Boom, boom, boom!

There was a soft knock on the door, followed by Aunt Lan's unique footsteps.

When she walks, her voice is very soft, and it also has a unique sense of rhythm. This is because she once learned to dance, and there will be sounds like tapping, tapping, tapping when walking. On the contrary, the two little girls

The sound of footsteps is much heavier, and Cheng Xiaoyue basically makes the sound of high heels. It must be mentioned that Aunt Lan is taller and is a tall woman. Unless there is a necessary social situation, she is not very

Will wear high heels.

"Little pagoda?"

Aunt Lan's voice sounded in the living room, and she clearly saw the shoes that Zhao Futu had changed.

Then, there was the sound of putting things down. Aunt Lan turned around and went to the kitchen. Then there was the sound of running water to wash her hands. She also took out the kitchen knife and chopping board.

She's ready to make dinner!

but.

The quiet room still made her feel a little uneasy. After lifting her long hair and looking at the study in confusion, she put her naked hands on her scarf to dry them, and then walked towards the study. When she stood outside the study

, she stayed for a moment and listened with her ears sideways, as if she wanted to confirm whether Zhao Futu was inside or not, and whether there would be any embarrassing scene when she entered like this.

Then, she gently opened the door.

"Ahem!..."

The pungent smell of smoke made her cover her nose involuntarily. Then she glanced at Zhao Futu, whose cigarette butt was extinguishing in the dark, and quickly walked to the window and opened the curtains, and then opened the door to the balcony.

At this time, she discovered that the floor of the study was full of cigarette butts. The strong smell of smoke made it difficult for her to breathe, so she hurriedly walked outside the door and took a deep breath.

"What's wrong? Little Pagoda?"

Aunt Lan's eyes were full of worry. She slowly walked up to Zhao Futu, raised her hand and patted his head.

This is a normal and intimate gesture!

However, Zhao Futu subconsciously avoided it.

Because it seems like he hasn't had his head touched like this for a long time!

"Right."

Aunt Lan couldn't help showing a trace of sadness on her face, and said to herself: "He has grown up. And he is no longer an ordinary person. I can't kill his head as casually as I did in the past."

Zhao Futu slowly raised his head, his eyes were bloodshot, and his voice was slightly hoarse and he said: "Aunt Lan, are you here?"

This is nonsense.

But after Aunt Lan appeared, his thoughts finally returned a lot.

Zhao Futu lit up a cigarette again, glanced at the computer screen that was on automatic standby, and raised his hand to close the dense information on it.

Then, he seemed to have come back to his senses and said: "I'm fine, I'm just thinking about something!"

"No more smoking!"

Aunt Lan showed a rare serious expression. She unceremoniously reached out and took the cigarette from his mouth, and then threw it out of the room. With a faint eyebrow raised, she asked: "What happened?"

"Don't lie to me! Have you forgotten when you were able to lie to me when you were a child? Something must have happened!"

Speaking of this, her voice became softer again, and she said softly: "It's okay."

"If you are unhappy in any way, you can tell Aunt Lan. Although Aunt Lan can't help you, she can help you share the burden!"

After saying that, she subconsciously reached out her hand.

But this time, she froze when she reached Zhao Futu, because she suddenly remembered that the boy in front of her had grown up, and she could no longer touch his head to comfort him as casually as before.

However, this time Zhao Futu took the initiative to hold her hand and kissed it on his cheek.

He shook his head gently and repeated: "Nothing."

"Just thinking about something!"

Something must have happened.

Although Zhao Futu said so, relying on a woman's intuition and her familiarity with Zhao Futu, Aunt Lan knew that something important must have happened.

And it can’t be a good thing!

Because Zhao Futu had this situation happen twice since he was a child. The last time it happened was when his mother passed away. At that time, he locked himself in the room for three days and three nights. When he came out, his eyes were full of bloodshot eyes.

But after seeing her, he struggled to smile. In her memory, Zhao Futu had always been a person who was very good at concealing his emotions, unless something big really happened.

but!

Aunt Lan did not continue to ask...

She just gently opened her arms, hugged Zhao Futu in front of her, put her cheek against his ear, and said slowly: "It's okay."

"Aunt Lan will always stand by your side!"

Zhao Futu's body trembled slightly, and then he put his arms around Aunt Lan's waist, buried his head in her arms, and slowly closed his eyes. He was really a little tired, from returning to reality to

Until now, he had barely closed his eyes and had loaded all the potentially useful information in his memory into his mind like a rote memorization.

His next battle will be extremely dangerous, and he doesn't have much chance of winning!

Neither of them spoke anymore.

A touch of warmth enveloped the quiet room.

unconsciously.

Time passed little by little, and when another footsteps sounded outside, the two people in the room woke up.

"Um."

Aunt Lan unnaturally let go of her hand and raised her hand to lift the long hair hanging down from her ears. Only then did she realize that Zhao Futu's appearance in front of her had changed drastically. Although he still looked slim and delicate, but

The muscles on his body were full of astonishing strength and explosive power. This confirmed some of her guesses. The mysterious man who caught the bullet with his bare hands was definitely him!

The masculine scent, mixed with a hint of smoke, made her feel inexplicably panicked.

She even felt Zhao Futu's breathing. As his chest rose and fell, the breath seeped from her arms into her collar and sprayed on her breasts.

It's a little itchy!

This discovery made her whole body stiffen, and her heart beat faster unconsciously.

yes!

He has grown up.

I have witnessed his growth and maturity, but why do I feel lost?

once.

She thought that she had always regarded him as her child, but as a mother, shouldn't she feel relieved at this time?

This strange feeling made her a little confused!

even.

She had some doubts as to whether she was fulfilling her good sister's last wish and taking care of him as a mother-like aunt, or was it simply because he inspired the maternal nature in her heart?

Maybe a little of both!

Sometimes they are as close as mother and son, but more often they are like brother and sister.

I used to take care of him, but now that he has grown up and turned into a upright man, the situation seems to be the other way around.

Now he is taking care of us.

Aunt Lan sighed unknowingly, and she didn't know why. Maybe she was happy, maybe she was disappointed.

Tap tap tap!

The sound of high heels gradually approached, and Aunt Lan retracted her hands, quietly took a step back, and then raised her hands to lift her long hair again.

"Come!"

Aunt Lan's face was slightly red, full of the gentleness and grace of a mature woman under the dusk sunlight. She pulled Zhao Futu up on the chair and said with a smile: "Let's finish the meal first!"

"You go take a shower, I'll go cook right away!"

After saying that, she left the study in a panic and raised her head to say hello to Cheng Xiaoyue outside.

"Ahem!"

The mature and charming young woman walked into the room with brisk steps. As soon as she entered the door, she couldn't help but cover her nose and frowned: "What a strong smell of cigarette smoke!"

Immediately afterwards, she saw Zhao Futu getting up.

Especially those bloodshot eyes immediately made her feel worried.

"What's wrong?"

Cheng Xiaoyue reached out and held Zhao Futu's hand, her face full of worry and asked: "What happened?"

"nothing."

Zhao Futu smiled, subconsciously raised his hand and patted her head, then let his silky long hair hang down and said softly: "I was just thinking about something and unconsciously forgot the time."

"I'm going to take a shower first!"

Zhao Futu took off his coat, turned around and walked towards the bathroom.

but.

When he walked out of the study, he unconsciously looked at his palms. He used to lick the head of the young paladin like this, and he also liked to lick Cheng Xiaoyue's head like this after passionate pleasure. It turned out that this was from Lan unknowingly.

A habit learned from my aunt.

Aunt Lan is busy in the kitchen.

Zhao Futu looked up at the time and found that three days had passed.
Chapter completed!