Watching Fang Jiayun hurriedly go upstairs, Fang Ruoxue secretly breathed a sigh of relief and then glared fiercely at Sun Zhe on the sofa.
"If she finds out, we are finished!"
Sun Zhe shrugged, thinking that what we did was long discovered by her, then said: "Blame me, huh?"
Fang Ruoxue gritted her silver teeth, "It's all your fault!"
Sun Zhe suddenly stood up, pretending to walk towards her, "How about we continue?"
Hearing this, Fang Ruoxue's delicate body trembled, and she quickly ran back to the kitchen in fright, "Stop it, I have to cook now."
"Hey you little bastard, what do you like to eat?"
Sun Zhe thought for a moment, "Do you know how to make braised pork?"
"..."
...
Time passed slowly.
In the living room.
Sun Zhe lay on the sofa, replying to the chat messages of Ye Qiao and Li Shiyan while admiring the sexy stocking photos sent by Jiang Yushu and Li Zhishan.
Suddenly, a sound of footsteps came from the staircase.
