Transmigrating: I Married the Male Protagonist’s Uncle

Biquge www.xbiquge.cc, after the fastest update of the book, I married the protagonist and his uncle's latest chapter!Wen Ruoshui finally understood it firsthand. When someone is unlucky, what it feels like to drink cold water and get stuck between his teeth. After tidying up the house for a day, he can move in after seeing everything fixed.

Who knew that the water pipes at home suddenly burst, and the relationship was in disrepair for a long time. At the beginning, it was the water pipes in the bathroom, followed by the kitchen, living room, and bedroom.

She called the maintenance company, and within ten minutes of work, the house became a piece of Zeguo, standing at the door of the living room, watching everything in front of her, crying.

Yan Yuanfei went home early today to see if he could help her, and also bought flowers to celebrate her housewarming.

At the entrance of the living room, the little girl stood with her back facing him, her whole body soaked, and her long wet hair was dripping with water.

It was still snowing outside, and the snow in the yard was already half a meter deep. She was alone in the cold wind, with a lonely and lonely back. She felt a pain in his heart and rushed over.

Wen Ruoshui was still waiting for the repairer to come, her clothes were soaked, and she couldn't go back home, so she could only wait outside. When she felt someone approaching, she turned her head back suddenly.

Yan Yuanfei took off his coat distressedly, put it on her body, and buckled her shoulders. His voice finally lost his former calmness and could not be refuted: "Follow me home."

Wen Ruoshui looked at the handsome face of the man in front of him. For the first time he saw him with a straight face. He was very serious and very deterrent. He said he didn't need to be forced back into his stomach by the man's eyes: " I just need to change my clothes."

She is in this state, with this embarrassed appearance, and she can't say anything to refuse. She knows that she needs a warm environment and change into dry clothes.

Otherwise, based on her physical condition, she would definitely suffer a serious illness.

Yu Bai picked up the flowerpot that Yan Yuan was not putting in the yard, and followed it. It was a pot of camellia, eighteen bachelor's degree, blooming in Zhengsheng, and it should be kept well. It will not last two hours in the snow, and it must be frozen. Up.

This Miss Wen, I don't know if she is lucky or not.

She said she was lucky, and her husband was able to show up in time when she encountered problems in the past two days.

She said that she was out of luck and was kicked out of Dongfang's house last night. Today, the water pipe in her house broke again, and the house must have been soaked. If she wants to live in again, it must be impossible without ten and a half months of repairs.

Wen Ruoshui took a hot bath and wore a man's bathrobe with the clean ebony fragrance on his body. He wrapped the quilt tightly and nestled on the sofa.

Yan Yuanfei walked over with long legs, put a warm water bag in her arms, squatted halfway in front of her, looking at her with long narrow eyes: "Let’s live with me temporarily tonight!"

Wen Ruoshui has no other way if he doesn't live with him. He can only nodded cheeky: "I'm disturbing."

Yan Yuanfei wrapped the quilt tightly for her, and his deep voice was very sexy: "Would you like me to increase the temperature?"

Wen Ruoshui is too embarrassed. He must have been possessed by bad luck recently, and always trouble him: "No, that's great."

Yan Yuanfei looked at the little girl's pale face, and even the color of her lips had turned pale, and her body was still shaking, distressed.

He really wanted to ask her why she was waiting in the yard with her clothes soaked, was she stupid?

But now he, as far as she is concerned, is nothing more than a stranger who has just met a few times, and he does not have the right to question her.

What he can do now is to help her well.

Wen Ruoshui watched the man's tall figure enter the kitchen. From her perspective, she could see everything in the semi-open kitchen.

The appearance of a gentleman, Zhilan Yushu, the evaluation of him by the people in Beijing is really not bad at all.

His every move seemed to her with a fatal attraction, making her heart beat faster, but she did not dare to show it.

Do you like this feeling?

It turned out that when I met the right person, I met the person I liked, my heart would really hit the deer, just like she is now.

After a short while, Yan Yuanfei came out of the kitchen and brought a bowl of ginger soup to her: "Give me the thermometer first, and then drink this."

Wen Ruoshui glanced at the man in a daze, gave him the thermometer obediently, took the bowl in his hand, held it in both hands, and drank it.

Due to personal experience, she has never been picky eaters, no matter how unpalatable, she can swallow it, even if she doesn't like the taste of ginger, she can still drink it cleanly.

Yan Yuanfei clearly saw the little girl frown, as if drinking medicine, drank the ginger soup in one breath, and stuffed her with a candy.

Wen Ruoshui's heart trembled slightly, and his eyes felt a little hot. Holding the candy in his hand, he slowly opened it and put it in his mouth.

The taste of ginger is still there, and the sugar is not very sweet. If it is sweet and sour, the plum sugar will quickly mask the flavor left by the ginger soup, leaving only the sweet and sour taste.

She suddenly felt a choking in her throat and looked at him gratefully, with a slightly hoarse voice: "Thank you."

Yan Yuanfei has looked at the thermometer and hasn't had a fever, but after all, she is wet. I don't know how long she has been standing in the cold wind, or if her body hasn't reacted yet. When she heard her kind words, she was inexplicably panicked: "Don't be so polite with me."

Wen Ruoshui watched him walk away with the empty bowl with the thermometer, and hugged the warm water bag in her arms. She didn't know why, she always felt like he was angry.

Yan Yuan is not good at making simple noodles, not even more complicated dishes.

The dinner was delivered by Shidingxuan, the top private restaurant in Beijing, where the chefs are all state banquet chefs, and the dishes are naturally exquisite and delicious.

Wen Ruoshui didn't eat much for dinner, and had no appetite. Before going to bed, she took cold and fever-reducing medicines just in case.

But even so, she still had a fever. She burned in a daze in the middle of the night. She felt that her body seemed to be roasted in a fire for a while, and then it seemed to fall into an ice hole. Suffering.

Her mouth was terribly dry, and her throat seemed to be dry and cracked. She leaned forward to the living room to find water.

But I was unfamiliar with this place, and it burned silly. After searching for a long time, I couldn't find the refrigerator. Finally, I found the kitchen and opened the faucet to drink water.

Yan Yuan didn't sleep lightly. Hearing the movement in the living room, he was busy putting on clothes and got up. When she arrived in the living room, she saw her holding the tap water from the faucet and sending it to her mouth, and rushed up: "Water!"

Wen Ruoshui turned his head and looked at the man rushing towards him with a straight face, his aggrieved mouth was flat, and his voice was very dumb: "I am thirsty."