He is more fickle than Fengyue

In her ear, Song Qianqian's aggrieved voice continued, even though Lu Beichen had already said that she would be responsible, in short, she wanted to use this method to win Lu Beichen's care and attention, so that Lu Beichen could put his mind on her.

Bo Yan smiled, too lazy to listen to Song Qianqian's useless nonsense, turned around and entered the room, took a bath calmly, dried her hair, and came out to lie on the bed comfortably.

It is conceivable that Song Qianqian's appearance didn't affect her mood from the beginning to the end, but at this moment, the phone on the table vibrated, "Woooo... oooo..."

She took a look, and sure enough, it was Lu Beichen calling.

She didn't answer it, and didn't care, she let her phone vibrate and Lu Beichen's messages kept coming, "Bo Yan, are you there?"

"I came to knock on the door earlier, but you didn't respond. Did you fall asleep?"

Bo Yan didn't fall asleep before, she just didn't hear it while taking a bath.

Lu Beichen's apartment is nice, and the room's sound insulation is also good. She takes a shower in the bathroom, and Lu Beichen can't hear her outside.

"Bo Yan, if you haven't fallen asleep, let's talk about what happened tonight."

"It's the first time you expressed your heart to me, I'm really happy, and I still have a lot to say to you."

This probably includes Song Qianqian and the child in her belly.

Bo Yan sneered, why did Lu Beichen think that she could accept him with just a few words?

Seeing the above time, it's really getting late since I came back from the clubhouse, it's past one o'clock, so don't disturb her beauty sleep.

Bo Yan ignored Lu Beichen's message, turned the volume to mute, yawned, lay on the bed and closed her eyes, and slept comfortably. Tonight, the home court should not be hers, but Song Qianqian's.

They are all living in, such a good opportunity, of course, let Song Qianqian show it, otherwise, it will not be fun.

The result was exactly as she expected.

On the other side, "Boom, boom, boom!!"

There was a knock on Lu Beichen's door. He looked at the last message he sent on the phone screen, "Come and find me in my room, okay?"

At this moment, when the door rang, his eyes lit up. He even forgot to put on his shoes, so he got out of bed, strode over to open the door, "Bo..."

Before Yan Zi had time to say it, he didn't even see the other party's appearance clearly, Wen Xiang's soft body threw himself into his arms, and he could clearly feel the wetness of the other party's hair whether it was washed or not dried. Mind, and the water vapor from the body.

It smells good.

He thought it was thin smoke, and subconsciously stretched out his arms to wrap his arms around the other's slender waist, closed his eyes and took a sniff, "You smell so good."

The woman nestled shyly in his arms, "Brother Beichen, it's good if you think it smells good."

"From now on, I will use this perfume every day, okay, as long as you like it."

However, after hearing this voice, Lu Beichen suddenly opened his eyes, and pushed her away without thinking, "Song Qianqian, why is it you?"

Facing Lu Beichen's questioning, Song Qianqian opened her innocent eyes, seeming extremely puzzled, "Brother Beichen, of course it's me, who else could it be?"

"Brother Beichen, your complexion is so bad, what's wrong with you?"

As Song Qianqian said, she was about to touch his face in distress, but he avoided it directly, "Don't touch me."