different president

Chapter 39
Lin Xiaohan pouted and said nothing more.

"It's getting late, go to bed!" Tang Wuming waved his hands, ready to go upstairs.

"Then where do I sleep?" Lin Xiaohan doesn't have a room in Tang Wuming's house now.

"What? Are you not used to sleeping in my room?" Tang Wuming asked her instead.

"It's nothing, your bed is very comfortable." Lin Xiaohan shook his head quickly.But she also understood immediately: "You mean to let me sleep with you?"

"Can't you?" Tang Wuming asked again amusedly.

"Yes, yes." Lin Xiaohan blushed and agreed unexpectedly.

Tang Wuming was stunned for a moment, he paused and then asked half-jokingly: "Aren't you afraid that I will eat you?"

Lin Xiaohan raised her head in a daze, seeing Tang Wuming's playful expression, she suddenly understood what he meant.

"Yes, yes." Lin Xiaohan lowered his head, blushing to the base of his neck.

"Huh?" Tang Wuming's brain was as blank as if it had been bombed by a nuclear bomb. Lin Xiaohan's liking for him has reached this point?

Lin Xiaohan thought he didn't hear, so he deliberately said loudly: "I said you can take me..."

"Okay, shut up!" Tang Wuming hurriedly covered Lin Xiaohan's mouth.He looked into her puzzled and puzzled eyes and said, "You can, I can't! I don't want to eat you now! You are only 18 years old!" Tang Wuming let go of her hand hand with the mouth.

"Do you think I'm young, so I can't satisfy you?" Lin Xiaohan felt aggrieved: "But I already sent..."

"Stop!" Tang Wuming's expression became serious: "You sleep in my room tonight, and tomorrow I will move your house to my house, and then you can sleep in your own room."

"Then where do you sleep?" Lin Xiaohan asked him.

This topic is finally over!Tang Wuming was touched for a moment and then replied: "Sofa!" After speaking, Tang Wuming directly "throwed" Lin Xiaohan into his room, and he himself fell asleep on the sofa.

Let’s talk about this topic later!Even before going to bed, Tang Wuming still had doubts about this matter.

good night's sleep...

Early the next morning, Tang Wuming drove Lin Xiaohan to Lin Xiaohan's so-called home.

Before entering the house, Lin Xiaohan said to Tang Wuming: "My house may be dirty to you, please forgive me."

"It's okay, I can probably imagine it." Tang Wuming shrugged, expressing his indifference.

After entering the house, Tang Wuming felt that Lin Xiaohan's house was not dirty.Clean floors, clean walls, clean beds, clean clothes.That is, the walls and the floor of this house are all made of cement, without paint or floor tiles, so it looks a little dirty.

"Let's start moving now!" Tang Wuming mustered up his energy and began to organize things.

(End of this chapter)