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The master bedroom in the mansion is designed with logs, with warm and concise colors, generous and decent.

There are no gaps in the large pieces of log floor, as if it was originally a whole, the natural patterns are linked together, which is very natural.

The cold moonlight poured in, as if it had some temperature, and it became the best light.

After taking a shower, Zhang Xiaojian leaned against the solid wood bed with a bath towel, bathed in the moonlight, and looked at the scenery outside the window. It seemed safe and quiet, but in fact, if you look closely, you will find that his ears will always move slightly. , Is listening to the particularly obvious sound of running water in a quiet room.

Hmm... the sound stopped.

It means Mo Zhu is coming out.

But soon, Zhang Xiaojian found that he was thinking too much

Women always have various troubles in bathing. Even if the shower has been turned off, they still have a lot of things to do.

For example, give yourself a face massage, for example, apply some skin care products, for example, do a mind building...

Zhang Xiaojian waited for another half an hour, Pan Xing Pan Moon heard the door opening, so he turned his head, looked in front of the open door, put his chin on the soft bed, and his eyes became bright like a husky. .

Ye Mozhu came from the moonlight, wearing white slippers, a pair of long legs with some water droplets straight and slender, the bath towel wrapped her bumpy figure, not wrapped around the clavicle that was like a cornice.

Her hydrated face was rosy, like baby-like skin, and her black-and-white eyes saw Zhang Xiaojian's salivating appearance and smiled: "It may not be possible today."

Zhang Xiaojian: "..."

It feels like a bolt from the blue, because he knows that under normal circumstances, when this sentence is translated, it is my period.

Fine....

Zhang Xiaojian could only use the days to come to comfort himself, so he kept his current posture and didn't drag Ye Mozhu into the bed in a hurry.

Ye Mozhu opened the closet next to the bed, took out the sheet he had brought in Jiangcheng, carefully laid it out on the bed, and pulled the four corners to make it look more tidy.

"I will buy two more sets of four-piece tomorrow." She bent one leg and pressed it on the bed, turning her head to say seriously to Zhang Xiaojian.

Zhang Xiaojian nodded mechanically, watching Ye Mozhu's long legs bend, feeling a little beautiful and white, and then rolled his eyes.

Ye Mozhu smiled and got into the bed, covering himself tightly, then moved to the bedside, face to face watching Zhang Xiao's smile grow stronger.

Zhang Xiaojian said: "Why are you smiling, can you see the resentment in my eyes?"

Ye Mozhu stretched out his arm, squeezed his face, and said, "Isn't the expression in your eyes wanting?"

Zhang Xiaojian: "..., nonsense." Then he pecked her lips gently.

Ye Mozhu smiled even more, picked up the remote control on the bedside table and pressed the button.

The sound of the chute came, and the six-and-a-half-meter-long white gauze curtain gradually closed, blocking the moonlight and unable to stop Ye Mozhu's winking eyes.

Zhang Xiaojian's chin rested on the bed, and she could clearly see the changes in her eyes. They were pure as the surface of a lake, but at this time, it seemed that a small stone was thrown, and the ripples rippled quickly.

Zhang Xiaojian hurriedly coughed: "Don't look at me like this, I can't bear this look... I have to hold back."

Ye Mozhu's eyes curled, with a smile, he held Zhang Xiaojian's face with both hands, and squeezed it together.

Zhang Xiaojian let her torment her, muttering: "Am I cute?"

Ye Mozhu nodded earnestly: "Yes, it's so silly and cute, you believe what I say."

Zhang Xiaojian: "..." Suddenly realized that he seemed to have been deceived, and like a fool, lying on the bedside, constantly telling himself to calm down.

It's just...is that true?Not sure yet...

Innocent Zhang Xiaojian: "So?"

"So are you a fool?" Ye Mozhu smiled mischievously and scratched Zhang Xiaojian's nose.

Hearing this, Zhang Xiaojian raised his brows, lifted the quilt with one hand, and jumped in depth, and then felt warm, nephrite in his arms.

Ye Mozhu entangled him, lying on his chest like a kitten: "There is a small silver box in the first drawer of the bedside table."

"Ok?"

"The silver box contains your little secret."

Zhang Xiaojian let out an "Oh", thinking of the various brands he had bought... and then he didn't get it, but turned up and kissed again.

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There was no wind or snow tonight, but there was a blizzard like the previous night in the mansion.

Zhang Xiaojian finally fulfilled his long-cherished wish when he drove to Ning Yuan, but Ye Mozhu almost bit his lip.

When the morning sun came to the master bedroom through the white gauze curtain, Zhang Xiaojian in his sleep woke up slowly, only to find that he was holding a pillow instead of Mozhu.

He rubbed his sleepy eyes, found a pair of shorts, put his feet on the ground, and clicked on the remote control. The veil in front of him opened, the sun was more dazzling, the snow scene was silvery white, and the farthest city was not The neon flashes again, and the stillness is like a picture scroll spread out in front of the eyes.

I jumped up inexplicably, and the sleepiness gradually disappeared in my consciousness.

Zhang Xiaojian put on his slippers, came to the window, stretched his waist, suddenly imagined a sand sculpture shouting that today is another day full of vitality, but in the end he still didn't say anything.

Entering the bathroom, he took a shower directly, found the bathrobe and fastened it around his waist. Listening to the sound, Zhang Xiaojian went all the way downstairs to the hall on the first floor and saw Ye Mozhu in front of the open western-style kitchen.

Ye Mozhu is wearing his white shirt. Since the size is not too big, the bottom of the shirt covers only the roots of his legs. The exposed long legs are evenly slender, and he has a pair of white slippers under his feet.

She seemed to have her long hair rolled up casually caught by a cute white hairpin, and her hair on her temples was pinned to her ears.

The sunlight cast from the side, reflecting her long legs white to glowing, and also reflecting her perfect side face white to translucent. What attracted Zhang Xiaojian was the appearance of a cook who was serious about cooking.

When Ye Mozhu divided the tomato into four and made a beautiful shape, Zhang Xiaojian came to her and hugged her from the back again, and then put his chin on her shoulder. The appearance of waking up.

With a smile on his face, Ye Mozhu put the tomatoes on a plate, looked at the two loving breakfasts on the table and said: "Eat."

Zhang Xiaojian didn't let go, and said shamelessly: "Mo Zhu, have you ever heard an old saying..."

Ye Mozhu tilted his head, watching him smile and interrupted: "I have an ominous premonition."

Zhang Xiaojian coughed and said first: "Let me finish talking first."

"You say you say."

"The first half of this old saying is that the plan for a year lies in spring."

Ye Mozhu's pretty face blushed, not thinking of the second half of the sentence, but feeling that his shirt was lifted...At this moment, the second half of Zhang Xiaojian's sentence came: "The plan for a day lies in the morning."

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