Chapter 157: The reborn of paranoid boss cannon fodder wife
Chapter 157: Four Thirty
Who would be willing to push away a large warm stove?
Moreover, it was the warm stove that didn't emit any sense of danger. In the dream, Bai Lu didn't struggle. She allowed the warm stove to hold her, nestling into its embrace and falling asleep.
The next morning.
As the night faded away and the sky gradually brightened, early-rising birds flapped their wings on the branches, chirping and ringing like bells.
Bai Lu opened her eyes in a daze, a perfect and impeccable face immediately catching her sight. Beneath the tightly closed dark eyes were a well-defined and straight nose, deep and three-dimensional features, cold and alluring thin lips. The most distinctive feature was the completely messy and yet irresistibly handsome bald hairstyle that an ordinary person couldn't pull off.
This, this, isn't this Xiao Cheng?
How could Xiao Cheng be in bed?
Wasn't Xiao Cheng in another province?
When did Xiao Cheng come back?
Why didn't she know?
Bai Lu rubbed her eyes again with force, rolling her eyes up, down, left, and right, confirming and ensuring that she was still at home, in bed, not experiencing a teleportation dream.
The man lying in front of her was indeed Xiao Cheng.
How did her vigilance become so low?
She didn't even notice when Xiao Cheng came back, when he lay on the bed, or when he hugged her.
Habit is a lethal poison.
This is bad, really bad!
Bai Lu closed her eyes, took a deep breath, and carefully grabbed the large hand wrapped around her waist.
Move it.
Just move it a little.
"Sleep a little longer."
As soon as she moved the hand a centimeter away, a lazy and deep voice sounded from above, and the hand tightened back around her waist.
Although, to be precise, it was an embrace, the strength of the embrace was like a tightening chain.
Bai Lu could hear his clear and strong heartbeat, feel his even and steady breath.
The warmth of the slightly calloused palms spread on her waist, like the warm stove that held her in her dreams.
However, this warm stove seemed to have been working overtime for many days without rest, wrapped in a heavy dark blue, fatigue accumulating under his eyes, hidden behind the seemingly stable and heavy breathing.
Bai Lu slowly withdrew her hand, accidentally touching the arm wrapped around her waist with her fingertips, and it instantly tightened.
Xiao Cheng, who was asleep, pursed his thin lips and made a half-awake sound, "Lu Lu..."
In his lazy voice, there was a hint of vulnerability that was never present even when he was drunk.
Bai Lu admitted to herself that she had softened.
She couldn't bear to disturb him anymore.
In a soft voice, she asked, "When did you come back last night?"
The man sleeping didn't like to be disturbed, frowned, pursed his lips, and subconsciously tightened the soft warmth, not knowing how long it took for his brain to react to the sound crashing into his eardrums. The voice was gentle, like a crazy tenderness.
The tightly furrowed brows slowly relaxed, and the thin lips opened slightly, "Four thirty."
Bai Lu raised her head slightly, glanced at the faint light coming in from the window; it was still early, she could stay in bed a little longer.
Roasting chestnuts before it gets bright would do.
"Why did you come back so late? What kind of vehicle did you take back? When did you start taking that vehicle?" She asked a string of questions, but in a very low voice.
The man sleeping didn't move his eyes and didn't know if he heard, but with his eyes closed, he answered, "Took a long-distance bus back at noon, arrived in Nan City at three in the morning, changed to another bus back to Ping City, and then another bus home, four thirty."
Economically underdeveloped, inconvenient transportation, it's really hard to take a bus with all those transfers.
Bai Lu asked again, "Did you bring the keys when you went out?"
"Mm..."
"Did all the transactions for the pine wood go smoothly?"
"Mm."
"How much money did you make?"
"Three hundred and ninety-six thousand, eight hundred and thirty-five yuan."
Bai Lu saw a large backpack filled with things placed by the bedside, which Xiao Cheng carried when he left. "With so much money, did you just bring it back like this in your bag?"
"I got a card."
"A bank card?"
"Mm."
"That's good. Put all the money in the card, carry it with you, and pickpockets won't be able to steal it."
"The card is under your pillow."
Bai Lu was stunned, feeling a volcano under her pillow that would scald her scalp, making her dare not move.
Wanting to reach out and touch it, her hands were trapped in front of her by Xiao Cheng, with no space to move.
Forcibly pulling it out would definitely wake him up.
Better to continue the quiet conversation, "Why did you put the card under my pillow? What if it gets stolen, such a valuable thing?"
"It won't."
Who dares to come and steal things from a big shot's house?
They must be tired of living.
However, it's not appropriate to hide so much money in the card under her pillow.
Bai Lu raised her voice slightly, "After you wake up, hide the bank card back under your pillow, okay?"
"I don't have a pillow."
"???"
"No pillow, then what are you sleeping on right now?"
Xiao Cheng, who was still asleep, didn't respond.
Bai Lu increased her voice by one level, "I'll go to the market today and buy you a new pillow, okay?"
The man still didn't respond.
Bai Lu pursed her lips, looking at his tightly closed eyes, and softly spoke, "Ah Cheng?"
Xiao Cheng subconsciously tightened his arms and hugged her tightly, "Mm."
Well, there's actually a special sleep activation nickname!
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