Venomous tongue top stream is a small stutter [rebirth]

"Ah, ah, my husband is so good!"

"Knocked me to death!!"

"Another day when my husband broke my leg!"

"I am Song Zhi's ear, please help me, I'm going to burn."

"Another one?" Yan Huai's expression remained the same.

The cucumber strips cut into small round pieces touched Song Zhi's lips lightly, with the cool temperature after washing.

The physical touch pulled Song Zhi away from his strange thoughts, he opened his mouth to hold it, deliberately leaving a part outside, and his eyes stopped on the mole on Yan Huai's Adam's apple.

Yan Huai let go of the cucumber, and Wen Liang's fingers slid along Song Zhi's ear tip all the way to the earlobe.

The latter grew soft fluff at the base of his ears, and his thoughts followed the trajectory of his fingertips and spread unscrupulously to his whole body.

The restless heart cannot be suppressed in the whole world.

Until Yan Huai said, "It's all yours."

"I said, what is this grandson waiting for?"

"If you want your husband to kiss you, just say so."

"Song Zhi: Why did you expose my QAQ?"

"Song Zhi: Do I want to lose face?"

The air defense alarm was sounded in Song Zhi's head, and Yan Huai's words were mixed with the tinnitus.He hastily swallowed the culprit's cucumber sticks, without saying hello, and ran out of the kitchen in a panic with his reddened face.

Then she hugged the round pillow and nestled in the fabric sofa, biting the cucumber that Yan Huai fed in her mouth, with his warmth still on her lips.

"Look at the wronged child."

"Husband too, why don't you kiss me again."

"Idiot, that was deliberately letting him go."

"I'm afraid that the cooking fume will choke him."

"Is this someone else's love?!"

Song Zhi's chin rested on the pillow, her thoughts were so overwhelming that she couldn't relax for a long time.

He desperately imagined all kinds of excuses for himself, and he must have been drunk or bewitched by the essential oil of roses.

It's not that he wants to do it again.

Brother Yan Huai doesn't think he's playing hooligans, does he?What if he doesn't like it?Obviously, I don't like him very much recently.

The more Song Zhi thought about it, the more uncomfortable she felt, so she just lay down on the sofa, buried her head under the pillow and rolled around.

"What the hell is he doing, pretending to be a maggot?"

"Even if it's a maggot, it's still a handsome maggot."

Until someone patted on the shoulder, "What are you doing?"

Song Zhi's back was stiff, her chest pressed against the sofa and held her breath, Yan Huai stood right in front of him through the gap of the pillow, looking at him with intriguing eyes.

Song Zhi seemed to be bound hands and feet, unable to move on the sofa, "No, no..."

"Stop playing, get ready to eat."

"Oh." Song Zhi buried another inch into the crack of the sofa.

After leaving a word, Yan Huai turned and went back to the restaurant.

"It's like a bastard playing with mud in the village."

"Damn, my husband told you to go home for dinner."

"Song Zhi: I just pretended to be a maggot and didn't play."

After confirming that Yan Huai had left, Song Zhi timidly got up from the sofa, tiptoed to the restaurant, and sat down at the seat farthest from Yan Huai.

"Sit here." Yan Huai patted the chair closest to him with an orderly tone.

Song Zhi didn't dare to refute, and obediently walked over to her.

Yan Huai came over and rubbed his head, pointing to the camera directly in front, "Be enthusiastic, the audience is watching."

"Hahaha, Song Jieba, who was put into business."

"Perform a doublesport immediately!"

"Two-person sports that can take off their clothes."

"Di—Super Invincible Adult Card."

Song Zhi nodded, picked up Yan Huai's favorite dish, held it with one hand, and handed it to his mouth, "You, eat."

Yan Huai was slightly startled, opened his mouth and bit down, "Good boy, I will praise you well later."

"Praise? What kind of praise?"

"Is that what I think?"

"The little face is gradually turning yellow."

Half an hour after the meal, Song Zhi was allowed to get a large bag of potato chips and soda, and sat side by side with Yan Huai on the sofa to watch TV.

The TV turned on, and it happened to be Yu Chengyuan's program.

"Look?" Yan Huai asked him.

Song Zhi shook her head, unscrewed the Coke and took a sip.

"Stop watching the movie and scold Yu Bailian?"

"Isn't he the best?"

Six months ago, Song Zhi was asked by Linda to start a live broadcast to interact with fans.In the two-hour live broadcast room, Song Zhi watched a movie of Yu Chengyuan with millions of black fans, and scolded him for two hours without repeating sentences.

"You know what, my husband has to be reserved."

"How can he pretend so well?"

It's been a while since he scolded Yu Chengyuan, Song Zhi's teeth were itchy, but the presence of brother Yan Huai affected his performance.Trash acting, can't call people watching his movies worthless.

Yan Huai switched to the next station.

Song Zhi didn't care what program he was watching, he was looking down at the package of potato chips when he heard a familiar voice from the TV.

"Ms. Song, can you share the secret of keeping the love between you and your husband fresh?"

"My husband seven times a night, I can't get out for three days..."

Song Zhi was electrified all over her body, and she didn't want any potato chips. Finally, before she could say the last word, she snatched the remote control from Yan Huai's hand, and blocked the evil "bed" in the black screen.

After all the calculations, Song Zhi never thought that this program would be played here.If I had known today, it would never talk nonsense.

Song Zhi's scalp was numb, and she was still trying to cover the TV in front of Yan Huai, with the remote control she had just snatched in her hand.

There was a tornado blowing all over his body, his head was rolled into a paste, and he sneaked a glance in the direction of Yan Huai.

The other party maintained the sitting posture just now, with his body relaxed into the sofa, his forehead supported by two fingertips, the corners of his mouth slightly raised, and he tilted his head to look at him.

As if waiting for his explanation.

Song Zhi's vision was pale and blurred, and there was no explanation for the nonsense she made up.His limp legs rested on the edge of the sofa to keep him upright, and he just wanted to disappear from the careless world.

Finally, even the sofa couldn't support his weight, Song Zhi ran away, and left an excuse that she thought she was cheating, "I'm sleepy, I need, I need to sleep."

There is only a dark pink crystal lamp lit by the bedside in the bedroom, the Bluetooth speaker automatically plays English songs with a soothing rhythm, and the rose-flavored mist is sprayed out from the bedside humidifier.

As soon as you sit on the spacious circular water bed, it will sway up and down with the weight.

Song Zhi was so flustered and incomplete.

He wanted to wake up, but he didn't even allow the air around him.

Song Zhi pulled out the thin quilt, leaned against the side of the round bed, and wrapped herself up.

Two minutes later, he heard footsteps coming from the living room, gradually approaching in a certain direction.

Until Yan Huai stood in front of him, still wearing the exact same couple shirt as him, the mole on his Adam's apple was particularly eye-catching under the crystal lamp.

Yan Huai bent down and took out a red square box from under the pillow.

Song Zhi remembered that box, and even knew its taste and specifications.

Mint thread.

All the fright was at its peak, Song Zhi supported her palms and rubbed back, only to realize that she had reached the side of the bed.

There was a pen-hold camera directly in front of him. Song Zhi curled up into a ball and squeezed out from his dry throat, "Can, can you, go home and do it?"

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Song Zhi: I won't talk nonsense anymore QAQ.