Chapter 4 Live Together
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Howar Woolf gulped his saliva.
He often worked on the construction site and only saw the pants of the aunt cooking. There was something yellow in the middle. He could even smell something bad in a distance.
Where has he seen such clean and beautiful close fitting clothes.
Howar Woolf looked outside and bit his teeth. Then he shook his hands and took down the close fitting clothes.
It was clean without dirt, and there was a faint fragrance. It smelt much better than aunt's.
At the thought of that it was pasted to Belle Lawson's most secret place, Howar Woolf was shameless,
He had a reaction.
However, he finally hung the close fitting clothes on the hanger.
If she really spoiled her intimate clothes, Belle Lawson would be angry to him.
Howar Woolf finally finished washing. He took his coarse cloth pants and just wanted to put them on, but his coarse cloth pants were too dirty. If he put them on, he would have washed in vain.
Howar Woolf thought for a moment, reached out and took the close fitting clothes and put them directly on himself.
He didn't think so much. Close fitting clothes should be worn.
The air conditioner in the room was fully turned on, so Howar Woolf wore the personal clothes and walked directly into Belle Lawson's bedroom.
Zoe London didn't sleep all the time. She sat by the bed waiting for Howar Woolf.
Seeing Howar Woolf coming, Zoe London reached out and hugged Howar Woolf, affectionately shouted, "Dad, you hold me to sleep."
"OK, I'll sleep with Zoe London in my arms." Belle Lawson, who was just about to lie on the bed and read beside Howar Woolf, turned around and was about to speak, but when she saw that Howar Woolf was wearing a pair of trousers, her eyes suddenly stared round, "Howar Woolf, you're a rogue?"
Howar Woolf looked at Belle Lawson and said, "what's the matter with me, why am I a rogue?"
"Why don't you wear clothes?" Belle Lawson was so angry that a big man entered his bedroom and didn't wear clothes. If people knew this, how shameless it was.
Howar Woolf said helplessly, "Manager Belle Lawson, I usually don't wear clothes when I sleep at night. If I didn't sleep here today, I wouldn't wear pants."
Belle Lawson wanted to bite Howar Woolf to death. She thought: do you mean I seem to enjoy such advanced treatment.
Her face sank. "Go to put your clothes on."
"Oh, all right." Howar Woolf obediently went out, but as he just walked a few steps, Belle Lawson screamed, "Howar Woolf, you, you wear my, my..."
"Oh, my pants are dirty. When I see it there, I wore it. If you don't want me to wear it, I'll hang it there." Howar Woolf said casually.
"You can wear it," Belle Lawson said weakly.
Since Howar Woolf worn it, how could she wear.
Howar Woolf promised, turned and walked out.
"There's a green Pajama in the bathroom. Please wear it first." Belle Lawson shouted again.
She was so afraid of Howar Woolf that she put his war robe in again.
After some tossing, Zoe London finally hugged Howar Woolf and fell asleep with a smile on her face.
Howar Woolf lay flat comfortably and closed his eyes directly.
"Hey, are you really going to sleep here?" Belle Lawson, lying on the other side of the bed, stared at Howar Woolf and shouted.
"Oh, I'll go now." Howar Woolf quickly sat up, but Zoe London held his hand.
Howar Woolf looked at Belle Lawson helplessly.
Belle Lawson sighed. Zoe London also lacked fatherly love, so she adhered to Howar Woolf so much.
She thought for a moment and whispered, "just sleep here with Zoe London in your arms. I'll go to the next room."
Belle Lawson stood up, turned to the door and just wanted to go out, Zoe London suddenly woke up. She sat up, looked at Belle Lawson and cried sharply, "Mom, don't go, don't go, I'm afraid..."
Belle Lawson quickly turned back, put her hand around Zoe London and said hurriedly, "Zoe London, I'm here."
Zoe London stopped crying and went to sleep slowly. This time, she took Belle Lawson in her left hand and Howar Woolf in her right hand. Neither of them could run away.
"Hey, hey, this child is really annoying. I won't go until she falls asleep?" Howar Woolf sat there and said awkwardly.
Belle Lawson stares at Howar Woolf with a red face, "lie down and sleep over there. If you toss around, Zoe London can't sleep. It's all your fault. What are you doing to tell the children if you have nothing to do?"
Belle Lawson reached out and turned off the light, and then lay on the other side of Zoe London.
Belle Lawson's clothes were well dressed and didn't take them off at all.
She, of course, didn't dare not take it off while sleeping in a bed with a strange man.
It could be seen from what Howar Woolf was kind, but who knew if he would do something to her or not since he lay with her. If something really happened, it was so bad.
So she couldn't sleep at all and didn't dare to sleep.
Belle Lawson was depressed.
She could not fall sleep, neither could Howar Woolf.
He used to sleep on the floor of the construction site. The hard floor hurt his back, but this Simmons bed didn't make him panic at all. However, he slept in this kind of bed for the first time and really didn't adapt to it.
More importantly, there was a beautiful woman lying next to him.
The faint fragrance made his hormones rise sharply, and he felt uncomfortable.
Taking advantage of the light outside the window, he glanced at Belle Lawson.
Belle Lawson was lying there. The woman was very proud and beautiful. In his mind, Belle Lawson showed a snow-white look, so,
he was decisive,
held up.
He really wanted to try his hand, but reason made him honest again.
If she really did something to Belle Lawson, it would be strange that she would sue him.
Howar Woolf endured the beautiful scenery in his heart and recited the poem 'peach blossom source' 20 times,so that the heat in his heart was a lot of pressure.
It was not until three or four o'clock in the morning that Howar Woolf fell asleep.
He was sleeping comfortably when Belle Lawson's voice suddenly sounded in his ear, "it's time to get up."
Howar Woolf got up quickly. He just wanted to go out. Belle Lawson took a down jacket and handed it to Howar Woolf. "Put this on. It should fit."
"No, I'd better wear my coat. It's windproof." Howar Woolf said.
"I've thrown it away." Belle Lawson said faintly as she dressed Zoe London.
"Throw it away? That's my baby. It's my cloth during the day and a quilt at night..." Howar Woolf looked terrible.
"Put it on." Belle Lawson said fiercely.
"Put it on." Howar Woolf reluctantly put on his down jacket.
This down jacket was much warmer than his own war robe.
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