Ye Shichuan looked at the light dark circles under the eyelids of the girl, and the voice was unknowingly let go: "Nian Nian, know where the hair dryer is placed?"

Qiao Nian didn't sleep all night, it was really very sleepy, not to mention that he had to help her wipe her hair with one without matching, it made people want to sleep.

He heard the words barely of the spirit, and pointed to the direction of the bathroom: "over there."

Qiao Nian was afraid he couldn't find it, and added lazily: "In the bathroom drawer."

Ye Shichuan quickly went to the bathroom drawer to find a hair dryer, inserted the power, chose a warm air in the first gear, stood behind her again, and patiently helped her blow her hair.

Qiao Nian was drowsy, and the warm warm wind blown on her hair, and she wanted to sleep even more.

In order to avoid sleeping in the past, she beating her spirit and thought about it, "Yes, Lord, what clothes do I wait for?"

Her name was the more and more smooth, but she did not care about their respect. Every time she called the name, she always picked a hint of interest, like a small hook hidden, and she didn't know.

Ye Shichuan breathed slightly, and returned to normal. She pulled her black hair and slipped into the brow bone. She slowly changed her hair with a hair dryer and helped her blow her hair.

Qiao Nian's eyes finally opened a little, and glanced at him, aroused the corners of his mouth, and lazily: "Look at me? Look at me that I usually wear it."

"A sweater or hat shirt, as long as you don't think I wear this way to see the elders is too casual, I don't care."

She was wearing these anyway. Before that, Shen Qiongzhi always said that she was dull. It was not as vigorous as Qiao Qiao, and she couldn't take it.

She doesn't know what is more suitable for seeing the elders to wear. Seeing her, she will only wear these.

Ye Zichuan blown over the top of her head, rubbing her hair with a spiny flavor: "A few people eat at noon, all your acquaintances. My aunt Ye Lan and Chen Chen, the other old man, the other old man,

. He is not serious about what you think. You know when you see it. He gets along well. If you don't care about these external things, you should be a common meal. "

"..." and Ye Lao eats a family often? Qiao Nian would not know that Ye Lao's identity thought he was talking.

That person who can go on TV when you go out.

Ye Zichuan really didn't worry about these, and continued to say in a very usual tone: "Besides, I am present, I will block you in front of you, you don’t have to worry about eating."

Qiao Nian heard his head and turned his head, and the black pupil looked at him thoughtfully, and pursed the corner of his lips and didn't speak. He seemed good to lean his eyes and stretched his eyes: "If you say it, I just wear it."

Ye Zichuan raised the corner of his mouth to help her blow her hair again and again: "I said, just wear it, how can you feel comfortable and how comfortable you feel."

Ye Ye's old house is also struggling with this issue.

Today he changed the bright Tibetan cyan -pair -pair -pair Mountain dress. He rigorously tied the tidy ironing pen of every fold of the clothes and worn it on his body.

Too much, ask the steward standing next to him.

"What does this suit look?"
Chapter completed!