Chapter 51: The Secret Book of Strange Arts (10)

Lin Xiaoyao was really too scared tonight. Fu Lingyun carried her away from the police station until she returned home. She didn't wake up. Occasionally, she trembled all over, said a few vague sleeps, and fell asleep again.

Holding Lin Xiaoyao, Fu Lingyun opened the door with a key with a slight hand and saw Su Weiwei sleeping with her small pillow, curling her knees, leaning against the sofa.

Unexpectedly, Su Weiwei kept waiting for them to come back in the living room. Fu Lingyun's mouth slightly opened a curve, walked past her carefully, put the sleeping Lin Xiaoyao into the room, pulled the quilt, and pulled the curtains up.

After doing all this, Fu Lingyun turned around and returned to the living room. As soon as he reached the door, he stopped and leaned lazily against the door frame, tilted his head to look at Su Weiwei who was sleeping on the sofa.

Her long hair seemed to have just been washed, like a waterfall, dripping and hanging behind her head. Her face was still beautiful and melancholy, and even her brows were slightly frowning when she fell asleep.

Maybe she was considering that Fu Lingyun was at home, so Su Weiwei wore a knee-length pink sleeping shirt, but she was used to curling herself into a ball when she was sleeping. At this time, her long and slender legs were slightly shrunk together, and they were placed on one end of the sofa, and they were placed in the direction of Fu Lingyun. The knee-length pajamas could no longer block the wind and light exposure...

"Red lace 丨slim inner 丨…"

Fu Lingyun blushed, and a swaying look flashed across his face. The little j丨j was gradually lifting up.

He swears that he really didn't intend to stand in this excellent position, trying to peek at the scenery between the other party's legs...

If you continue to look at it, you will definitely be unable to resist the crime. Fu Lingyun endured the rush in his heart and took a glass of cold water to drink it. This made him much better.

It was almost two o'clock in the morning. Ye Feng was cold and cold. Fu Lingyun took a blanket from the room, walked to Su Weiwei, looked for a while, and then reached out to put her hands on her body.

Perhaps because Fu Lingyun's hands and feet were not delicate enough, Su Weiwei was awakened. As soon as she opened her beautiful eyes, she saw Fu Lingyun leaning beside her. She was shocked. When she wanted to struggle, she found the blanket in Fu Lingyun's hand.

"You sleep like this, it is easy to catch a cold." Fu Lingyun said softly. For the woman in front of him, he always felt that his heart was also infected and melted by the other party, and it turned into soft water.

"Thank you...when did you come back? Where is Xiaoyao?" Su Weiwei reached out to take the blanket.

"I just came back, and that girl was sleeping in the room!" Fu Lingyun sat on the sofa, less than ten centimeters away from Su Weiwei.

Su Weiwei's body trembled and closed her slender legs a little again. She was still a little cautious about Fu Lingyun. She asked, "What happened before? Xiaoyao's phone was turned off. No one answered the phone call. I'm really worried that something happened to you."

Fu Lingyun didn't want Su Weiwei to be more worried about the bloody incident tonight, so she lied and said, "It's nothing, don't worry, Xiaoyao has a classmate on her birthday and she had a too late, so I went to pick her up in person."

"Hey, this girl is good at everything, she's just a little wild. I'm really troubled you."

"If you have any trouble, everyone is under the same roof, it is appropriate to take care of each other. Besides, her dad and I are life-and-death comrades-in-arms." Fu Lingyun said to Su Weiwei as relaxed as possible.
Chapter completed!