[MTL] Heaven's Greatest Plan ✔

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The changeable look of the girl is really cute.

Shen Jun deliberately took off his suit jacket and put it on the armrest of the sofa. He fell backwards and pinched the bridge of his nose: "If you don't remove it, you can't remove it. I'll squint for a while. You can take a bath first."

Zhao Yu nodded, took a change of clothes and went into the bathroom. When he came out, Shen Junyi was already asleep on the sofa.

The sofa was not long enough. He put one leg on the armrest and the other leg on the ground, with his hands on his chest. It was an uncomfortable posture, but he slept soundly because he was too tired.

Zhao Yu's hair wiping movement eased, and he stepped on the carpet with bare feet and walked over gently. Looking at it this way, the blackness in his eyes is even more obvious.

When Zhao Yu was taking a shower just now, he was actually planning where he would go to play with him for a while. There are quite a lot of places to play here. Looking at him now, she didn't want to go anywhere, just wanted him to sleep well.

She picked up the small blanket on the backrest, leaned over and gently put it on him. As a result, as soon as the blanket touched him, Shen Junyi opened his eyes. After a few seconds of chaos, a smile came out: "Is it finished?"

Zhao Yu wiped the water dripping down the hair into the collarbone with a towel, "I want to blow my hair." She poked his tired face: "If you don't have enough time, don't take so many trips. Why do you make yourself so tired? !"

Shen Junyi stretched his waist, sat up with his elbows on his body, smiled and said, "I want to make more money and marry you home sooner." Zhao Yu was taken aback, he had stood up and took her hand and walked towards the bathroom: "I Help you blow your hair."

The heat in the bathroom has not yet dissipated, and the air is damp. Shen Junyi wiped the moisture on the mirror with a paper towel, and when the smooth mirror surface was revealed, he pulled her to his side and turned on the hair dryer.

The hot wind of hula dissipated the mist in the air.

He stood behind her, and stroked her hair roots with his fingers. When it reached the sideburns, he blocked her ears with the back of his hand from the hot air of the hair dryer.

Zhao Yu tilted his head and glanced at him: "The technique is so professional?"

Shen Jun raised his eyebrows triumphantly: "Of course, the professional teacher taught me by hand." He put his fingers in her hair and rubbed them: "When you become a star in the future, I will be a stylist for you!"

Zhao Yu looked disgusted: "Last time he said he wanted to be an agent for me, but this time he would be a stylist. Do you want my team to be unemployed?"

For the image of a capable and neat superwoman in this play, Zhao Yu cut her hair short before entering the group. The medium-length hair only reached the shoulders, and it was soon soft in his palm.

Turning off the hair dryer, the small bathroom became quiet. Shen Jun intentionally buried her in her hair and smelled it deeply. He put his head on her shoulders and hugged her from behind: "It smells so sweet, baby."

Zhao Yu looked down at the hands that pinched his waist, turned his head and called his name: "Shen Junyi--"

His voice seemed to be stuck in cotton: "Huh?"

Zhao Yu squinted his eyes and examined his face: "To be honest, you coveted my waist a long time ago, right?"

He gave a low laugh.