Sir, your vest is off!

The problem is... tonight is the wedding night anyway, what about the wedding ceremony?What about being turned into a red wave?

Just fell asleep like this?asleep? ? ?

Song Lan was hugged by Zhou Wenqing. The man's body was so hot that he was sweating a little.

Song Lan opened her eyes and secretly looked at Zhou Wenqing. Zhou Wenqing seemed to be asleep, her breathing was steady, and she was sleeping very well.

Come on, it seems that he is the only one who can't sleep.

Those charming imaginations were blown away by Song Lan. Song Lan gently turned her back to Zhou Wenqing, but she was hugged even tighter by Zhou Wenqing. The distance between the two was only two layers of thin bathrobes. The touch is really, really noticeable.

With this movement, Song Lan blushed, not because he was impure, but because this posture was really subtle.

"Ah...don't dare to move." Song Lan bit her nails lightly and muttered softly, for fear that if she moved, she would "provoke" someone who shouldn't be provoked.

Song Lan held his eyelids stiffly until the middle of the night, and finally couldn't hold it any longer, and huddled into the arms of the man behind him in a daze, found a comfortable position, rubbed his legs up against the other man's, and fell asleep soundly. stable.

Zhou Wenqing was really helpless because of this little thing, he opened his eyes helplessly, and smiled at the little idiot whose hair was curled up from sleep.

With a "chirp", Zhou Wenqing lightly pecked the tip of Song Lan's nose, "Little idiot."

Stupid Lanlan.

Then he fell asleep with his arms around him until dawn.

Song Lan had no dreams all night. When she was about to wake up, she felt that something was rubbed against her thigh, but she didn't know what it was. Song Lan unconsciously stretched out her hand to touch this disturbing thing.

"Huh?" Song Lan frowned, stiffly.

Why does it feel like a child's arm?

There was a heavy breathing sound next to his ear, Song Lan woke up instantly, and withdrew his hand like an electric shock.

Zhou Wenqing opened his slightly sunken eyes. Men in the early morning are always a little depressed, looking at Song Lan's helpless little expression.

Song Lan didn't realize the ambiguous posture of the two of them, looking at Zhou Wenqing's eyes, subconsciously wanted to break the delicate atmosphere, "Good morning, good morning, Wen Qing."

Zhou Wenqing said in a low voice, "Morning, Lan Lan."

After falling into silence again, Zhou Wenqing kissed Song Lan's forehead, "Good morning kiss."

Song Lan's eyelashes trembled, and she wanted to shrink back, but finally felt something was wrong.

Zhou Wenqing half-raised his eyebrows, showing his first smile today, "It seems that Lanlan is a little octopus?"

That's right, Song Lan has already discovered that his arms are holding Zhou Wenqing's waist, one leg is clinging to Zhou Wenqing's, and the other leg is stuck... where it shouldn't be.

Not long ago, Song Lan even touched it.

Song Lan's hand trembled slightly, and Zhou Wenqing still had a reaction. He didn't know whether he should move his leg or not.

In the end, it was Zhou Wenqing who got up mercifully and tucked the quilt up for Song Lan, "I'll make breakfast, you can sleep for a while."

Song Lan covered the quilt to the position below the eyes, responded with a loud voice, then quickly buried her whole head in the quilt, and put on the ostrich.

As for Zhou Wenqing?

Zhou Wenqing took a look at his state, and it seemed that he was not surprised by such a situation, so he calmly went into the bathroom and took a shower.

Song Lan was sitting at the dining table, and Zhou Wenqing had already served him pumpkin porridge, steamed a basket of steamed dumplings with three delicacies, and deep-fried dough sticks bought from someone who didn't know where, fried until golden and "fluffy".

Song Lan silently pushed the fried dough sticks away, and Zhou Wenqing said, "Don't be picky."

Song Lan: "Okay." But now he really can't face fried dough sticks, as long as he sees them, he will think of what happened in the morning.

"Hey..." Song Lan looked at the deep-fried dough sticks with a broken face, and lifted her mouth to look at Zhou Wenqing who was eating porridge and deep-fried dough sticks in a leisurely manner, "Wen Qing, can I not eat deep-fried dough sticks?"

Zhou Wenqing put down the spoon, "Don't you like it?"

Song Lan nodded, "I'm not a picky eater. I really don't like deep-fried dough sticks. I haven't liked them since I was a child."

Song Lan lied, in fact, he still likes deep-fried dough sticks, especially the deep-fried dough sticks in Malatang and Maocai.

Zhou Wenqing saw that Song Lan was serious, although he was a little surprised, he still moved the fritters to his side.

Song Lan breathed a sigh of relief as if being pardoned, and began to drink the pumpkin porridge with relish, feeling that the pumpkin porridge was really sweet and delicious.

"Lan Lan, what do you think about the wedding?" Zhou Wenqing finished his share of porridge, and locked his eyes on Song Lan who was still drinking porridge.

Song Lan choked, Zhou Wenqing quickly pulled out a tissue, and gently wiped the porridge off Song Lan's lips.

"Cough, cough, why are you talking about this all of a sudden?"

Zhou Wenqing patted Song Lan on the back, carefully choosing his words, "It is necessary to announce the established relationship to the outside world, so that I don't have to socialize on unnecessary occasions."

Okay, this is very similar to what Zhou Wenqing said.

"However, a lot of relatives and friends should come to the wedding, right?" Song Lan thought of the thin layer of paper on her household registration book, and said hesitantly, "But I don't have any relatives and friends, so it will be embarrassing if no one comes. .”

After finishing speaking, Song Lan laughed aloud, "But if necessary, I can also cooperate with you. It's okay, after all, you are also a respectable person."

And it's more traditional, Song Lan thought of it, Zhou Wenqing even wanted to give it to the other half for the first time, isn't that the main reason for the two of them to get married?

Thinking about it this way, it was easy to understand that Zhou Wenqing wanted to hold a wedding.

Zhou Wenqing quietly looked at Song Lan who was smiling a bit far-fetchedly for a while, "Actually, it doesn't matter if you don't have a wedding, I will take you to meet my business friends and partners, so I can introduce you and let them know about our relationship." relationship will do."

In the end, Zhou Wenqing said, "Don't stress."

Song Lan opened his mouth slightly and looked at Zhou Wenqing who spoke seriously, his expression seemed to be a little dumbfounded.

Zhou Wenqing tightened his hands on his knees, resisting the thought of stroking the little idiot's hair.

Song Lan suddenly smiled, and the two little deer eyes were shining brightly, bending into two small crescents, "Zhou Wenqing, you are so kind."

Zhou Wenqing was taken aback, and his lips raised an inconspicuous small arc, "Really?"

Zhou Wenqing went to work, and Song Lan wandered around the house by herself, opening the rooms one by one and wandering around carefully.

But when he reached the end of the corridor on the third floor, he found an inconspicuous room.

"Here, Zhou Wenqing doesn't seem to have brought me here before?" Could it be that he forgot?

Song Lan pressed the doorknob to open it, hesitated for a moment, and said to himself, "It's not good to enter other people's rooms casually, right? If there are more secret things inside, wouldn't this be an invasion of privacy?"

Another thought was, "We're both husband and wife now, let's go in and see what's going on? We're not outsiders?"

After much deliberation, the desire to take a look prevailed, and Song Lan lightly pressed the doorknob.

The door is locked.

Song Lan didn't give up and tried again, but it really couldn't be opened.

Song Lan was a little frustrated. All the doors in the house were open, but the door of this room was locked. Even the presence of this room was very low, as if it was deliberately hidden.

"I don't understand." Song Lan shook his head, "Maybe it's the utility room."

Song Lan said to herself like this.

When leaving, Song Lan looked at the door of this room again. If he didn't look closely, he couldn't tell that there was another room here, because the door was almost integrated with the wall except for the handle.

[The author has something to say: Lan Lan: My man has a secret.

Boss Zhou: emmmmm...]