Slightly sweet when I first heard it

Yan Jinghuai tried to save himself, "I, can I tidy up, please, never, never break your, things."

Wen Qingyin brutally refused, "No, what's the difference between a tidy home and an office, how can I relax."

I am dead.Yan Jinghuai made a diagnosis for himself.The murderer is Wen Qingyin.

Wen Qingyin kicked away the odds and ends beside him, and patted the vacated sofa, "Come here quickly."

In Yan Jinghuai's eyes, this behavior is no different from saying, "Da Lang, take your medicine."

He sat down cautiously, his butt only willing to touch the front one-fifth of the sofa, his posture was very ladylike.

He also wanted to persuade Wen Qingyin again that people should not be sloppy like animals.I turned my head when I thought about it, and almost pissed myself off.

Wen Qingyin's upper body was spread out on the sofa, one leg stretched straight, and she was pinching the spicy strips on the ground with her toes.

!!!

This marriage does not matter!

Yan Jinghuai would rather die than live.He really doesn't understand that there are people who are willing to touch food with their feet.

Not even cute feet.

He bent down and grabbed the spicy strips in his hands first, "This thing is dirty, the production process—"

"You're talking nonsense!" Wen Qingyin grabbed the candy in hand and threw it at him, "I've been to their production workshop, it's clean!"

"You actually hit me for the hot strips!"

Yan Jinghuai is only a small step away from dying. It seems that the anti-domestic violence banner must be made as soon as possible: "Domestic violence is only once and countless times!"

"You can also fight back, I will not fight back."

Wen Qingyin stretched out her legs at him, her toes were as nimble as if she had grown a brain, ready to snatch the spicy sticks.

Is this person taken away by dirty things?Yan Jinghuai tentatively asked, "Is your work not going well recently?"

Shouldn't he be mad.

"No."

Wen Qingyin said: "Today is Saturday, and Saturday is indulgence day."

"I've been working for a week straight, and it's very painful for me to go to work. Let me tell you, I'm on the couch tonight, and I won't leave the sofa one centimeter except to go to the bathroom."

Bluebeard's house hadn't been cleaned for a long time, and there was some dust on her round toes.

Yan Jinghuai grabbed her feet, wiped off the smudges on them, and stuffed the spicy strips between her toes in a desperate manner.

Wen Qingyin gave him a thumbs up with the other foot.

Yan Jinghuai was amused, "Your feet are much more nimble than your hands."

Wen Qingyin was very proud, "I can still type with my toes."

She looked at Yan Jinghuai disappointed again: "Hey, if you don't have a cleanliness, I can also perform a 'foot tear strip' for you. I am the best tearer in our laboratory."

She sighed, "Tell me, how did you get such a problem at such a young age?"

I declare that cleanliness is the most perfect disease in the world.Yan Jinghuai was glad that he had escaped, and saw her push a tablet computer for himself with her foot, "Want to watch a movie, I just wanted to watch a movie."

In fact, Yan Jinghuai hasn't watched a movie for a long time, and he is not in the mood and has no money.

He picked up the computer with some disgust, and found that Wen Qingyin's movie list was full of old movies.

"I don't wear hearing aids when I'm resting."

Wen Qingyin finally got up, moved closer to him, poked the screen and said: "Even if the actors in the past didn't have subtitles, I can still tell their emotions from their movements and expressions, whether they lost their wallets or their bicycles. "

"Now—" Wen Qingyin made a very disgusted expression, "The facial expressions of patients with facial paralysis are more vivid than theirs."

"They usually socialize, isn't that face quite normal, why is it like that on the screen.——Let's watch a healing movie?"

Wen Qingyin pulls back the list.

Yan Jinghuai took a look: "Swallowtail Butterfly", "The Life of the Disliked Pine Nut", "Hunting", "Detachment", "Carnival", "Blind Mountain", "The Melting Pot"...

Every name is like thunder.

Yan Jinghuai asked hesitantly: "...the cure you said is depression?"

Wen Qingyin shook his fingers seriously: "We despaired in the movie for a few hours, and then pressed the stop button to return to real life."

She looked at Yan Jinghuai, "Although life is really fucked up, compared to them, we are considered happy, right?"

Yan Jinghuai thought that Wen Qingyin would ask about his scar, but Wen Qingyin did not.She just seriously studies movies.

Wen Qingyin asked: "Do you want to see that?"

"..."The Life of the Disliked Pine Nut." Yan Jinghuai teased her, "It just so happens that I am also quite disliked, so I can still learn."

Wen Qingyin was dissatisfied, "Don't watch this, no one dislikes you, we all love you."

With that said, she wanted to grab the tablet.Yan Jinghuai stretched out his arm and refused to give it to her.

The scar on the right arm was thus exposed.

Wen Qingyin touched it and asked, "Does it still hurt?"

She moved too lightly, making Yan Jinghuai itchy.He flinched instinctively, but Wen Qingyin thought he was afraid, immediately withdrew his fingers, and remedied:

"Those wild cats are quite fierce, you must be careful next time you feed them—"

Yan Jinghuai held her wrist, "Chen Xu already told me."

His tone was softer than ever before, "It doesn't hurt. I haven't had pain for a long time."

Wen Qingyin carefully looked at his face, made sure that he was not lying, and finally heaved a sigh of relief:
"You scared me to death. You can't do this kind of thing in the future, do you hear me?"

"I hear you."

Yan Jinghuai played with her fingers and told her all about the past:

"It's also a coincidence that all the unlucky things happened during that time. First, my father died, and then I was driven to make bad movies, and then Cao Ming stepped on the top."

"I was probably depressed at the time, and I always felt that life was boring."

Afraid that Wen Qingyin would be worried, he jokingly said, "I'm an artist. We who are engaged in art, if we don't have a mental illness, how can we meet people?"

"What nonsense!"

Wen Qingyin was in a hurry, pinching him once was not enough, so she pinched him again with her toes.

"You're mine. If you want to add something to your body in the future, wait for my consent. Do you hear me?"

Yan Jinghuai couldn't comfort the four pain sources with his two hands, and he was very envious of this man's flexibility.

Wen Qingyin didn't get an answer, so she asked again: "Did you hear that?"

"I know, I know." Yan Jinghuai was afraid that she would attack him again, and quickly promised: "I swear, I will never do such a thing in the future, okay?"

Wen Qingyin still didn't believe it, she stretched out her little finger, "Let's pull the hook."

Yan Jinghuai didn't know whether to laugh or cry, and hooked his little finger on hers.

After completing this sacred ceremony, Wen Qingyin straightened her arms and gave him a hug: "It's been hard work recently, Yan Jinghuai."

Yan Jinghuai's body stiffened for a moment, and soon he relaxed in the familiar fragrance.

He whispered:

"I'm actually very anxious recently. I'm about to record a show, and I still don't have a clue about the new song."

"I am anxious."

"I'm worried that I won't be able to write a good song and be ridiculed. I'm also worried that I'm out of talent, and I'm worried that the words that ridicule me on the Internet will become true."

"I'm still worried that I'm dragging down your show. You trust me so much and spend a lot of money. I'm worried about letting you down."

"I really, only have one good thing about music. But now I can't help it."

"I'm a little disappointed in myself."

Wen Qingyin has been troubled a lot lately, so he can understand his mood very well.

She comforted:

"It's okay, even a god can't be perfect."

"Don't put too much pressure on yourself, and don't worry about the group of psychopaths on the Internet. As long as life goes on, who will vent their anger on strangers. They just want to scold people. Even if you are a life currency, they will scold you that the exchange rate is not as high as the US dollar. .”

"As for the show, you don't have to be under any pressure. You've already done a good job, half of the first episode's ratings were contributed by you. ——By the way, I almost forgot, I still have a gift for you."

Wen Qingyin took out a black bank card out of nowhere.

Seeing this stern color, Yan Jinghuai unconsciously sat up straight: "This, could it be—"

Wen Qingyin put the card into his hand, "It's the secondary card of my black card, there is no password, you can just swipe it."

Yan Jinghuai declined of course, saying that he is not the kind of casual cleaning boy.

Wen Qingyin said pitifully: "Take it, let Lao Zhou and uncle find a decent office. You are so pitiful now."

Yan Jinghuai still wanted to argue for their bar, but Wen Qingyin had already spread it back on the sofa: "You're going to accept it soon."

"In my experience, money is the only way to increase your sense of security."

Yan Jinghuai stopped talking and sat beside her silently.

Wen Qingyin reached for a box of tissues with his feet and placed them between the two:

"Let's find a tear-jerking movie. Cry hard, and tomorrow will be another hero!"

Yan Jinghuai peeled off a piece of candy and stuffed it into her mouth: "I'm an old man, so I won't cry."

"You're not very old, and the cancer of a straight man is quite serious." Wen Qingyin poked his ribs with his foot, "Crying and laughing are both emotions. Tell me why you can laugh but not cry."

Yan Jinghuai was ticklish, so he quickly grabbed her ankle, "Don't make trouble."

Wen Qingyin's ankles are very thin, and the calf is well-proportioned, thin but fleshy, and feels good to the touch, soft and soft.

Yan Jinghuai couldn't help touching along the beautiful lines, but was stopped by Wen Qingyin.

Wen Qingyin was dissatisfied and said: "You can touch it if you touch it, what kind of lips are you licking, it's weird and sensual."

Because I just want to do pornographic things.

Yan Jinghuai was speechless, big brother, we are a couple, do you still remember.

That night, in Yan Jinghuai's dream, besides his slender back, he had two more beautiful legs.

Yan Jinghuai had a rare and relaxing sleep, and went to work refreshed the next day.

But his good mood didn't last long, before entering the bar, he heard Zhou Hesong's loud voice:

"Cao Ming's fans must be sick. There's no end to it. Brother Jing Huai is digging their ancestral graves? A bunch of little girls, how old are they? They speak so viciously."

Chen Xu tried a few words of persuasion, but couldn't hold back, and started scolding with him.

In the past few days, Yan Jinghuai's dance and vocal music classes are so full that he has no time to surf the Internet.He took out his phone and entered his name in the search bar.

Sure enough, his news was full of ridicule and abuse from Cao Ming's fans.

Some people said that he plagiarized, some said that he only knows how to gain popularity, some people said that he had plastic surgery, and some people said that he might not know who to adopt, and the chrysanthemum turned into a sunflower in exchange for this opportunity.

A few passers-by couldn't stand it and helped Yan Jinghuai speak up, Cao Ming's fans chased them and scolded them, finding their photos and calling them ugly and tasteless.