have collagen, which looks cute and youthful! Where is the swell? I have such good eyesight, I didn't notice any swell."

"Really?" Tang Xien looked at him suspiciously.

He lowered his head to rinse his mouth, washed his face, and wiped off the water stains on his face. When he turned around, he stretched out his hand and pinched her cheek: "Really, my eyesight is [-]:[-], and I can even see the pores on your face clearly." It's clear, but I don't see any swelling."

After finishing speaking, he slipped out of the bathroom.

Tang Xi'en looked back at the mirror again, looked at himself from various tricky angles, and muttered, "It's still swollen... like the kind of swollen you cried all night after falling out of love..."
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Seeing that he was going to be late for work, Tang Xien casually froze his face, and hurried out to make up and change clothes.

When entering the cloakroom, Fu Shiyu was standing in front of the full-length mirror putting on a tie.

She walked over and took out her suit, and just about to change it, Fu Shiyu said, "It's getting colder today, you should wear some pants."

"Oh good." She put the skirt in her hand again, and then took out a small scarlet suit.

The nightdress was taken off, and she put on a milky white retro British bra. Outside was a deep V silk shirt of the same color, with a row of buttons from the chest all the way to the lower abdomen.

The vermilion small suit with pinched waist and shoulder pads formed a strong color contrast effect with the creamy white silk shirt inside, looking stylish and elegant yet capable.

Fu Shiyu walked over and slowly scanned her whole body from top to bottom, from her delicate eyebrows to bright red lips, from her slender waist to her sexy white ankles.

He narrowed his eyes and frowned, but made no comment.

Tang Xi'en turned around in front of the full-length mirror and asked, "Doesn't it look good?"

"You look good." He walked behind her, leaned over and whispered in her ear, "You look good in whatever you wear, and I like every aspect."

Her heart was beating continuously, her face blushed, she imitated his Beijing accent, and said softly: "Me too, I like every aspect of you."

He hugged her and sighed: "Why do you think people have to work? Isn't it fun to play at home every day?"

She laughed: "Wouldn't that be 'from now on the king will not go to court early'?"

"Yes, I have to work hard to make money to build you a big house, buy bags, clothes, diamonds..."

(End of this chapter)