When Chu Ci said this, Xiao Xunxun felt relieved. Xiao Xiaofei's fat body was comfortable against Daddy, her face was also pressed against Daddy's neck, and she squinted her eyes and spoke with a soft and soft voice.

Chu Ci's heart was incredibly soft. Maybe the motive was impure when she was about to be fumigated, but now such a cute little guy is lying in his arms. He probably tried hard to pick it up even if he wanted to ask him for the moon.

When he arrived at the children's room, Chu Ci did not put the little guy on the bed, but sat on the small sofa and coaxed her daughter. He was afraid that she would be cold and took a small blanket to cover her.

Xiao Xunxun was so sad that she got sleepy as she talked. Her little head was resting on her father's shoulders and her little claws tightened.

When I really go to bed, my breathing is hot and I have a hint of sweetness.

Chu Ci turned her head, kissed her, hugged her for a while before putting her on the small bed, staring at her for a long time before she could bear to return to the master bedroom.

Unexpectedly, Zhao Moran woke up, and she sat at the head of the bed with a deep thought.

Chu Ci went over and patted her shoulder gently: "What are you thinking?"

Zhao Moran raised his eyes, "Have Xunxun arrived?"

"Yes." Chu Ci smiled; "I fell asleep."

Zhao Moran only stared at him.

Chu Ci rubbed her hair: "What's wrong? This is?"

She didn't say anything and lay down slowly: "Go to sleep."

Chu Ci couldn't ask again, so he lay down.

Zhao Moran carried him on her back, and she didn't sleep anymore.

She was thinking that she was compromising now, whether she was looking to reality or to feelings, and she couldn't figure out whether she liked Chu Ci a little... It would be difficult to be indifferent.

The next day, what I didn’t expect was that Zhao Moran was fine, but Chu Ci caught a cold instead.

Finally, she sent Xunxun to school. When she came back, Chu Ci sat in the living room with a little depressed look, holding a book in her hand, and she went over and said, "I heard from Zhang Ma that you haven't had breakfast yet."

‘No appetite.’ He put down the book and patted the place beside him.

She went over and sat down.

Chu Ci stared at her and said for a moment: "There is an art exhibition in the city today. Do you want to go and see it?"

Zhao Moran also looked at him and said slowly: "You should know whose art exhibition it is."

"Gu Fei?" Chu Ci smiled, "But there is also a painting painted by Gu Anxi in the art exhibition. Don't you want to go and see it?"

She was stunned.

Chu Ci's words were a big temptation for her, because Luo Lin had not made any new work for several years... She was hesitating, and Chu Ci said again: "The last day is left, really don't go?"

"Go." She blurted out before she could think of it, but after she said it, she was a little worried: "But there may be no invitation."

There is an exhibition of Luo Lin's paintings, which is not something that ordinary people can enter.

Chu Ci pulled out two thin sheets of paper from the pages of the book: "How do you look like this?"

Zhao Moran is usually very steady, but at this time she still couldn't help but smile happily.

Chu Ci stared at her face and chuckled: "Madam Chu, do you know that it's hard for you to please?"

He has been kind to her for two or three years, and he rarely has a good face to give him.

Even when the couple is closest, she will hold it and will not completely let go of herself and hand it over to him.

This made him dissatisfied. He wanted to see her really fall into emotions. He wanted to see her because of Chu Ci's intrigue. He wanted to see what she really loved someone... Not enough, far from enough. He wanted a lot.

He was anxious, and he was not anxious... One day he could melt her.

After he finished speaking, he looked at her flawlessly.

Sure enough, her face turned red, and she held the invitation in her hand for a while without making a sound.

Chu Ci couldn't bear to tease her anymore. She always patted her because she was thin-skinned and said, "Go and change your clothes."

She tried not to look happy, for fear that he would misunderstand, but Chu Ci smiled and said, "Go quickly, otherwise Luo Lin's painting might fly away."

Zhao Moran immediately ran to the locker room and poked his head out again after a while: "What color are you wearing?"

"Black and white." He looked at her: "Mrs. Chu, we are going to the art exhibition, not to attend dinner, so there is no need to be too grand."

But Zhao Moran still wore a slightly formal skirt and tied up her long hair.

In fact, she was dressed very seriously, but Chu Ci still took a look at her more.

Because the calves are really beautiful.

When he went there, Chu Ci was driving. He took the time to glance at her legs while driving, and coughed lightly: "There is no longer a skirt?"

Zhao Moran's face was a little hot and his voice was soft: "Chu Ci, I won't take you like this."

He smiled: "Why don't you take me like this?"

Zhao Moran bit his lip: She actually knew his dark thoughts, but she couldn't say them.

She didn't say that, but Chu Ci's voice was hoarse: "A husband doesn't want other men to see his wife's skin."
Chapter completed!