Then, they washed up and climbed to bed.
These two people, like a pair of old husband and wife, find nothing strange about laying in bed together
Fu Ting Chuan habitually tunes in to the CCTV-5 sports channel. He likes football and has a favorite team, FC Barcelona.
When the ball is lost, he would curse out a word. When his favorite player successfully scored a goal, he would cry out in excitement.
Of course, there is now a new way to celebrate. That is, kiss the girl’s cheek at his side, loud and clear.
Jiang Tiao’s reaction toward this is generally:
A long silence.
In this way, Fu Ting Chuan is no different from any ordinary man.
Jiang Tiao is looking through Weibo as usual. Browsing, scrolling, brushing through news….all of them are about the person next to her.
It’s a marvelous feeling.
In the past
In the picture that she opened, he is wearing a suit showing a dignified appearance and excellent temperament. And the person next to her who is within arms reach is dressed informally in a pair of loose pajamas.
His bangs are softly hanging on his forehead with no shape at all.
His facial features are still handsome and extraordinary.
But there is no doubt she is the one who is most clear about his authentic look.
God is good, Yue Lao* is good.
T/N: Yue Lao (月老) = God of Marriage/Matchmaker
Jiang Tiao inwardly clasped her hand together. Thank you, Universe, for sending him to me.
When refreshing Weibo, a tone will always sound.
The tone that sounded one after another attracted Fu Ting Chuan’s attention. He turned down the volume of the TV and gazed at Jiang Tiao.
Her back is facing him while she looks at her mobile screen. The dimple on the corner of her lips revealed itself as she smiled.
What is she looking at? Fu Ting Chuan leaned in close.
Feeling a man’s shadow shrouding her, she quickly reacted and turned off the screen.
“Why so nervous?” He stopped by her ear and asked.
The man’s breath was hot causing her heart to palpitate, “I’m not. I thought you were going to sleep.”
“Don’t be afraid.” His voice carried a slight smile, “Tonight…..we both need a good night’s rest.”
“Oh.” Jiang Tiao rolled her eyes. Old pervert.
Jiang Tiao is too fragrant. No, in fact, it is not too fragrant. It is not perfume, it is the faint scent of shower gel. The fresh and fragrant scent slightly caught on his nose, hooking his heart.
Attracting people in.
Fu Ting Chuan who was a few inches away asked, “How did you know I am attending an awards ceremony tomorrow?”
Jiang Tiao turned over and faced him, “How can I not know. Didn’t I tell you before, your entire itinerary is clearly unraveled by your fans on Weibo?”
“I am right here and yet you are scrolling through Weibo all this time?” Fu Ting Chuan didn’t understand this reason.
“Yes.” Jiang Tiao answered without thinking.
He played with her hair, “You could just ask me.”
“You don’t understand.” Jiang Tiao rolled her eyes, “Even though you’re next to me, I feel greatly satisfied reading about your news.”
“What’s your Weibo?” Fu Ting Chuan seemed to have thought of something and suddenly asked.
His narrowed eyes were slightly raised up, looking very meaningful.
Jiang Tiao was on alert and moved a few centimeters away, “Why? I’m not telling you, it’s a secret.”
Judging by her reaction, she must have an alternate account.
Because her makeup account Bing is professional and cold. Its following list is 0 and it has no interaction with anyone.
“I’m just curious.” Fu Ting Chuan lightly said.
“Oh.”
“Did you follow me?”
“Of course.”
Fu Ting Chuan nodded and didn’t ask further.
The sports news began to broadcast on TV. Its content is about the World Cup.
Fu Ting Chuan adjusted the volume and revisit the evening game.
Jiang Tiao stole a peek at him. Sure enough, when it comes to football, its fans would enter a state of concentration.
After a long time, her heart finally settled down. She turned back, unlocked her phone, intending to read her novel….
The next moment,
The phone in her hand was immediately taken away.
Ah!!! Jiang Tiao was caught off guard. In her state of confusion, her hand was left empty.
Looking back, Fu Ting Chuan had already held up her phone and is seriously looking at it.
Ah!!!! God!!!!
“Give it back!!!” Jiang Tiao yelled. Her heart jumped out of her throat, and her face turned red.
She propped up intending to take back the phone but his limbs are long and he exercises regularly so he was able to dodge her without difficulty.
His originally concentrated face changed as his lips raised into an undisguised smile after seeing the content on the device.
“Fu Ting Chuan! Give it back!” She was really angry. She took a pillow and attacked him.
“Okay, okay, I’ll give it back.” Seeing that tears are about to fall from her eyes, Fu Ting Chuan handed back her phone while dodging her attacks.
“You’re so hateful.” Jiang Tiao directed her anger at him. Her eyes are red, like a little white rabbit who has been plucked clean, looking to cry at any moment.
“Don’t cry.” Fu Ting Chuan was also anxious while he tries to coax her.
Jiang Tiao grabbed the phone, her mouth forming a little pout. She stared at him with watery eyes and didn’t say anything.
“Don’t be angry, wait a moment.” Fu Ting Chuan pulled away from the cover and sat cross-legged in front of her. He rolled up his cuffs on both sides and exposed his strong arm.
He supported it on his leg and look into her eyes as he speaks.
“Take your pick. Lick whichever one you want as long as you don’t cry and be angry anymore.”
Jiang Tiao grabbed the phone, her mouth forming a little pout. She stared at him with watery eyes and didn’t say anything.
“Don’t be angry, wait a moment.” Fu Ting Chuan pulled away from the cover and sat cross-legged in front of her. He rolled up his cuffs on both sides and exposed his strong arm.
He supported it on his leg and look into her eyes as he speaks.
“Take your pick. Lick whichever one you want as long as you don’t cry and be angry anymore.”
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