My singer girlfriend is super fierce

Tiptoing out of the room, Ye Zhiqiu thought for a while, but did not turn off the light in his room.

Following the familiar direction, she touched the door of Yu Caiwei's room and pushed it lightly. Sure enough, the door was unlocked and she entered smoothly.

In the room, there was a "huhu" sound, and Yu Caiwei was blowing her hair.

Yu Caiwei turned her head to take a look, and handed over the hair dryer in her hand.

Ye Zhiqiu took it very naturally, and helped Yu Caiwei blow it up.

Yu Caiwei's hair doesn't know how to take care of it. It's as black and soft as the hair of the shampoo commercial model on TV. If you grab it with your fingertips, it will slip away if you don't pay attention.

However, under Ye Zhiqiu's inexperienced and careless movements, the blowing became a little messy, which added a bit of lazy feeling.

"First time?" Yu Caiwei asked suddenly.

"No." Ye Zhiqiu shook his head, the wind was in the wrong direction, and the long hair on his fingertips was blown away.

Coincidentally, it blocked Yu Caiwei's expression.

Ye Zhiqiu hastened to make adjustments to get back the hair that was sticking to Yu Caiwei's side face, and continued: "When I was young, I responded to the school's call to thank my parents, and helped my mother wash her feet and dry her hair."

"In the end, I played half of it and was disgusted by my mother, so I won't let me blow it."

"...Oh." In a place that Ye Zhiqiu didn't see, Yu Caiwei's slightly cold face faded, and she squinted her eyes again, enjoying the feeling of Ye Zhiqiu's big hand playing on her head.

After a while, Yu Caiwei closed her eyes and said softly, "From now on, you can only help me blow my hair."

"Huh?" Ye Zhiqiu felt that he seemed to have found something, and asked casually, "My mother can't do it either?"

"...No." At this time, Yu Caiwei opened her eyes and turned her head.

"Hey, don't move and almost got knotted." Ye Zhiqiu said hastily.

"Is it okay?" Yu Caiwei was unmoved, and she looked directly at Ye Zhiqiu's eyes with Jianshui's eyes.

Ye Zhiqiu stopped and said helplessly, "Even my mother can't do it, is she so overbearing?"

Yu Caiwei nodded, "I'll blow it to my aunt, but you can only blow it to me."

"is it okay?"

Yu Caiwei asked the second time, as if she must get the answer from Ye Zhiqiu.

"OK, no problem."

It's not a big deal, Ye Zhiqiu agreed casually, and said: "Turn your head away, continue, there is still a small piece that hasn't been dried."

Yu Caiwei refused, raised her right hand, and said again: "You agree, pull the hook."

Seeing Yu Caiwei's serious face of "I will never give up until I reach my goal", and the white and tender fingers in front of my eyes, Ye Zhiqiu was defeated.

"Okay, okay, the hook is suspended for 100 years and cannot be changed."

Seeing the fingers of the two tightly intertwined, Yu Caiwei finally smiled with satisfaction, turned around obediently, and put on a "continue" posture.

After finally drying his long hair, Ye Zhiqiu breathed a sigh of relief. Although it was a bit messy, he felt that it had a natural shape, and it still looked good.

In fact, the biggest credit is the good-looking people...

Then, Yu Caiwei took the comb a couple of times, and her hair miraculously became docile again.

Pulling Yu Caiwei up from the seat, Ye Zhiqiu smiled and said, "Okay, can we 'practice'?"

Yu Caiwei stretched out her hand to stop her, and said with a smile, "Wait."

"How can I learn without sheet music?"

Ye Zhiqiu froze seeing the pen and paper that Yu Caiwei seemed to have prepared in advance.

It's late at night, do you really want to learn piano?

What's wrong with...?

"No, Weiwei..." Ye Zhiqiu still wanted to explain.

"What's wrong?" Yu Caiwei tilted her head, pretending to be puzzled, "Didn't you agree to teach me?"

"..." Ye Zhiqiu was at a loss for words.

Yu Caiwei couldn't help but pull Ye Zhiqiu over and press him on the chair in front of the desk.

Ye Zhiqiu had no choice but to do as he was told.

From behind, seeing Ye Zhiqiu's figure concentrating on writing and painting, a sly smile flashed in Yu Caiwei's eyes.

Yu Caiwei watched from the side, Ye Zhiqiu wrote and felt that it was almost coming, who would have thought that Yu Caiwei was restless again.

As Ye Zhiqiu was writing, Yu Caiwei poked her head out from her left shoulder, her eyes looked at the paper curiously, and the warm scent of shampoo and deodorant penetrated into her nostrils, which smelled very good.

After watching it for a while, maybe because she felt bored, Yu Caiwei turned her gaze away and stared at Ye Zhiqiu.

Right now, Ye Zhiqiu was busy writing, so he didn't have time to pay attention to this chick's gaze.

Yu Caiwei, who was ignored, didn't care, thought for a while, picked up a strand of hair and gently stroked Ye Zhiqiu's face.

It was almost the last point to finish writing, and his thoughts were interrupted by the itchy feeling on his face, Ye Zhiqiu raised his hand and gently pushed the hair away.

Yu Caiwei pouted in dissatisfaction, and was tired from bending over and standing for a long time, but there was only one chair in the room, and if she wanted to sit, she could only sit on the bed.

Just in time, when she saw Ye Zhiqiu's back, Yu Caiwei's eyes lit up, and she fell down abruptly, with the weight of her whole body on Ye Zhiqiu's back.

"Hey..."

The back was suddenly heavy, Ye Zhiqiu sank, and quickly stabilized the pen in his hand.

The next moment, I felt a warm and soft feeling coming from my back.

The home clothes of the two are made of light and smooth silk material, and the touch is very real under the body.

"Weiwei..." Ye Zhiqiu's voice was hoarse, "Don't make trouble... I'm almost done."

On her back, Yu Caiwei shook her head lightly, her hot and humid breath hit Ye Zhiqiu's ear.

"Stop writing... let's take the exam now..."

"Ye, old, teacher."

Depend on!This can be tolerated!

Ye Zhiqiu's heart thumped, he slapped the pen on the table, and turned around, the two hugged each other.

"Well..."

I don't practice the piano anymore, I practice vocal music-lung capacity exercises.

Ye Zhiqiu remembered a report that he saw by accident, and a paper was published in an authoritative international journal.

Even healthy people have no less than 500 billion resident bacteria in their mouths.

A kiss between lovers often exchanges as many as 8000 million bacteria, so...

Bacteria stinks, why does this chick Yu Caiwei have sweet mouth?

At this time, there is another master suite in the villa.

It's not too late, Yu Zhengdao and Liu Wenshu haven't fallen asleep yet.

"Zhiqiu is on the news again?" Liu Wenshu said holding a tablet, "Are they going to attend some music awards ceremony tonight..."

While speaking, Liu Wenshu clicked on the news without looking at the text, and opened the video directly.

It is a clip of the "Golden Song Awards" award ceremony.

"Huh?" Looking at it, Liu Wenshu let out a light sigh, and pulled Yu Zhengdao who was holding a book.

"Old Yu, take a look. Is this young man the son of Xiao Qiang from the previous cooperative company?"

"I remember it's called Xiao Yuancai, right? I haven't seen you for many years. Before that, Xiao Qiang secretly expressed that he wanted to propose marriage to us..."