A few men in black suits standing at the door saw Jiu Shao carrying a creature suspected of a woman from a distance, and they were almost shocked that they almost fell off the floor.

Everyone looked at each other, some unbelievable, isn't Jiu Xiao always non-sexy?

At this time, Jiu Shao came over holding some people, several people quickly hung their heads, and treated them with indecent assault, with a sincere voice: "Jiu Shao!"

Si Yizhen ignored them, strode into Jiayuan with Wen Xinya steps, and headed for the elevator. There were always people saluting along the way.

Nuan Ya narrowed her head in his windbreaker collar and said dumbly, "Si Yizhen, Jiayuan is one of your industries. It's really prestigious!"

Her tone seemed to be stained with frost, slightly condensed, with a hint of coldness, and the arrogant Jean Si was stiff.

Warm and ya felt his slightly stiff body, his face was pale, and he could not guess the true idea.

The silence spread, the elevator was right in front of him, and Si Yi was relieved, pressed the elevator, and entered the elevator with warmth and elegance.

When the elevator doors were closed, in the small and tight space, the quiet atmosphere brought an asphyxiating suffocation. Looking at the closed door of the elevator, the red numbers that were constantly jumping made him have a kind of The illusion of degrees and seconds.

"Xinya ..." He tried to explain, but he didn't know what to say, but he did n’t know anything about her, but she did n’t ask a lot of things, and he did n’t know where to go. Speaking.

"Ding!" The elevator door suddenly opened.

Si Yixi was relieved, holding the Wen Xinya out of the elevator, went directly to his special room in Jiayuan.

Wen Xinya quilt Si Yizhen put on the sofa.

The soft sofa is her favorite feeling.

Si Yichi whispered, "I'll go and put you in the bath water. You just blew the cold wind and took a hot bath to get rid of the cold."

With that said, he didn't wait for Wen Xinya to say anything, and turned to the bathroom.

Wen Xinya look at the decoration style of the room. This classic and comfortable decoration style is also her favorite. The lamp with the rose flower branch on the ceiling is also her idea. She just mentioned it casually. remember.

She turned to the bookshelf near the fireplace. There were some ancient books on the bookshelf. She took a random look at the book, and saw that Si Yizhen's beautiful, rounded, sharp lowercase characters were hidden in the book. There are few places for annotations, and some concise comprehension. The books that made her feel obscure and difficult to understand, even look so simple and transparent.

She couldn't help looking at the books.

Soon, Si Yizhen came out of the bathroom: "The water is ready, go and take a shower!"

Wen Xinya put the book back to its original position, turned and walked towards the bathroom.

When I entered the bathroom, I did n’t even try the warm water temperature, so I took off my clothes and soaked in the water. The warm water seemed to penetrate every pore of her body in an instant, driving away the coldness in her body. Warm and comfortable.

Wen Xinya soaked up for about twenty minutes, and a dark blue velvet bathrobe was neatly placed in the basket. Obviously, it was prepared by Si Yichen for her, but ... it was his bathrobe.

Wen Ya took the bathrobe and put it on her body. The velvet bathrobe was tightly attached to the flesh, which was very soft and soft, just like the feeling of Si Yi's thin but soft lips kissing her skin. Elegant and elegant, like bamboo, surrounded her whole person, her beautiful little face was crimson, and there was a faint enthusiasm.

She thought that it must have been a hot bath for nearly half an hour before, and it was reddish by the hot air.

Wen Xinya wearing a bathrobe, standing at the door with a pinch, checking whether the strap of the bathrobe was fastened, and then checking whether the neckline of his bathrobe was pulled apart. With a bite in his teeth, he opened the bathroom door and walked out as if dead.

Si Yizhen is not in the living room. She is Wen Xinya wearing Si Yizhen's slippers, stepping on a soft wool carpet, looking around in the large room, and finally meeting Si Yizhen in the kitchen.

Si Yizhen wore only a cyan shirt, and this picky color was worn on his body, which made him more and more like a bamboo slender and elegant, elegant and clear, tough and tough, and elegant.

At this moment, he was holding his sleeves in the kitchen to cook **** soup for her. The spicy taste of ginger, mixed with the sweet taste of brown sugar, permeated the not-so-small space. Her heart was like drinking a bowl of **** soup. It's warm.

Si Yi's skill was so powerful that Ear Cong's eyes were so clear that she hadn't even noticed standing in the kitchen door for so long.

He looked down at the **** soup in the pot, and his beautiful face was full of dignity, but it was just a bowl of **** soup, but he was so careful and careful, as if there was nothing more important than this.

This bowl of **** soup must have been cooked with all his heart.

Si Yizhen poured the boiled **** soup into a bowl and tasted it. Then he turned around holding the bowl and saw Wen Xinya standing at the door of the kitchen.

Warm and ya could not help but laughed: "Okay, Si Yizhen, you actually let me eat your saliva."

Si Yiming's beautiful eyebrows smiled, raising her eyebrows with a joke: "Do you still eat my drool?"

The warm and childish little face blushed. Thinking of their many lips and teeth entanglement and saliva fluid fusion before, she drooled a lot.

Si Yizhen came to her with Jiang Tang: "Drink Jiang Tang! You won't catch a cold when you sweat."

Warm and sweet smelling **** soup is not a good smell, the nose seems to understand her mood, selectively ignore the spicy taste of ginger, only smell a sweet taste, all of a sudden To the bottom of my heart.

She mumbled, "You must be afraid of me being sick, so you have to serve, so you cook the **** soup for me. You are so cunning, I won't let you succeed, even if I'm not sick, you have to serve me. . "It was taken for granted:" You feed me! "

"You can't do it!" Si Yizhen looked at her cheeks, straightened her face, put a spoonful of **** soup on her lips and blew them, and then she touched her lips, so she sent them to her lips without feeling hot. .

Wen Xinya looking at the delicate and thoughtful movements, his heart was a piece of sweet and sweet, opened his mouth and drank the **** soup on the lip he sent, deliberately wrinkled his nose, and complained bitterly: "It's spicy, Si Yishou you Put sugar! "

Si Yibi was dubious, and tasted half a spoonful. Although it was sweet, it was also very spicy. Xinya was always very delicate and would definitely not drink: "I will boil a bowl of more sugar."

"Oh!" Warm and Ya couldn't help laughing, snatching the small bowl in his hand, drinking **** soup with a sip of mouth: "Fool you, you believe it! Ginger soup is a taste, even if you put it No amount of sugar can cover the spicy taste. "