Zhang Dengjie Cai

Zhang Anran played the game on the sofa for two hours before Qi Ping finished it in a hurry.Zhang Anran put the phone back into his pocket, and put his long legs back, stretched out his hand lazily, held his hand flush and pulled him up, receiving a warm hug.

Zhang Anran hugged Qiping, clasped the back of his head with his big hands, touched it from top to bottom, then rested his head on his shoulder, and said, "Legs are numb, I can't walk."

"Then what should we do?" Qi Ping didn't expose this obvious lie.

"Hold me and go." Zhang Anran said softly.

"it is good."

Said to be hugging, but Qi Ping couldn't hug Zhang Anran, so the two walked a dozen steps like Siamese twins, but Zhang Anran gave up, and said, "Let me hug you."

Qi Ping was suspiciously silent for a few seconds, and replied: "Okay."

Zhang Anran easily picked up Qiping, the two got off the elevator and entered the parking lot, Zhang Anran opened the door, put Qiping into the driver's cab, and said: "I said today that I want to take my wife's car."

Qi Ping pretended not to hear this sentence, but when Zhang Anran entered the co-pilot, he still couldn't help correcting: "Don't call me wife."

Zhang Anran asked with a light smile: "Then what are you calling, Qiqi, Pingping, or brother?"

Qi Ping's earlobe was obviously red, but he was still calm, as if he hadn't heard anything.Zhang Anran stopped quarreling with him, and lowered his head to fiddle with his mobile phone again. He took a selfie of himself, did not edit the picture, and directly posted it on Weibo, with the words "show you".

To be honest, Zhang Anran's data has deteriorated a lot, but the fans left behind are also very affectionate. There is a lot less data blogging, and it is a bit more relaxed. Everyone is discussing the beauty of beauty in a friendly and tacit understanding, which is vaguely a little bit The little happiness when I just fell in love.

Zhang Anran scrolled through the comments for a while, Qi Ping also stopped the car, the two of them went home, cooked dinner together, and watched movies on the sofa.

This time, what I watched was the sample of Zhang Anran's unreleased light comedy. Qi Ping was an investor, and Zhang Anran was the lead actor. The two of them laughed together.

Qi Ping wiped the tears from the corners of Zhang Anran's eyes and said, "The box office must be good."

Zhang Anran thought for a while, then nodded, and said proudly: "I acted."

After watching the movie, the two went to bed and did something pleasant for each other. Qi Ping was sleepy, but Zhang Anran gave him a handful of medicine.

Qi Ping said while taking the medicine: "I seem to be getting better."

Zhang Anran let out a "hmm", looking very calm.

The next day was a cloudy and rainy day. Qi Ping went to work early. Zhang Anran lay lazily on the bed, writing a song with a pen and paper. What he wrote was a cheerful love song. Everyone is happy.

He wrote for a while with this joyful mood, until he received a message from Qi Ping—what do you want for lunch?

Zhang Anran thought carefully and answered cautiously—want to eat you.