Venomous tongue top stream is a small stutter [rebirth]

Song Zhi was bored in each other's arms like a dream, only separated for five days, but it seemed as long as a lifetime.

The more he has, the more dissatisfied he is because he is too greedy.

Yan Huai hooked his chin, and there was a bit of pampering and accusation in his tone, "Didn't you eat well?"

Song Zhi couldn't lie in front of Yan Huai, and his guilty conscience forced him to bury his head even lower.

"are you hungry?"

Song Zhi nodded but shook her head again, and she didn't know what to do in the end.

He ate dinner on time, but the food cooked by others was not delicious, so naturally he didn't eat a few mouthfuls.

Ten minutes later, Song Zhi stood behind Yan Huai who was wearing an apron, her head still dazed.

He just wanted to know, should he accompany him like recording a show, or go back to the room and wait obediently?

It was so hard to see him, Song Zhi was not reconciled.

Seeing Yan Huai put down the kitchen knife and turn around, Song Zhi's head became hot, and he hurried upstairs in desperation, and slammed the door to death.

Although he didn't understand why he ran.

But no matter what, it's better than catching up.

In an area that Song Zhi couldn't pay attention to, Yan Huai stood in place, squeezed the tender cucumber core that had been specially cut, and slowly stuffed it into his mouth.

Seeing that there was no movement outside, Song Zhi opened a crack in the door to sneak a peek.

The smell from the kitchen spread to the third floor, Song Zhi rubbed her stomach, wishing she could eat brother Yan Huai's meal every day.

But thinking about it the other way around, asking the big boss to be his chef is really audacious.When Brother Yan Huai's company goes bankrupt and has nowhere to go, he will try it.

Song Zhi patted her forehead to stop thinking about it.

He continued to look through the crack of the door, and saw that the other party had turned off the fire and was pouring noodles into a bowl.He closed the door and returned to the bed, pretending to be calm and start the game.

A few minutes later, Song Zhi heard a knock on the door.

"Go downstairs for dinner."

"Yeah." Song Zhi dropped the phone and ran downstairs excitedly.

There is only a bowl of noodles in front of the dining table, and a pile of freshly fried vegetables beside it.

Song Zhi looked at Yan Huai.

"I've eaten." Yan Huai took off his apron and hung it on the wall, and put down the cuffs that reached his arms. "There is still work."

"Oh." Song Zhi opened the stool and sat at the table. From the restaurant on the first floor, you can see the study where Yan Huai works, and the door is ajar.

After Song Zhi finished eating the noodles, there was not even any green vegetables left, and she even cleaned the dishes like never before.

He opened the refrigerator and rummaged around. Brother Yan Huai had already cooked for him, so it would be no problem to wash some strawberries and send them over.

Song Zhi took the tray and tiptoed to the door. He kept his voice to a minimum, and followed the concealed island'} Xi) alone]$ to look in through the crack of the door.

The other party is sitting at the desk and talking on the phone with someone. They should be discussing business. It is definitely inappropriate to go in now.

Song Zhi leaned against the wall and waited. Seeing that there was no voice inside, he leaned over to look again.

At this time, Yan Huai was concentrating on the documents again, and seemed to be very busy. Going in at this time would definitely disturb him, so wait.

It wasn't until Song Zhi's legs were sore that he planned to check the situation again, only to realize that it was almost eleven o'clock.

Eating at this time is unhealthy, Yan Huai's brother will probably refuse, so it's better to go back to sleep.

Song Zhi walked upstairs while eating, and within a few minutes, a plate of bright red strawberries was empty.

Back in the room, he put the porcelain plate on the table.

There was a knock on the door.

Now there are only two people in the family, he and Yan Huai.

Song Zhi's mind was buzzing, obviously like a thief, but he pretended to be calm, straightened his clothes, got up and opened a crack in the door.

"What's the matter?" Yan Huai spoke first.

"?"

Why did the person who took the initiative to look for him ask him if he was okay? Brother Yan Huai was too busy with work and made himself dizzy?

"Standing at the door for half an hour, can you find me?"

Song Zhi wanted to be punched unconscious, so she hurriedly escaped from this embarrassing scene.Why do you have to speak out about this kind of thing directly, can't you save face?

"I, I..." Song Zhi glanced at the empty strawberry plate, it was too late to say anything now.

"Aren't you going to invite me in?"

There was only one chair in the bedroom, Song Zhi dragged it to Yan Huai, while she timidly sat by the bed.

Yan Huai came to him directly, his eyes fell on the bed, "Is it comfortable to sleep here?"

After the two officially went through the marriage formalities, Song Zhi was arranged to live in this villa. He has been sleeping on this bed for almost two years.

He chose the room himself. It was on the inner side of the third floor. The location was facing the sun, which also made him feel safe.

In addition to providing him with a place to live, Yan Huai's assistant also gave Song Zhi a bank card. At the beginning of each month, 20 yuan of funds will be deposited into the account. During holidays and birthday months, the amount transferred will be multiplied by three.

Even when Song Zhi was struggling financially when he first debuted, he never touched the money there.Later, his popularity and income soared, and he didn't need Cary's money.

Song Zhi leaned back naturally, brushed the cotton sheets with her palms, and lowered her head extremely low, "Comfortable, comfortable."

Yan Huai took two steps closer to the bed, putting one hand on it.

As the other party pressed the bed up and down, Song Zhi's body also shook slightly.

"It's quite soft." Yan Huai looked at the edge of the bed, "It's just a little smaller."

This is a bed of 1.5 meters by [-] meters, and it is a little crowded for two people to sleep, but it is more than enough for Song Zhi alone.

"The one in my room is bigger."

Song Zhi had never been there before, and he only found out some time ago that Yan Huai's room was downstairs.

Song Zhi couldn't figure out the meaning of this sentence, but he couldn't control his imagination.

Is it big enough to sleep two people?

But the small bed is also very good, and the two of you can sleep closer.

Yan Huai's palms were still pressed against the bed, although they were not intimate, they were still so close that Song Zhi was at a loss.

He lowered his head and tightened the corners of his mouth, curling his fingers against the bed sheet slightly.

The next second, Yan Huai's body moved forward for half a minute, his eyes stopped at Song Zhi's pillow, "Are you still keeping it?"

Following the other party's line of sight, the fluffy long-eared rabbit pierced Song Zhi's face red.He hurriedly got on the bed and took the rabbit into his arms, wrapped himself and the rabbit tightly with the quilt, and stuffed the lonely big bad wolf in together by the way.

Yan Huai didn't expect him to have such a big reaction, he smiled lightly and said, "Little fool, no one will grab you."

Then she said to him, "Come here."

Song Zhi covered the rabbit and the big bad wolf tightly, rubbed her body and sat back on the bed.

The energy-saving lamp above his head flickered twice, and Song Zhi raised his head subconsciously.

When he came back to his senses, Yan Huai's nose slid past his lips.

Song Zhi's chin was pinched, and her breath fell on her lips, "Have you eaten strawberries?"

This extreme distance is enough for Yan Huai to smell the sweet strawberry fragrance left in the corner of his mouth.

Song Zhi's head and body were separated long ago, his throat was dry and astringent, and he nodded mechanically.

"Not for your husband either?" Yan Huai looked at the empty porcelain plate on the table.

Song Zhi's whole body was stiff, unable to repent.If you want to blame it, you can blame his intemperate mouth, at least there is only one left.

It's useless to say anything now, the stolen goods are taken together, and it's too late to escape.

Song Zhi thought that there was still half a box left in the refrigerator, but Yan Huai was less than half a meter in front of him, as long as he moved a little, he would inevitably bump into him.

It's too hard.

"I, I'll help you, wash..." Song Zhi clenched her fists, intending to break through the encirclement.

"No, we'll eat tomorrow." Yan Huai supported his back and leaned against him, his gentle voice flowed into his ear, "Go to bed early, good night."

After Yan Huai returned home, life didn't change much for Song Zhi, but the number of worries plummeted.Aunt Lan is also good at cooking, and he obviously has a big appetite.

After dinner, Yan Huai went to work in the study as usual.

Song Zhi was still thinking about what happened last night, picked out a large plate of strawberries and carefully washed them, and stood at the door of the study in fear.

As soon as he looked in through the crack of the door, he met Yan Huai's eyes.

Song Zhi hurriedly withdrew her eyes, and pressed her fingers on the edge of the porcelain plate.It was too late to repent, so he could only force it, and he knocked on the door pretendingly.

After entering the door, he stood there in a daze. He wanted to wait for the other party to speak first, but the latter continued to lower his head to study the document as if he hadn't seen him.

Is it time to drop things and go?Anyway, the purpose is obvious.

But brother Yan Huai is reading the documents, if he eats strawberries, do he still have to wash his hands?

Song Zhi didn't think about it, while thinking, she picked up a strawberry and stuffed it into her mouth, and when she couldn't finish one, she went to get the second one.

Hang Chi Hang Chi ate five or six of them and still sighed, these strawberries are so sweet, and Aunt Lan bought them later.

Yan Huai put down the document, and his eyes slid to him, "Is it delicious?"

Song Zhi nodded subconsciously, and suddenly realized that there seemed to be something wrong, so she remembered to look at the plate.

"!"

Ruined.

He hurriedly handed the strawberry he was about to stuff into his mouth to Yan Huai.

It's all because strawberries are so delicious that you can't stop eating them.

There was a desk between the two of them, and Song Zhi's hand rested in the middle of the desk.

Yan Huai crossed his hands and leaned against the office chair, with his arms resting on the armrests of the leather chair, as if waiting for a feed.

Song Zhi stretched her hand forward again.

Yan Huai looked at the bright red strawberry which was still ten centimeters away from him, "I can't reach it."

"Oh." Song Zhi put the plate on the table and reached out, the strawberry stopped by Yan Huai's lips.

He could sense the corner of the other's mouth raised inadvertently, opened his mouth and bit off half a piece of strawberry, "It tastes good."

Song Zhi didn't care whether it was good or not, his arms were sore.The more troublesome question is, what does it matter if brother Yan Huai eats half of it?

Forget it, I'll take care of the rest myself.

Song Zhi withdrew her hand and was about to bite the remaining half.

"Don't move." Yan Huai grabbed his wrist and swallowed everything by the way.

Song Zhi's hand was still tightly held by the other party, and then the latter stopped his gaze on the strawberry juice splashed by his fingers.

The hot and humid feeling rolled along the fingertips, and the bright red marks were wiped away.

Song Zhi's fingertips were still hot when she slammed into the quilt.

His head was covered with two layers of pillows, his head was dazed, and he was wrapped around the quilt several times.

Eat what you want, what are you licking?

Brother Yan Huai's tongue is really disobedient, just like when we kissed, he scurry around.

Simply murderous.

The recording of the next episode of the program will be on the morning of the third day, and the drivers and young assistants from last time will be in charge.

As the staff of the TV station, the little assistant is also a loyal audience of this program.Before meeting Song Zhi for the first time, his scandals were overwhelming. After watching the first half of the program, the little assistant firmly believed that Song Zhi was an innocent and kind cutie, and chatted with him endlessly along the way.

Of course, it's the one-sided chat of the little assistant.

Until Song Zhi was pressed on the shoulder by Yan Huai, and said to the little assistant: "My Xiaozhi is sleepy, let him rest."

The latter quickly shut up and secretly smacked candy, took out his phone and stopped disturbing.

Yan Huai took off his windbreaker and covered Song Zhi, "I'll call you when we arrive."

Song Zhi nodded, lowered her body a little, found a comfortable position on Yan Huai's shoulder and fell asleep.

When Song Zhi woke up, the car just stopped at the entrance of the villa, and he handed the clothes to Yan Huai.

"Hold it for me." Yan Huai didn't answer, "Do you go in first or wait for me?"

"Wait, you." Song Zhi put away the windbreaker and put it on her forearm.

"Okay." Yan Huai pushed the luggage and got off the car.

They only brought one suitcase this time, and Yan Huai helped pack the things last night.

Yan Huai pushed the box with his left hand, pulled him up with his right hand, and Song Zhi was responsible for pushing open the door.

"Hey, you two are here. It's been three autumns since we last met." Zhang Lun came first to stand up and enthusiastically helped pick up the luggage.

"Brother Lun is abnormal."

"Brother Lun has a conspiracy."

"Hey Xiao Song, how does your script look?" Zhang Lun offered water to the two of them again.

"Ah, what play?"

"Song Jieba accepted a literary film."

"Deliberately say it on the show, to advertise?"

"Hahaha, what a scheming."

"Almost." Song Zhi said.

"What do you mean by that?" Zhang Lun scratched his head, "Have you read it once?"

"The lines are all memorized."

Zhang Lun was dumbfounded, "What, are you kidding me?"

Song Zhi's character has the most lines in this play, about half of the lines of the other two protagonists.

"No." Song Zhi is very good at memorizing lines, this kind of thing is a piece of cake for him.

"It's amazing, my wife really saw you right!" Zhang Lun gave a thumbs up, "And that intimate scene, you should tell Boss Yan."

Zhang Lun glanced at Yan Huai as he spoke.

"Looking for death or doing it on purpose?"

"This conspiracy is deep."

Since agreeing to Zhang Lun, Song Zhi never thought of going back on his word.It was only after reading the script that he realized that his character had a dispensable relationship with a girl.

And there is a kissing scene.

Song Zhi doesn't know how to shoot, just find a substitute to solve it.

However, he didn't expect Zhang Lun to mention it in front of Yan Huai.

"Intimate drama?" Yan Huai, who didn't intend to participate in the topic, asked.

"Boss Yan still has three seconds to get angry."

"No, he's already angry!"

"Help, run!!"

"Boss Yan, you don't know something. This is a literary film, and investors are hard to find."

In the current film and television industry, major companies like to invest in commercial films with higher box office returns, similar to the literary films they make, and since Aiwen is still a newly established small company, no investors are willing to take risks at all.

It happened that the daughter of a wealthy boss was a fan of Song Zhi. In order to make her happy, the boss expressed his willingness to contribute money.But the premise is that the daughter must play a role with Song Zhi in the play.

"My mother, Zhang Lun is really stupid."

"Aren't you afraid that Boss Yan will be angry?"

"He's not stupid, he's too smart!"

"Damn it, I've figured it out!!"

"He is so good at playing chess!"

"What the hell are you talking about?"

"Have you bullied me for not having read a book?!"

Yan Huai's face was gloomy, and he turned to Song Zhi, "Want to make an intimate scene?"

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