Facial Paralysis Husband, Good Morning

Gu Nian: "..."

Gu Nian's face turned red instantly, and her head was on fire.

She didn't dare to look at Chu Zhaoyang at all. He said just be steady.

She thought he said a kiss would be enough, but she foolishly actually kissed him.

She didn't even dare to look at Chu Zhaoyang.

This man must be looking at her with a particularly teasing look now!

Gu Nian fell back on the bed, pulled up the quilt and completely covered her face.

Feeling that he was tugging on the quilt, Gu Nian clung to it even more tightly.

Chu Zhaoyang said coaxingly and coaxingly: "Don't stuff yourself, you'll suffer."

Gu Nian shook her head under the quilt, regardless of whether he could see it or not.

Chu Zhaoyang was helpless, but when he looked at Gu Nian, his eyes were filled with favor and tolerance.

"Be good, show your face." Chu Zhaoyang advised, "The cotton in the quilt is not good, it smells like cotton, and it's heavy."

"You're laughing at me." Gu Nian's voice came from under the quilt.

Multily, delicately.

Chu Zhaoyang: "..."

It's really unjust.

"I'm not laughing at you." Chu Zhaoyang said patiently.

Gu Nian whined twice inside, and Chu Zhaoyang laughed. He simply leaned down, looked at her head through the quilt, and kept shouting: "Nian Nian, Nian Nian."

Ignoring her thoughts, Chu Zhaoyang paused and secretly looked back at Mu Lanshu.

Still sleeping.

So, his ears were red, and he kept shouting: "Good baby, good baby, pull the quilt away quickly, be good."

"Stop calling, it's so numb." Gu Nian muttered. She was not a three-year-old child.

Chu Zhaoyang's lips became softer and softer, as if he was addicted to it: "Good baby?"

Had it not been for the fact that her ears were still red, calling her that would really have no effect on him at all.

Gu Nian finally couldn't bear it anymore and let go.

Chu Zhaoyang pulled down the quilt and saw her red face exposed.

She didn't know whether it's because she stuffed in the quilt or because she's embarrassed by him.

He lowered his head and kissed her on the lips.

Pushing it against her lips, he called with unfinished meaning: "Good baby."

"Stop…stop calling me that." It's so embarrassing.

Gu Nian pouted, and as a result, it was easier for Chu Zhaoyang to kiss her.

"Can I call you this from now on?" Chu Zhaoyang asked softly.

There were too many people calling her Nian Nian.

Mu Lanshu called it that, and Chu Tian also called it that.

It didn't show that he was special at all.

It's different for "Good baby", no one had ever called her that.

It's cringe...it's a bit cringe.

But if he call more, he will get used to it.

Chu Zhaoyang's red ears moved a few times as he thought.

"It's not good." Gu Nian said without thinking, "It's too disgusting."

"Just get used to it." Chu Zhaoyang looked at her blushing face and looked so obedient. She was just a good girl, "Good baby."

"You..." Gu Nian was so embarrassed by his calling that she poked his shoulder with her hand, "You're still calling, you're still calling!"

Chu Zhaoyang immediately held her poking hand: "It hurts."

Seeing that he seemed to be in real pain, Gu Nian immediately blamed herself and rubbed his shoulders: "I didn't do it on purpose, I was just in a hurry."

"Afraid of domestic violence?" Chu Zhaoyang raised his eyebrows.

Gu Nian: "..."

Gu Nian rubbed Chu Zhaoyang's shoulders to please him: "I don't dare."

Chu Zhaoyang's lips curled up: "Good baby."

Gu Nian was really afraid that he would say "good" again, but when she heard it, he just said she was good, which relieved her at least.

Unexpectedly, Chu Zhaoyang went to lower his head and kissed her forehead: "You can sleep a little longer, I will pack up and buy breakfast for you."

Just as Gu Nian nodded, he heard him say, "Good baby."

Gu Nian: "..."

She was a little out of energy to retort.

Chu Zhaoyang took out the toiletry bag from his luggage bag and went to the bathroom to wash up.

Gu Nian actually couldn't sleep anymore, so she simply got up and went over with a toiletry bag.

At this time, there were not many people in the bathroom.

Only Chu Zhaoyang and another uncle in his fifties were there.

Looking at the way Chu Zhaoyang bent over to wash up, Gu Nian felt that he was too out of place here.

But this man was able to relax and squeeze into this train together, and squeeze into this simple bathroom with others.

But still, he was still wearing a handmade custom-made suit.

Just as she was watching him in trance, Chu Zhaoyang had already washed up, with drops of water still hanging on his face.

Looking at it, there was an indescribable elegance, as bright as a jade tree with dewdrops.

"Aren't you going to sleep?" Chu Zhaoyang stood in front of her and lowered his head to ask.

He stood very close to her, almost touching her.

She could also smell the aftershave on his face and the mint flavor of the toothpaste.

Thinking that she was still slovenly and had not washed her face or brushed his teeth, she felt a little uncomfortable. She avoided Chu Zhaoyang's breath and covered her mouth slightly: "I'll go to the dining car with you later."

"What are you hiding for?" Chu Zhaoyang took off her hand covering her mouth and held it in his hand, not letting go.

"I haven't washed my face or brushed my teeth." Gu Nian lowered her head, feeling very unconfident at this time.

She didn't have time to look in the mirror just now, so she disn't know if she had eye mucus.

She was used to living with Chu Zhaoyang. When they get up in the morning, they often hang out together for a while.

She didn't even brush her teeth or wash her face, so she didn't think anything was wrong.

But every time Chu Zhaoyang tidied things up first, she would not be very confident.

"I'll clean it up for you." He said suddenly.

Gu Nian was stunned for a moment before she could react.

Without saying a word, Chu Zhaoyang lowered his head and kissed her.

It wasn't just a shallow kiss, he even reached in and brushed her lips freely.