Sir, your vest is off!

"Hmm..." Song Lan's whole body felt weak, especially his head, he couldn't lift it up, and he couldn't open his eyelids.

If there is an appropriate analogy, the computer has been turned on, the machine is running, and it is even running a little hot, but the display screen is not on.

At this time, a pair of big hands happened to caress his forehead with a little coolness.

Song Lan felt relieved, rubbed the palm of the man greedily, and opened her eyes a little.

Zhou Wenqing moved his palm away and said in a low voice, "Are you awake?"

Song Lan closed her eyes again, shrunk back to where Zhou Wenqing was lying, and leaned tightly into Zhou Wenqing's arms, with half of her small face pressed against Zhou Wenqing's chest, with an indistinct hum from her throat.

Song Lan's leg was dishonest, it was curled up on Zhou Wenqing's waist, and it didn't move.

Song Lan felt safe and comfortable and fell asleep again, which was a pain for Zhou Wenqing.

Half sweet, half bitter.

Zhou Wenqing moved slightly, wanting to get a little distance away from Song Lan, but just moved away by less than an inch, Song Lan became unhappy and groaned.

All right, what can I do, my little idiot will get used to it.

When Song Lan woke up after this sleep, half of Zhou Wenqing's body was sore.

Song Lan and Zhou Wenqing stared wide-eyed, Zhou Wenqing's face was very close, and Song Lan could clearly see every eyelash of Zhou Wenqing.

So exciting in the morning, no, not so good?

Song Lan touched herself, oh, no clothes on.

Then Song Lan touched Zhou Wenqing carefully again, good guy, he's not wearing any clothes.

"Lan Lan." Zhou Wenqing's eyes were deep, as if he could suck people in at a glance.

Song Lan's voice was dry, "What, why?"

Zhou Wenqing took a deep breath helplessly, suppressing his restlessness, "Don't be too naughty in the morning."

Song Lan: "!!!"

Song Lan quickly withdrew her hands and feet and lay down straight. Zhou Wenqing got up and walked into the bathroom.

The sound of rushing water came from the bathroom, and Song Lan covered her face with a flushed face.

"Damn it, didn't it happen that you got drunk again last night?" Song Lan bit the quilt, feeling extremely complicated.

But only Zhou Wenqing, who was leaning against the wall in the bathroom and flushing cold water in despair, knew that there was nothing last night.

Zhou Wenqing thought about it, but taking advantage of people's dangers is a must, so what's the difference between him and a beast?

As soon as Zhou Wenqing unbuttoned Song Lan, the little idiot fell asleep with his head tilted, dazedly smashed his little mouth, grabbed a corner of the quilt with two random hands, turned over and fell asleep alone with the corner of the quilt It's sweet.

Facing Song Lan's "pure" sleeping face, her heart melted, Zhou Wenqing compromised, and just took off her clothes so that Song Lan could sleep more comfortably.

Then he took a cold shower by himself.

I didn't expect to wake up in the morning and have to take a shower.

I don't know how long it took before the thoughts subsided. Zhou Wenqing sighed a long time, turned off the water, dried himself and went out.

Song Lan only showed two flickering eyes, and when she saw Zhou Wenqing approaching, she asked extremely uneasy: "Did we last night... what happened?"

Zhou Wenqing felt cold in his heart, but he still didn't show it, "What's wrong?"

Zhou Wenqing almost forgot that Song Lan still doesn't like him...

Thinking of this, Zhou Wenqing's eyes darkened.

Song Lan would be uneasy, but after all...

Song Lan hesitated and said, "I don't remember anything, what a pity."

Zhou Wenqing: "..." How can I best describe you?

Song Lan was still feeling lost, "Why don't you remember every time?"

Zhou Wenqing laughed, stepped forward and sat down on the edge of the bed, pinching Song Lan's cheeks with itchy fingers, "Are you disappointed?"

Song Lan nodded honestly.

Zhou Wenqing asked, "Why are you disappointed?"

They didn't get married because of love. Shouldn't it be more of a resistance to do such a thing?

Song Lan naturally understood, so he hesitated for a moment, but said, "I've done everything, I'm the only one who doesn't remember anything, and doesn't know what it feels like. Isn't that blind for nothing?"

Song Lan felt that she was a person who came here and made peace with her. Even if she married Zhou Wenqing because of "responsibility", since she was married, she should treat the marriage well and manage it well.

What's more, no matter where Zhou Wenqing is, it suits Song Lan's wishes quite well.

"We're husband and wife, aren't we? It's normal to do that... right?" Song Lan sat up, looking straight into Zhou Wenqing's eyes, as if serious.

"I thought you didn't like me, so you probably wouldn't want to do this. After all, you're not used to even kissing." Zhou Wenqing said frankly, but he got used to sleeping together very quickly, and his posture was quite bold.

"Ah, you said you like it." Song Lan blushed again and again, scratched her hair, and said lightly, "If you like this kind of thing, you can't rush it. Even though you're married, you're still not familiar with it. Besides, you don't like me either."

"I see, then it seems that I should work harder." Zhou Wenqing nodded.

"Huh? What are you trying to do?"

"Try to let us get acquainted quickly." After the words closed, Zhou Wenqing covered Song Lan and kissed her deeply.

When returning home, Zhou Wenqing looked at Song Lan who was still blushing while driving. Didn't he just kiss twice more and spend a little more time, you idiot, you haven't realized it yet.

"Lan Lan."

"hold head high?"

Zhou Wenqing teased him, "If I said we didn't do anything last night, wouldn't you be even more disappointed?"

Song Lan: "..." Yes, very much.

But Song Lan didn't suffer at all, "I was a little disappointed, but Mr. Zhou can bear it, isn't it not good? But it is, after all, Mr. Zhou is also 30 years old, not young .”

Men, the most taboo, one is old, the other is not good.

Zhou Wenqing was dismissed, but forgot how to return it for a while, and secretly gritted his teeth.

good.

It's getting colder, it's time to let the lifeless little idiot know why the bed is so big!

Song Lan knew she had made a slip of the tongue, and she let Song Lan coax and act coquettishly along the way, Zhou Wenqing had a sullen face, very much like the day when Zhou Wenqing left him in the bathroom when he went to get the certificate.

"I'm going to work. Be good at home." It's like what a father said to his naive son when he was about to go out.

Song Lan went from being wronged to being wronged, and now she is full of anger.

"Didn't you ignore me?" Song Lan gave Zhou Wenqing a blank look, turned her head, left, and slammed the door behind her.

Zhou Wenqing laughed angrily at this brat. Little idiot, he has a big temper. It was obvious that he was the first to provoke him.

Song Lan returned home, covered his head with a soft quilt, and there were a bunch of messy things in his head. When Zhou Wenqing was around, he couldn't put it on his face. Once Zhou Wenqing left, those things couldn't wait to burst through his head .

Yesterday he heard the "white moonlight on the tip of the heart" in Shen Yu's mouth. Although he didn't hear everything, just this sentence was enough for Song Lan to think about it, no, it was a brainstorm.

"That room, shouldn't it be Zhou Wenqing's Bai Yueguang's room?"

On the surface, she married him, but in fact, she was a golden house, and he was a shield?

No!Maybe a stand-in!That room only kept Bai Yueguang's things, but Bai Yueguang didn't like Zhou Wenqing, so Zhou Wenqing came to him!

And it's amazing, he looks like Bai Yueguang, and he happened to be one step ahead of Bai Yueguang, sleeping with Zhou Wenqing, who "my first time is for the other half"!

The more Song Lan thought about it, the more he felt that he was really a witty boy!

What I have to say is that Song Lan guessed correctly in some places, such as Zhou Wenqing's Bai Yueguang... I really don't like Zhou Wenqing.

Song Lan walked to the door of the small room. The door was still closed tightly. Song Lan tried to find out through the crack of the door, but it was impossible.

Song Lan felt a little uncomfortable.

Although I don't know why, it just feels a little uncomfortable.

Song Lan attributed this unpleasant feeling to "I have a white moonlight in my man's heart, I deserve my man's body, and my man's heart has poetry and distance with Bai Yueguang in the distance".

In short: Fuck, Zhou Wenqing really doesn't like me, and marrying me is just to be responsible.

"Trash old man, old thing." Song Lan mumbled back to the room, but remembered halfway, the old thing was not at home, why did he speak louder?

"Old stuff!"

The old guy Zhou Wenqing was having a meeting when he suddenly sneezed twice. The executives all stopped and looked at the boss who seemed to be in a good mood. Gu Boning even asked directly if he needed to call a doctor after the meeting. After all, the weather was getting colder. up.

Zhou Wenqing waved his hand, wondering why that little thing was muttering about him behind his back, maybe he was saying that he couldn't do it again.

After the meeting, Zhou Wenqing strode back to the office. There was still a pile of unread documents on the table. Zhou Wenqing was not in a hurry. He rubbed his chin with his fingers. Seeing that Gu Boning came in with a bunch of documents to report, how could he Not in the mood to listen for a while.

Gu Boning stopped working and reported with great insight, "Boss, is it Mr. Song's business?"

Zhou Wenqing neither admitted nor denied it, and Gu Boning knew it, so it must be.

"Mr. Song is young and an author of online literature, so his personality will inevitably be a little bit out of character. Boss, how much older you are, it's better to be more forgiving. If there is something wrong, it's better not to take it to heart." Gu Boning sincerely suggested.

"No." Zhou Wenqing said.

It seems that Mr. Song didn't make the boss unhappy by saying the wrong thing?Gu Boning listened attentively.

Zhou Wenqing looked at Gu Boning seriously, "Tell me, how do you coax the children if you make them unhappy?"

Gu Boning felt as if he didn't hear clearly, "Boss, can I ask a little more clearly? You made Mr. Song angry?"

Oh wow.

Zhou Wenqing omitted "old" and "not good", and briefly talked about the cause and effect.

As a super capable secretary, he still understood. Gu Boning pushed his glasses, "Boss, in this case, I suggest you buy a bunch of beautiful flowers such as red roses, and take Mr. Song to a romantic candlelight dinner. A romantic love movie, and another night of romantic passion and lingering, that’s enough.”

[The author has something to say: Old stuff: When will the days of cold baths end?

Lan Lan: Huh?What?

My mother asked me: I write thousands of words every day, how come there are so many words?

Me: Yes bb. 】