Ten years is not too late for a gentleman to marry

In the end, Cheng Qiyan decided to take a gamble, using the current time to gamble on the unknown for those three years, hehe... He felt that he was a little obsessed. . .

In this way, the life of three people under one roof began.

Tan Yuran pulled his suitcase, and he came prepared, but also as chic as traveling by car.

When Tan Yuran was handed a notice of getting started titled "Memorandum of Sending People Under the Fence", he smiled helplessly, so he was taken in!

It is necessary to say ugly words in the front, otherwise there will be endless troubles in the future.

The main content of that contract was for Tan Yuran to abide by his rules after moving here. There were so many clauses that writing a suicide note might not be so detailed.

"First, don't do things in my house that are contrary to my life style. Second, everything that involves money is AA. Third, take care of your own life, such as washing, cooking and cleaning the room Wait... Fourth, you are not allowed to bring people in without my consent. Fifth, don't try to brainwash Xiao Ting. Sixth, don't try to challenge my tolerance after fouling, otherwise, I will definitely kick you out. No tolerance! Please cooperate, thank you!"

Leaving out the more detailed part...

The above is the contract drafted by Cheng Qiyan overnight.

"If there is no objection, just sign it."

Tan Yuran wrote down his name without hesitation, but he hid his impatience very well.

Black and white, one per person, get it done!

"Also, your room has a separate bathroom, and you are not allowed to compete with me for the big bathroom at any time—Xiao Ting, go and go to sleep."

"Oh!"

Xiao Ting followed Cheng Qiyan into the bedroom very consciously, then stuck out her head and stretched out her hands to make a V letter to Tan Yuran, and winked playfully.

Tan Yuran also returned a victory gesture.

Cheng Qiyan intentionally ignored the movement behind him.

The step they each took was like playing chess through a gauze curtain, hazy and expectant, but impatient.

Tan Yuran was alone in the living room, and was able to take a closer look at Cheng Qiyan's living space.

It can be seen that he likes gray very much. The beige wallpaper is matched with the warm gray furniture. The overall look is rather dull, but the pink and innocence that belong to Xiaoting are permeated in every corner.

Strange style, but unexpectedly harmonious and warm.

Before going to bed, Tan Yuran handed Cheng Qiyan a bag.

"This is for you to keep."

"what?"

Cheng Qiyan unzipped the zipper and took a look, feeling speechless.

Strings of soft leather handcuffs, rope, whips and candles if any, it's just...

"I have limited self-control, and if I'm addicted to drugs, you tie me up, or handcuff me, just like last night."

Tan Yuran's gaze swept over someone's neck vaguely.

Cheng Qiyan didn't say anything, shrugged and slammed the door.

He couldn't deny what happened that night, since it had already started, why not accept it.

The human heart is like a city that never sleeps, because of the endless desire | because of the constant wanting to get it, and so on and on again, and then cycle to the day when it is disguised.

A new day starts with sunny-colored candied eggs. Simple materials, but full of fragrance, wake up sleepiness through the sense of smell.

Xiao Ting was already salivating, so she didn't care about her father's warning eyes, and put all her heart and soul into the piece of bacon that she knew was delicious at first sight.

The sky was dry and things were dry, Cheng Qiyan felt that he was on fire.

He pretended to be disapproving, nibbled on the breakfast bought outside at the other end of the table, and dealt with it bite by bite.

Early in the morning, her daughter took refuge in Tan Yuran's front because of a breakfast.

What a big mistake.