That night, the two people only ate meals late.

After moving into this house, Zhuang Yibo has always been eaten on the coffee table in front of the sofa, because you can watch TV while eating, scattered some thoughts.

And tonight, she and Shen Wangjin sat next to the small dining table.

She was holding the rice bowl, but she almost covered her face.

Seeing this, Shen Wangjin slowly put down the chopsticks in his hand, but just sitting in the back of the chair, holding her arms quietly at her.

After this weird situation continued for a while, Zhuang Yibo finally raised his head and glanced at him.

"Why don't you eat?" She asked in a low voice.

"I wait for you to eat it before eating." Shen Wangjin said, "You don't think you think the dishes are not enough, you dare not stretch chopsticks."

Zhuang Yibo, of course, could hear what he meant. After a moment of pause, he slowly put down the bowl in his hand and started to put vegetables in his bowl.

This time, she was moving, but she just leaned forward. She held her hands on the table, and she just looked at her.

Zhuang Yippo was a little overwhelmed, and the manual holding chopsticks was not, nor was it.

In the end, she raised her hand to put her dishes into his bowl.

Shen Wangjin looked at her movement, and it seemed that she was satisfied. She picked up chopsticks again.

But before he took a bite, the doorbell suddenly rang.

The moment he heard the doorbell, Zhuang Yibo's heart couldn't control it.

She has no friends and acquaintances, knowing that the person she lives here should have only thousands of stars ... Who would come to press her doorbell so late?

She thought so, Shen Wangjin had stood up, and stepped forward to open the door.

"Wangjin! It's so good to see you! You finally come back! But tell me to worry about it!"

When Zhuang Zhonghong's voice came from outside the door, Zhuang Yibo couldn't control his eyes slowly, and then he got up and walked towards the bedroom.

"I don't intend to disturb you, mainly because Yi Bo moved out alone, and the phone could not be connected.

Zhuang Zhonghong grasped Shen Wangjin's hand and was excited, and suddenly he heard a "bang" closing sound in it.

Zhuang Zhonghong suddenly stunned there, and then took a look at the probe, and said, "Yi Bo she ... is okay?"

Shen Wangjin listened, and hooked his lips coldly, looking at him: "Frank, I want to know, is there something wrong with her."

Zhuang Zhonghong's face couldn't help but change slightly.

Nympho

Zhuang Yibo sat on his own bed, his heart beating a little fast, his face was slightly white.

She has never done such a thing. In front of people, she got up and walked away without a word.

The education she has received from a young age does not allow her to do such a move at all, but she just did it. She just did it.

She was sitting there in a fasculaating way, and the door was suddenly pushed away.

Zhuang Yibo raised his eyes suddenly, and when he saw Shen Wangjin's moment, the whole heart suddenly loosened.

Shen Wangjin slowly walked in front of her, bent down and looked at her, "It's okay?"

She nodded gently, "It's okay."

"It's really okay?" Shen Wangjin asked again.

She still nodded, but she didn't say a word again.

Shen Wangjin still didn't move. She paused for a moment, and finally couldn't help but reach out, hugging him, and buried his face between his chest and abdomen.

She didn't move, nor did she say, but Shen Wangjin still realized that she was wet.

After a long time, she finally said dumbly and said: "I have no mom and dad ..."

Shen Wangjin listened, reached out, and slowly raised her chin.
Chapter completed!