Reborn Aristocrat: Return of the Vicious Heiress

Wen Ya came out of the bathroom wearing a light blue suspender pajamas, but found that Si Yizhen was sitting in her room, and picked up the "Mengxi Notes" she often read.

He was wearing a light blue shirt and beige casual pants on his lower body. He was sitting there with a slim figure, standing between the heavens and the earth, thin and vigorous, not humble, Yanyan Xiu, the whole person Exudes a relaxed and elegant temperament.

A warm and subconscious glance at the light blue silk pajamas on her body, feeling some kind of ambiguous and ambiguous slowly lingering in her room, her face turned red for no reason, staring at Si Also yelled: "Why are you in my room, you go out, I'm going to sleep."

Si Yizhen casually clipped the bookmark on the table to the page that Warm and Ya had seen before, and put the book on the desk. Then she looked up at her. She was wearing a light blue suspender dress and pajamas, showing a white and beautiful neck extension. Xiang, the thin and thin lines between the jade neck are amazingly beautiful, the beautiful trivial bones, the shape with the perfect bone beauty, as if the most perfect masterpiece of heaven, a piece of skin on the chest, exudes whiteness like jade under the light Of gloss.

His eyes moved down, and she fell on her two little buns, and the smile in his eyes suddenly deepened.

"What are you looking at, stinky hooligan!" Feeling his eyes fall on his chest, her immature lady is red, subconsciously stretches out her hand to cover her chest and stares at him: "Although it is a little bit smaller, others are still young Development, will grow to 34B in the future. "

She was 34B in the last life. Although it can't be compared with those of Bo Ba, but it's also ********, wait ... what is she talking about! Why must we tell him this!

The warm, childlike face turned red all of a sudden, and there was a sense of self-compliance. I wished to bite my tongue. His wife was ashamed, and she was ashamed of herself.

"Um! I know, you are still young and will grow up to reach 34D." Si Yizhang's lips were exposed, and Li Li's eyes were full of smiles.

For women, 34 is a number representing the coexistence of mysterious **** elegance and charm. 34D is the most perfect body curve for women. The beauty of a woman's body is not measured by size, but by perfection ... her bone development is very Perfect, the beauty and perfection of the figure can be expected in the future.

"I don't grow 34D. What does it have to do with you?" Wen Xinya, angry and shameful, "Yes, Master Si also knows that 34D is the most perfect figure for Oriental women. It seems you have a deep understanding of this aspect!" Then she stared at her with a sneer and sighed: "It's cruel, bad embryo!"

Si Yizhen's eyes were meaningful and looked at the Wen Xinya smile: "Others have not studied, but you ..." While talking, she also looked up and down her body: "From the first day of understanding Has been studying. "

"Yeah! Indecent!" She was so Wen Xinya that she scolded her feet and scolded her feet. She felt that she was crazy, so she would talk about the physical development of a woman with an inferior lonesome boy and girl like Si Yizhen. Go out, who will allow you to break into my room casually? "

Si Yixi laughed lowly, "I didn't break in casually. He asked me to bring you the dessert."

In fact, it was He Ma who was going to serve her dessert, but he happened to pass by, so he took the job from He Ma.

She is Wen Xinya, and she always likes to make supper, but she also likes to make desserts. She has been in Mo's house for two months, but her body has grown in a circle. After that, she must fatten. .

Seeing her annoyed and staring at the dessert on the table, Si Yizhen probably understood her mind. In fact, he did not approve of girls eating dessert at night, but he was not afraid of her gaining weight, but felt that eating too many sweets at night affected the quality of sleep. : "Mom He did a good job. If you don't eat, she will be unhappy, but ..."

Wen Ya asked: "But what?"

Mr. Si also said with a smile: "If someone really doesn't want to eat, I can do it for you. Anyway, after eating the sweets, no one knows who ate it."

Wen Ya's eyes brightened and she quickly said, "Okay, you've eaten this bowl of dessert, and I will forgive you for running into my room in the middle of the night."

"Okay!" Si Yizhen picked up a bowl on the table, but three or two bowls of dessert hit the bottom.

Cozy and elegant, in fact, knows that Si Yizhen doesn't like sweets very much. He usually doesn't eat the dim sum.

Si Yizhen looked at the hair still dripping from his head, got up and picked up the wind tube and said, "Sit over, I'll blow dry your hair!"

"Oh! Okay!" He said, Wen Xinya, and felt the vest was wet and cold, and felt that the hair behind his head was a little damp and annoying. He was willing to help her blow her hair, and she was naturally willing to be lazy.

Si Yizhen turned on the fan and adjusted the temperature, so she picked up the hair that she had plucked behind her head and carefully blow her hair.

Although it is a silent fan, there is still a thin sound coming out, sobbing low in her ears, like a breeze in summer, with warmth and warmth, very comfortable.

She could feel Si Yixuan's fingers piercing her hair, her movements were very gentle, she didn't hurt her at all, she could even feel that she was being drowned by his care.

The derailed thoughts made her a little stunned, and quickly expelled the thoughts in her head.

The warm atmosphere was flowing quietly, Si Yiming whispered: "The next time you wash your hair, remember to blow dry your hair. Sleeping with wet hair is not good for your body. Not only is it easy to catch cold, but it also makes your scalp numb and painful. There will be headaches and dizziness. "

“I do n’t sleep often with wet hair, but I sometimes forget it sometimes.”

Si Yizhen said earnestly: "Occasionally."

Nuan Ya couldn't help but grumbled, "Hey! What are you doing so arrogantly, you can't do it!"

The hair had been blown dry, and Si Yizhen's fingers penetrated her hair gently, smooth and soft to the touch, and his entire heart seemed to be bound by her green silk.

"Dry hair?" Wen Ya asked in a low voice.

"Well, it's done! It's too late, you should rest early." Si Yixuan's hand was taken away from her hair, and her fingers were empty, making him feel slightly lost.

Wen Xinya looked up at him, took a deep breath and smiled: "Thank you!"

Si Yiyi nodded his head and turned away from her room, walked under the Qionghua tree in the yard, and watched the light suddenly extinguished in her room. His heart tightened suddenly, and he raised his head subconsciously and put it in his nose. After smelling it, there was the fragrance of her hair between her palms, fresh and elegant.