After dressing as the partner of a disabled boss

After Sheng Zhen closed the door, she didn't want to pretend anymore.

But he was also worried that the little drunk in front of him would keep filming. After thinking about it, he finally sat back in the wheelchair.

Wen Zhen is clingy after being drunk.

Like a child, he stared at Sheng Zhen with sparkling eyes. Without speaking, he just stared at him for a moment.

However, after he was drunk, he was limp and boneless, so he could only sit in Sheng Zhen's arms and watch.

Sheng Zhen was teased all the way by him, and when he arrived in the room, he tore off the disguise and coaxed, "Xiaozhen, go to bed and sleep, okay?"

"No." Wen Zhen grabbed the corner of his clothes and whispered, "I want to sleep with you."

Under the influence of alcohol, his cheeks turned red.In a pair of twinkling peach blossom eyes, there is a glint of water.

After Sheng Zhen had a panoramic view of the beautiful scenery, his Adam's apple rolled around unconsciously: "The little pillow goes up first."

Wen Zhen was very obedient, he got up staggeringly, took two steps, and then turned his head to stare at Sheng Zhen, as if he was afraid that he would disappear.

The moonlight spilled into the house, lighting up the spring light all over the house.

Wen Zhen sat obediently on the edge of the bed, and suddenly began to hiccup.

The belching stopped and started again, Sheng Zhen watched, suddenly felt a little funny, he drove over, poured a glass of water for Wen Zhen, patted his back, and said softly: "Drink it, and the hiccups will stop."

Wen Zhen blinked, puzzled and asked: "What is a hiccup?"

After speaking, he clicked again.

Sheng Zhen laughed: "What you did just now was a hiccup."

"Isn't that Xiaozhen singing?" Wenzhen tilted his head and opened his eyes wide, as if he heard something unbelievable.

"The little pillow, can you tell me how you sing?"

Wen Zhen seemed to think about it.

After a while of silence, he blinked in confusion again and said, "I don't know, Xiaozhen can't remember."

Sheng Zhen's eyes were getting darker, he passed the water glass over, pressed it to Wen Zhen's lips, and said in a low voice, "Xiao Zhen drink water first, after drinking the water, I'll wipe it for you, and then go to bed, okay?"

"Wipe what?" Wen Zhen took a sip, raised her head, and licked her steamy lips, "I'm done drinking, can you sleep with me quickly?"

"If you don't wipe it, it will be very dirty. Isn't the little pillow afraid that it will smell bad when you wake up tomorrow morning?" Sheng Zhen wiped the water from the corner of the little drunk's mouth with his fingertips, and said, "If you want to sleep with me, the little pillow should be wiped first. "

"Then...then I'll wipe it off." After finishing speaking, he took off his short white T-shirt in two or three strokes, and his white top/body/was exposed in the air. The low temperature at night made him go straight to Sheng Zhen. Drilling in his arms, "Can you hug the little pillow? The little pillow is so cold."

Sheng Zhen's hands were hanging by his sides.

He didn't hug the shivering little drunk in his arms, nor did he touch the top of the little drunk's hair.

He suppressed the emotions in his eyes, as if he was struggling for something, until a pair of cold hands in his arms pressed against his stomach, he suddenly came back to his senses, and pressed the warm pillow tightly against his body Down.

Wen Zhen was suddenly pushed down by bullying.

Before he could realize what happened, his eyes were filled with mist.

His rationality was constantly disturbed, and in an instant, he put everything behind him. At this moment, the little drunkard only knew that his big heater didn't even hug him.

Seeing the forbearance on the person's face, Wen Zhen felt aggrieved and bit Sheng Zhen's Adam's apple.

After biting, he clicked his tongue again, and commented like a rascal, "Why isn't it soft at all?"

soft?

He knew that the people under his body were soft everywhere, and he also wanted to taste how soft it was, whether it was like cotton candy, if he bit it down, it would be full of syrup.

Sheng Zhen supported his head with his right hand, touched the tooth marks on his Adam's apple with his left hand, and asked with a smile, "Little pillow, are you so fierce?"

"What's wrong with the little pillow?" Wen Zhen smashed his mouth and said triumphantly, "I bit Sheng Zhen, and Sheng Zhen will be mine from now on."

After finishing speaking, he glanced at the man with meaningful eyes, and added contentedly: "It's my big heater."

most of the time.

Sheng Zhen wanted to see what little pear flower essence, who usually had a cold face, looked like when she acted coquettishly.

But now, after he saw it as he wished, he realized that he couldn't resist at all, and he didn't want to resist the silent invitation and temptation from the person in front of him.

He wants to kiss.

Want to embed him in my arms.

I want to integrate him into my blood.

Let Xiaolihuajing be just a bird in his cage for the rest of his life.

But after hastily exposing this layer of trust and dependence that had been built with great difficulty, he was afraid that the little pear flower essence would slip out of the wall, leaving him no trace and returning to the boring life before.

Sheng Zhen thought for a while, and finally parted Wen Zhen's disheveled forehead hair, and dropped a pious kiss.

"You are mine alone."

The little drunk Wen Zhen couldn't understand this sentence at all, let alone the restraint in Sheng Zhen's eyes.

He put his arms around Sheng Zhen's neck, quickly raised his head, and kissed him on the forehead as well.

After the kiss fell, he let go and lay back, wiped his lips with a smile: "I want a kiss too."

In the dimly lit room, the molecules in the air moved rapidly as if they felt the huge hidden heat.

Wen Zhen looked at Sheng Zhen who didn't respond at all, and asked dissatisfiedly, "Why don't you praise Xiao Zhen? Xiao Zhen even kissed you."

Hearing this, Sheng Zhen, who had endured so much that his veins were showing, let out a laugh.

He couldn't help thinking, if Little Pear Blossom Jing really didn't stop taking pictures tomorrow morning, would he bang the wall in embarrassment, or would he stay in the room alone and go hungry for three or two days before coming out to apologize to him in a serious manner?

Just thinking about it made Sheng Zhen feel extremely interesting.

From between Wen Zhen's eyebrows, his fingertips went down inch by inch, brushing the bridge of his nose, forehead, behind his lips, and finally stopped in front of his collarbone.

Further down is the sea of ​​desire, where the flames of war are on fire.

Sheng Zhen looked away patiently, and said in a warm voice: "The little pillow is awesome. The little pillow is made of pear flower essence, which is fragrant and soft."

Wen Zhen nodded with satisfaction and said, "Well, the little pillow is fragrant and soft, so why is Sheng Zhen hard everywhere?"

He smiled, leaned into Sheng Zhen's ear, and whispered, "Although Sheng Zhen is hard and uncomfortable to hold, Xiaozhen still... likes Sheng Zhen the most."

Nothing a drunkard says can be taken seriously.

Sheng Zhen, who is well versed in this principle, broke the precept this time: "Who does Xiaozhen like the most?"

"You." Wen Zhen pressed his fingertips against the tip of Sheng Zhen's nose, and he poked it. After feeling that it was as hard as an Adam's apple, he frowned again and asked in confusion, "Why does Sheng Zhen do this everywhere?" Is it hard? Damn, it’s not easy to poke at all.”

So cute.

How can he tell him that the reason why he is hard everywhere is because he, a little drunk, is soft everywhere?

Sheng Zhen pressed his tongue against his lower jaw, and said in a hoarse voice, "I'll know later on, Xiaozhen."

Wen Zhen yawned, and the water in his eyes became even more steamy.

He blinked and urged: "Hurry up and wipe the little pillow, the little pillow is going to sleep with you."

"Yeah." Sheng Zhen got up, wrapped the person in a circle with the blanket on the side, and said in a gentle voice, "I'm going to the bathroom to get water. Before I come back, make sure that the pillow doesn't move around."

Wrapped like a silkworm baby's warm pillow, she responded obediently: "Okay. I promise Sheng Zhen not to move around."

Hearing this, Sheng Zhen went into the toilet in peace.

But what he didn't know was that the little drunk on the bed started to roll around indiscriminately after he left.

The little drunk struggled for a while, the silkworm clothes fell to the ground, and the white upper body was exposed in the air again.

Because of his rolling, the trousers faded down a bit, revealing the white hem of the trousers inside.

Wen Zhen felt that his head was not so dizzy when Sheng Zhen was there.

But as soon as his big heater was gone, he became cold all over, and everything in front of him seemed to be turning over, which made him dizzy.

In a daze of consciousness, he rolled around and around until he rolled to the edge of the bed and was about to fall, when the big heater he was thinking about came out again and fished him back to the bed.

Smell that familiar fragrance.

The little drunk went straight into Sheng Zhen's arms, and automatically turned on the coquettish mode: "Why did you come here, I've been waiting for you for a long time."

Sheng Zhen couldn't help it.

When he first came out, when he saw Wen Zhen almost fell off the bed, he breathed a sigh of relief, didn't care about anything, didn't even have time to pretend, and ran over to catch him.

He originally wanted to show some color to Wen Xiaogui, but when the little drunk acted like a baby, he lost his mind.

"Why don't you talk?" Wen Zhen's vision gradually blurred, and the heat rushed from his feet to the top of his head, "Huh? Why are there two big Shengzhen stoves?"

Sheng Zhen couldn't help laughing: "Because Xiaozhen is drunk, I'll wipe Xiaozhen, and Xiaozhen can go to sleep, okay?"

"Okay." Wen Zhen pillowed Sheng Zhen's leg, turned over, and said softly, "Xiao Zhen wants to sleep with Sheng Zhen."

He has no idea.

What is the thing in front of his head.

Wen Xiaogui only knew that he was very dizzy, and he couldn't wait to sleep with Sheng Zhen.

Sheng Zhen's breathing became heavier.

He closed his eyes, persuading himself from the bottom of his heart, to be a human being and not to take advantage of others' dangers.

But the person on his lap moved his head forward a few centimeters as if he wanted to oppose him.

But this time, Sheng Zhen didn't wait for a reaction.

The little drunk got up by himself, rubbed the top of his hair, and said dissatisfiedly: "Sheng Zhen, something poked me just now, it was too hard, next time you will become soft like a pillow .”

The atmosphere is eerie.

The little drunk blushed, talking nonsense.

Sheng Zhen couldn't hold back, pinched his face, and leaned into his ear and said, "Honey, that won't soften. It's a bad thing that can make you cry."

Wen Zhen pulled his hand away and said angrily: "I won't cry, I, Wen Zhen, as a venerable, have never cried."

Sheng Zhen smiled lightly: "Try it and you'll know."

He simply stopped pretending, and got up directly to fetch warm water, wet a towel and wipe his face on the warm pillow.

Wen Zhen closed her eyes tightly, her eyelashes fluttered slightly, and muttered in a low voice: "Sheng Zhen, it's a little itchy."

"Ok?"

"Don't wipe it off, okay?" Wen Zhen opened her moist eyes and asked after discussing, "Shall we go straight to sleep?"

But in the next second, Sheng Zhen grabbed his waist directly, and wrapped the towel on Wen Zhen's collarbone.

He couldn't help but say, "That's not okay, baby, this is just the beginning."

In normal times, watching Sheng Zhen change from normal and become so strong, a sober pillow would definitely ask him what's wrong.

But now, after he was drunk, Sheng Zhen was perfect no matter what in his eyes.So no matter what he does, Wen Zhen will not resist, but will subconsciously acquiesce.

He raised his fluffy head to rub against Sheng Zhen's arm, and said in a low voice, "Then Sheng Zhen, please hurry up, Xiao Zhen is so sleepy, Xiao Zhen wants to sleep with you."

go to bed.

Thinking of the word sleep, after the little drunk in front of him had said it n+1 times, Sheng Zhen sighed helplessly.

He closed his eyes and allowed himself to wipe his body on the warm pillow without distraction.

Seeing that he ignored him, Wen Zhen didn't get angry, so she blinked her bright eyes and stared at him, which were full of joy and affection.

It wasn't until Sheng Zhen rubbed against his waist that he trembled and hugged Sheng Zhen's hand tightly: "The towel is so cold, but the pillow is cold." After speaking, he burrowed deeper into Sheng Zhen's arms.

No one is Liu Xiahui who sits in his arms.

Many sages can't do it, let alone trying to become an ordinary person.

When he opened his eyes again, his eyes were dim, and the emotions in his eyes seemed to be gushing out in the next second.

"Little pillow, don't move around."

Wen Zhen pursed her lips, but she still listened to Sheng Zhen's words and didn't get into his arms again.He spread his belly and let Sheng Zhen continue to wipe him.

The pear tree in the courtyard dropped pale white petals with the evening wind.

The little pear flower essence in the room was wiped off with the help of the Taoist companion, and his whole body turned red with embarrassment.

After helping Wen Zhen put on her pajamas, Sheng Zhen finally finished this difficult project.

Wen Zhen raised her head and asked, "It's finished wiping, can Sheng Zhen sleep with Xiao Zhen?"

Sheng Zhen's eyes faltered on Wen Zhen's half-shattered trousers, he thought for a while, and asked softly, "It's uncomfortable to sleep in jeans, do you want Xiao Zhen to change into a pair of trousers?"

Wen Zhen nodded obediently: "Okay, the pillow can't be taken off, Sheng Zhen will help change it."

Sheng Zhen held the pot for a moment, his eyes darkened, and he asked inexplicably, "Are you sure you want me to change it for you? Isn't the little pillow abiding by the rules?"

"But." Wen Zhen blinked, "But aren't we Taoist couples?"

Sheng Zhen didn't want to bully the little drunk, he euphemistically reminded: "But we are Taoist couples in name only."

"Then sit tight." Wen Zhen got up, supported his head and grabbed the corner of his clothes, "You are so stupid, Sheng Zhen."

stupid?

It takes a real fool to give himself up to someone else in a drunken state of insanity.

Thinking of this, Sheng Zhen got up and asked, "Have you ever had a Taoist partner before?"

"No! Those people are not as perfect as you, I only have you."

"Huh?" Sheng Zhen was inexplicably amused, "Why am I perfect?"

"You are good-looking, you cook delicious food, and you care about Xiaozhen." His eyes were blurred, as if he was remembering something, "They don't know these things."

"Yeah." Sheng Zhen put down the water basin, rubbed his head, and coaxed, "I'll put the water basin in first, and Xiaozhen can change his pants by himself, okay?"

Wen Zhen tugged twice, but couldn't untie it, and said aggrievedly: "But it is against Xiao Zhen, and Xiao Zhen can't untie his pants."

Sheng Zhen closed his eyes.

The tip of the tongue pressed against the right cheek, poking a small grain bag.

He didn't open his eyes, he stretched his hand down based on his feeling, and unbuttoned the trousers of the person in front of him: "Untie it, change the pillow yourself."

"Oh." He rolled over and pulled up the clean pajama pants, "Then you go and come back quickly, the little pillow is waiting for you to come back."

Sheng Zhen didn't dare to stay any longer.

He picked up the basin and quickly walked into the bathroom.

The master bedroom bathroom is much larger than the side bedroom bathroom.

Sheng Zhen held the mouth of the sink with his hands, leaned over and looked in the mirror, his eyes were scarlet, and his expression was forbearing and restrained.

He laughed, turned on the faucet, picked up a handful of water, and buried his face in his palms.

After repeating this action many times, most of the distracting thoughts in his head, as well as the restlessness welling up in his heart, dissipated.

After Xiaolihuajing is drunk, she is seductive and unaware. Compared with him who usually pretends to be calm and serious, but is very shy, it seems to be another beautiful scene.

He really wanted to tear off the disguise and let Little Pear Blossom Jing know she was afraid.

But reason forced him back to the brink of calmness.

He wanted too much, and now he hastily stepped forward, which would only force the little pear blossom essence back into the hard protective shell.

Sheng Zhen took a deep breath and thought to himself, it was rumored that he had never been close to women and lived a pure life with few desires.

But these, in front of this little pear flower essence, are vulnerable.

When he smiled, he directly defeated his defense.

Thinking of this, Sheng Zhen looked out the window at the pear tree under the moonlight.

After throwing away the rest of his restless thoughts, he quickly took off his clothes and took a cold shower while the little drunk inside was still changing his pajama pants.

After Sheng Zhen came out of the bathroom.

Only then did he see clearly what the little drunk on the bed who had promised to change his pants had done.

The pants did change.

But because the front and back of the pajama pants were not much different, the little drunk couldn't tell the difference, so he just wore the reverse side.

The pillow in front of the bed was ravaged by him and fell to the bottom of the bed, the sheets were rolled up, and most of the quilt fell off. I don't know, I thought Wen Zhen was tearing down the bed.

Little Drunkard Wen obviously saw Sheng Zhen too.

He raised his disheveled head and smiled brightly: "I've changed it, let's go to bed quickly. Otherwise, we won't be able to wake up tomorrow and open a store to make money."

Open a shop to make money?

Sometimes, seeing Xiao Lihuajing working so hard for this little money, Sheng Zhen would think wickedly, what would his reaction be if he knew his true identity?

Whether to ignore him angrily and annoyed, or to point at him in shock and be speechless.

After all, the little pear flower essence in front of him was a fool who wanted to transfer hundreds of dollars to him, and because he was afraid of the dark, he bought him four desk lamps that lasted less than an hour.

Sheng Zhen bent her lips.

After approaching, he picked up all the pillows under the bed and began to change the pillowcases.

The culprit at the side asked puzzledly, "Why did you undress it?"

"Because its clothes were stained by the pillow."

"Oh." The little drunk lowered his head apologetically, and whispered, "I'm sorry."

Sheng Zhen laughed, and after changing it in twos and twos, he lifted the quilt again, shook off the dust and began to change the quilt cover.

Wen Zhen looked interesting, and began to learn in style.

He lifted up his clothes and waved them as if he was about to take them off.

Fortunately, Sheng Zhen quickly stopped his movements.

"What does Little Pillow want to do?"

"Xiaozhen's clothes are also dirty." He pointed to the closet, "Xiaozhen wants to change into Sheng Zhen's clothes."

"Sheng Zhen has no clothes to wear." Sheng Zhen lied without changing his expression.

"Oh." The little drunk patted his chest and assured loudly, "The little pillow will go to earn money to buy clothes for Sheng Zhen tomorrow."

Sheng Zhen hummed, and began to speed up the speed of changing the quilt cover.

He knew that Little Pear Blossom Jing looked energetic, but in fact her eyes were almost too sleepy to blink.

Wen Zhen sits beside him and looks at him.

After he finished changing, he blinked and said solemnly, "Sheng Zhen is so pretty."

Sheng Zhen didn't answer.

He lay on the bed, pulled the quilt to his side, and then patted the empty space in front of the little drunkard's arm: "Come here."

Wen Zhen leaned over obediently.

As soon as he got into the bed, he quickly got into Sheng Zhen's arms, and couldn't help but sigh: "Sheng Zhen is so warm."

Sheng Zhen looked at the person in his arms and asked, "Did Xiaozhen have a good time today?"

"Huh?" The little drunk hugged the big heater tightly and whispered, "I'm happy, but Sheng Zhen isn't there, so I'm still a little unhappy. It would be great if Sheng Zhen also knew that today is my birthday."

Sheng Zhen's eyes darkened, and he twisted the chin of the person in his arms: "How do you know, Sheng Zhen doesn't know your birthday."

The little drunk blinked innocently: "Because of Sheng Zhen... I don't know, I forgot why."

Sheng Zhen still didn't let go.

With the other hand, he brushed the little drunkard's forehead hair away, and when he saw that exquisite and impeccable face was completely exposed, he smiled and said, "Sheng Zhen remembers that he even prepared a gift for the little pillow."

"What about the gift?"

"Xiaozhen has to take the presents by herself." Sheng Zhen pointed to his thin lips, and after pressing his fingertips down to his heart, he said in a deep voice, "All these are for Xiaozhen, for Xiaozhen's birthday." hapiness."

In the dim room, the broken stars in the little drunk's eyes became brighter.

He rushed forward and kissed Sheng Zhen's heart almost savagely.

Through the clothes.

Sheng Zhen couldn't feel anything.

But as if he felt everything, his fingertips curled up.

He asked in a hoarse voice, "What is Xiaozhen doing?"

"I'm kissing Xiaozhen's gift." He rolled his eyes with a smile and said in a soft voice, "Xiaozhen likes this gift so much."

Sheng Zhen pinched the tips of his ears, rested his chin on his hair, and said restrainedly, "It's as long as Xiaozhen likes it."

The little drunk seemed a little shy.

He rubbed Sheng Zhen's chin with the top of his head, and said sweetly: "Then let's go to bed quickly, and open a shop to make money after we wake up."

Sheng Zhen hugged the person in his arms and said with a smile: "Happy birthday, Xiaozhen, I wish Xiaozhen a safe and happy year, and good fortune every year."

The little drunk was obviously too sleepy to speak.

With sleepy eyes, he said vaguely: "I still hope...Sheng Zhen will always..."

Before finishing speaking, he closed his eyes and fell asleep.

Sheng Zhen laughed.

He took advantage of the moonlight that quietly broke into the room, and carefully looked at the person in his arms.

His fingertips followed the little drunkard's eyebrows, inch by inch, until Sheng Zhen stopped when he passed by his slightly parted pink lips due to breathing.

He closed his eyes and gathered his fingertips.

I thought, no matter how patient I am, it won't be too long.

Crowing turns morning.

In the distance, the sky turned white, and after a while, the sky broke, and the morning light came to the world again, awakening the dreams of all things in the world.

The end result of a hangover is to wake up the next day with a splitting headache.

Wen Zhen lay on the bed, struggled for a few seconds, and then opened his eyes sleepily.

After seeing his current situation clearly, Wen Zhen's ears turned red in shock, and she straightened up.

He was lying in Sheng Zhen's arms, and Sheng Zhen's arms were still around his waist.

Covered under the quilt, there was a hard/object against his thigh, Wen Zhen swallowed nervously, and sensed a hint of danger based on his body instinct.

"Are you awake?" Sheng Zhen, who had woken up a long time ago, looked at the nervous little white rabbit in his arms, with a little interest in his eyes.

Wen Zhen nodded invisibly.

His voice was awkward: "Can you let me go first?"

A laugh escaped Sheng Zhen's throat, and he asked, "Little pillow, have you forgotten what you did last night?"

Wen Zhen was drunk once before rebirth, although he woke up the next day, he didn't remember anything.But fortunately, he was the only one in Qingshan courtyard that night.

But since that time, he has never touched alcohol again.

One is that he is afraid that he will overstep the rules when he is drunk, and the other is that he will go crazy after being drunk.

But the broken piece of the warm pillow obviously doesn't remember, last night, he did the two things he was most afraid of.

"I don't remember." Wen Zhen whispered, shaking his ears.

These words were actually expected by Sheng Zhen.

But after knowing clearly that Little Pear Blossom Jing really didn't remember, he was also a little disappointed.

It's a pity, he still wants to see the transformation process of Xiaolihuajing from fair to pink after recalling it.

Thinking of this, Sheng Zhen pushed his upper jaw viciously, and asked in surprise, "Do you really not remember?"

His tone fell into Wen Zhen's ears, like a young girl who has been molested.

Wen Zhen raised his hand, turned over neatly, brushed up his messy hair and asked, "What did I do... something bad?"

Sheng Zhen lowered her eyes and said in a low voice: "Xiaozhen...Xiaozhen didn't allow me to move last night, so I must let me kiss you."

In the courtyard of the pear tree, the wind blows up the remaining flowers all over the ground, making the courtyard rustle.

Accompanied by the meowing of the kitten in the small courtyard next door, Wen Zhen's heart beat like a drum beating as if it had been hit by a heavy object.

The pinkness spread from the tips of his ears down to his cheeks, and then the flames of war ignited, crushing his calmness to the last line of defense.

Wen Zhen felt thirsty for no reason, he licked his lips, and asked carefully and seriously: "Then did you kiss?"

In the room mixed with light, Sheng Zhen's eyes gradually darkened.

He asked in a deep voice, "What do you think, Xiao Zhen?"

he thinks?

Wen Zhen held his breath and thought about the answer to this question.

Finally honestly say, "I don't think you have, you wouldn't take advantage of someone."

"Then I might have let Xiaozhen down." Sheng Zhen stood up with his arms propped up, then put on the glasses that were set aside, "I kissed Xiaozhen..."

Wen Zhen stepped forward and covered his mouth.

Usually shy, only the exposed skin is red, but this will be stimulated by Sheng Zhen's untrue lies, his eyes are mixed with water vapor, and a pink mushroom cloud explodes in his head.

"Stop it." He bit his lower lip, "It's all the alcohol's fault, I won't drink again next time."

Guaranteed.

Sheng Zhencai let him go contentedly.

It's just that he has a bad nature, and when Wen Zhen was about to let go, he stuck out his tongue/tip and licked his palm.

"Like this." He bent his lips, "I kissed Xiaozhen's hand."

Wen Zhen was stunned.

After he froze in place for a while, he immediately turned over and got out of bed, before he even had time to put on his shoes, he ran back to his room with his mobile phone.

Is Little Pear Blossom Essence shy again?

However, the little pear flower essence is really fragrant, even the palms are fragrant and soft, like a pure white pear flower with fragrance.

Thinking of this, Sheng Zhen pulled his lower lip, then unbuttoned his pajamas, ready to change and wash.

A warm pillow hiding in the room.

After turning my head around the eighteen bends of the mountain road, I came back to God.

He sat on the bed with his knees bent, buried his face in his arms, and tried hard to recall what happened last night. Why did the hooked Sheng Zhen wake up in the morning...beast/sexy?

But after a long time, he couldn't find any clues.

It wasn't until the phone rang suddenly that his wandering thoughts were pulled back to the small room.

"Hello? Pillow." Zhou Chen on the other end of the conversation was beaming, his loud voice restrained a bit.

"Ah."

"Why didn't you return your brother Zhou's phone call last night?" Zhou Chen asked puzzled, "Are you angry with brother Zhou? Angry at you that brother Zhou didn't accompany you for your birthday?"

"Pfft."

sometimes.

Wen Zhen really didn't know whether to say that Zhou Chen was narcissistic, or to blame himself for giving him such confidence.

"No? What are you laughing at?"

"It's nothing. I'm not angry, I just went to bed early and didn't see the message."

"That's it." Zhou Chen laughed, "Then hurry up and get the red envelope that my brother gave you. Your brother is in good spirits on happy occasions recently, and even the red envelopes are much bigger than before. Go and get it. If you don't, Just to be angry with you Brother Zhou and not to give you Brother Zhou face."

After Wen Zhen replied and hung up the phone, she clicked on the WeChat chat page and received the red envelope that smelled of money.

1888.

What an auspicious number.

Wen Zhen curled the corners of her lips, and immediately replied with a thank you emoji.

Zhou Chen replied quickly.

He made a toothless expression, and two words of blessing.

——I wish Xiaozhen's career to a higher level, and the new year will be full of luck.

It's okay to be lucky.

With Sheng Zhen, a perfect Taoist partner who can't be met, he has nothing else to ask for.

Just as he was thinking, he heard a knock on the door.

Wen Zhen is like a rabbit who has encountered a wolf, subconsciously hiding under the quilt, even the white toes are all hidden under the quilt.

"Little Pillow is out for breakfast."

Sheng Zhen's voice remained unchanged.

It seemed that just now, he just did an ordinary thing.

Wen Zhen rolled her eyes and said in a muffled voice, "I'm not hungry, I still want to sleep."

The knocking stopped suddenly.

After one or two small pear blossoms fell from the pear tree in the courtyard, Sheng Zhen said helplessly, "You must have a stomach upset after drinking so much wine last night. Be obedient and go to bed after eating, little pillow."

He didn't drink so much wine, he retorted softly in his heart.

Sheng Zhen threw out the temptation, "I made your favorite polenta, and I also made a basket of red bean paste buns. If you don't come out to eat, it will stink at noon, so you can only give it to the kitten next door."

Wen Zhen turned over and began to struggle in his heart.

"If Xiaozhen doesn't come out again, I'll go get the key and open the door."

Hearing this, Wen Zhen quickly got up and opened the door.

He poked out his fluffy head, and there were still a few little hairs dangling on the top of his head: "I want to finish eating, and I won't give it to the kitten next door."

The kitten next door let out an aggrieved cry.

Sheng Zhen laughed: "Okay."

Wen Zhen came over to push him hesitantly. After the two passed the courtyard and came to the kitchen, he quickly let go of the wheelchair and sat on the chair with his head down.

Sheng Zhen saw his movements, but just continued to serve him porridge without saying a word.

The atmosphere is eerie.

It wasn't until Wen Zhen was looking for something that he opened the refrigerator and saw the cake inside, and then asked doubtfully, "Is this... bought for me?"

"Otherwise?" Sheng Zhen asked with a smile, "Who else can I buy it for besides the pillow?"

See him not talking.

Sheng Zhen threw out a killer trick: "Last night I thought you would come back for your birthday, so I bought a cake and made a table of your favorite dishes waiting for you to come back."

Wen Zhen's heart softened, and he turned around and apologized: "I'm sorry, I thought you didn't know."

"How could it be?" Sheng Zhen smiled, "As long as it is related to Xiaozhen, I will remember it."

Wen Zhen bit her lower lip.

The bottom of my heart began to bubble with sourness.

He couldn't help but think, if one day, Sheng Zhen knew that he was not the original body, would he treat him as well as he is now?

Probably not, after all Sheng Zhen likes the original body, not him.

"Xiaozhen has breakfast first, and the cake will be eaten later." Sheng Zhen teased deliberately, "I won't give it to the kitten next door."

Wen Zhen nodded.

After going back and sitting down, he offered Sheng Zhen a bean paste bun.

Such an obvious act of flattery.

How could Sheng Zhen not see it.

He smiled and said: "This is specially made for Xiaozhen, I don't want to eat it, Xiaozhen can eat it."

After speaking, he put the bean paste bag back.

This action is a little intimate.

Even if Wen Zhen thinks he is an emotional idiot, he knows what it seems to mean.

After staring at the bean paste buns in the bowl for a few seconds, he hesitated for a while before moving his chopsticks to pick them up and eat them.

The eyes of the person opposite became hotter, and the bean paste filling in his mouth became richer and sweeter. After eating a bun, his face turned red and his ears turned red, like a plump and juicy peach, alluring for no reason.

The irritating mobile phone rang suddenly, disrupting the pink-bubbling atmosphere of the two of them.

After Wen Zhen came back to her senses, she frantically answered the phone: "Hello?"

"Little Pillow!!!" Zhou Chen roared again, "What's the matter with you? How come people took so many intimate photos of you and Xu Yilin."

After a warm pillow meal, he glanced at the person who was talking and laughing at Yanyan.

He retorted subconsciously: "No, I didn't."

"Weibo has turned the world upside down now. Go and see for yourself. The photos of the two of you are now being spread by major marketing accounts. The company can't suppress it, and the trolls are useless."

"What should I do?"

"Wait." Zhou Chen calmed down unexpectedly, "Wait for Xu Yilin's response, the company can't put so much effort on you to clarify, moreover, they won't let you intentionally take advantage of this wave of enthusiasm, and take the black and red route. Not bad."

"Well, let me take a look first."

"Don't be impulsive, you must not post on Weibo at this juncture, or you will be torn apart by Xu Yilin's fans." Zhou Chen hurriedly persuaded.

"understood."

Wen Zhen hung up the phone and opened Weibo with a headache.

He thought, the entertainment industry is really difficult, it's nice to be rich, and he wants to be rich too.

It's a pity that he not only has no money, but also has to make money to support his family.

The top three trending searches on the Weibo homepage were all related to Xu Yilin.

#Xu Yilin & Warm Pillow#

#Xu Yilin sends warm pillow home#

#Xu Yilin intimate drama#

Wen Zhen frowned, and clicked on the most popular hot search at the front.

The comment area seems to be full of endless curses from fans.

Wen Zhen didn't care anymore.

He clicked on the photos that were constantly being spread by the marketing account, and only after zooming in did he see exactly what was being photographed.

The photo is a bit blurry, but it's not hard to recognize them.

Judging from the shooting angle of the photo, Xu Yilin and his nose are almost touching. If you take a quick look, you will think that the two are kissing.

Conscience of heaven and earth, this is obviously the fight scene a few days ago.

The reason why they got so close was entirely because of the script and the director's requirement to reflect the intensity of the battle.

Wen Zhen pursed her lips, and just about to turn off the phone, a pair of hands came from in front of her and snatched the phone away.

It's Sheng Zhen.

He raised his phone with a smile, and asked meaningfully: "Is it because of him that Xiaozhen didn't come back to celebrate my birthday with me last night?"