Venomous tongue top stream is a small stutter [rebirth]

YH: "Since it's so miserable, I'll recommend you a side job."

Could it be that chatting with the boss can be exchanged for windfall?The business of the product manager is too easy to do, Song Zhi replied excitedly.

"What side job?"

YH: "Cosplay."

Sure enough, it is easy to hide other personalities under the indifferent appearance. Does he like to play cosplay?

"Play what?"

He can't do a role that is too difficult.

YH: "My exclusive employee."

The more serious the other party's tone, the more horrified Song Zhi is.He was so frightened that he threw the phone aside, covered his head with his hands, and his heart was beating wildly.

What does exclusive mean?It also specifically emphasizes "mine", which is the kind of meaning that only adults can understand.

Song Zhi's jealousy has been turned upside down, it's fine if Yan Huai's brother Moments don't give him likes, and now he's flirting with others behind his back.

Is ICBC Xiaowang so good?

Song Zhi straightened her back, took a deep breath, and replied calmly.

"Do you often play like this with people?"

YH: "No, only you."

"real?"

YH: "I'm not interested in other people."

Song Zhi was a little more comfortable, but after thinking about it carefully, something still seemed wrong.

He is now the little king of ICBC, not Song Zhi.

The acid water began to flow from the stomach to the chest cavity, and Song Zhi's chest cavity was burning hot, and it was really uncomfortable for him to be jealous.

"I'm sorry, Mr. Yan, I'm already married. Although my husband has occasional flaws, I only have him in my heart, and I won't do anything to betray him."

YH: "You are quite dedicated."

"Thank you for the compliment, but I think it's a quality every married person should have."

Song Zhi's ears were burning, so she continued typing.

"Your little gentleman is also a very good person, so cherish him well."

"As an artist, he is very popular. There will always be many people around him who covet him. If you don't cherish him, if someone snatches him away, won't you regret it?"

"As far as I know, he's been living a very nourishing life recently, posting a lot in Moments."

YH: "You still pay attention to my Xiaozhi."

"Of course, he is so famous and so handsome, it's normal for us little fans to like him."

YH: "What do you think is the purpose of his Moments?"

"I'm not the real person, so I definitely can't know what he's thinking. But Mr. Yan, you clearly saw the news and didn't reply to him. This behavior is really dangerous."

YH: "Why?"

"He is having so much fun every day, but if you still ignore him, wouldn't it make him misunderstand that you don't care about him at all, what if he loses sleep or loses sleep because of it?"

YH: "What do you think I should do?"

"Of course I like his circle of friends, and then call him back."

YH: "I see."

Song Zhi rolled around on the bed several times with her mobile phone in her arms.

"You're too polite. I'm an experienced person. I'm very experienced in this field. If I don't understand anything in the future, you are always welcome."

YH: "Okay."

YH: "I still have a job, let's talk about it another day."

"ICBC wishes you a happy work and a happy family./Love"

Song Zhi exited the chat interface with Yan Huai, turned on another phone, and the system had a new notification.

[YH liked your circle of friends. 】

Song Zhi posted about ten posts a few days ago, each of which received a like.

Before recovering from the excitement, the phone started vibrating again.

Song Zhi covered her eyes and secretly looked through her fingers. The familiar number ignited her excitement.

He threw away the quilt and sat up on the bed. Song Zhi took a deep breath, and after a few seconds the call was connected. He pretended to be calm, "Hello."

"What are you doing?" Yan Huai's voice was as calm as ever, so no emotion could be heard.

"Just, just played, come back."

"Is it fun?"

"Okay, play."

"Since it's fun, why don't you bring your husband?"

Song Zhi's thoughts were confused by the three consecutive questions. He forced himself to calm down, trying to hide his excitement and excitement, "Then, next time, next time."

"Song Zhi, do you miss me?"

The straightforward question was transmitted along the radio waves without warning, and the brain that received the information was still desperately searching for an answer.But before he could think of a solution, the person on the other end of the phone spoke again.

"I miss you."

Song Zhi's breathing was stagnant, the air was filled with the smell of icing sugar, and poured into her heart from every tiny pore, "Think, miss me..."

"President Yan, Susan is here." There was another voice on the other end of the phone, which seemed to be brother Yan Huai's assistant.

"Let him wait." Yan Huai turned to Song Zhi and said, "I still have work, so I will contact you later."

Song Zhi looked at the hung up phone, and pressed Kong Luoluo's heart.

Why can't I say what I wanted to say?

Why do you think I won't call me.

I promised to wait for you to come back to play together, but you didn't tell me when I would come back.

Said to contact you later, how late is too late, should I wait for you.

Song Zhi was tormented by these series of questions, and he opened the "Cheats of Love".

"Don't be the first person to confess in a relationship. Once you say you like it first, you will be taken over by the other party."

Song Zhiping was lying on the bed, with the love secret book covered on his head.Why are you married for two years, but you haven't started dating? It's so difficult.

He said not to wait, but still held the phone and waited until twelve o'clock.When he was about to fall asleep, the sound of vibration came from the palm of his hand.

YH: "I just finished work."

YH: "I hope I didn't bother you."

YH: "Good night, my little child."

Song Zhi vaguely saw Yan Huai's reply message, and what was in her mind was what was said in the book.

"When the other party contacts you very late, please don't reply immediately, and don't give him the illusion that you are looking forward to it."

Song Zhi clearly remembered the words in the book, and sent messages in the dim room.

"Good night."

If it is someone you like, how can you let him wait.

The amateur variety show that Song Zhi received was recorded today, and at the end of the day, it was already evening. Song Zhi sat in the nanny's car and fell asleep all the way.

The car stopped at the gate of the villa, and the driver woke him up softly.

Song Zhi tugged on the collar of the sleeping side, pushed the car door and walked down in a daze.

In the midsummer evening, on the way from the car to the room, the air is filled with hot and unbearable touch.

Song Zhi couldn't help frowning, he always hated heat.With eyes half-opened and half-closed, he came to the door of the house and pressed the combination lock in a daze.

The air conditioner was turned on in the room, and the heat wave outside was suppressed by half in an instant.

Aunt Lan was finally willing to help him turn on the air conditioner in advance. Before that, she brainwashed him every day to save electricity, and every time he went home, he was so hot that he would die.

Song Zhi changed out of her slippers, squinted her eyes and wobbled inside.He came near the sofa in the living room and leaned back with ease.

"Be careful."

Song Zhi was supported by someone, and a familiar voice came from her ear.

The drowsiness was instantly dispelled, he opened his eyes, and happened to face Yan Huai's face.

The man in front of him held him in his arms, with an apron tied around his waist.

Only then did Song Zhi notice what was behind him. Because he was too sleepy, he didn't pay much attention to the position when he lay down. The place he was going to lie down was not the sofa but the coffee table.

Yan Huai frowned deeply, bent over to lift his knees, and hugged him into the soft sofa by the waist.

The surprise came so suddenly that Song Zhi didn't have time to react, so he suspected it was a dream.

Song Zhi arched her legs and curled up her knees, took the pillow and placed it on her chest, resting her chin on it, "You, why, come back..."

Yan Huai sat beside Song Zhi, helped him take off the slippers hanging on his feet, and put them on the ground lightly, "I thought someone would miss me, so I rushed back."

Last night Yan Huai flew back to China non-stop after signing the contract. Even the good night message that day was sent on the way to the airport.

Song Zhi hugged the pillow and buried her head down.Why did he say such things, his heart couldn't hide the secret again.

Seeing that Song Zhi didn't return, Yan Huai scratched the bridge of his nose, "So, am I being affectionate?"

This kind of person is so annoying, if he wants me, he can just say it, why do he have to ask me if I miss him.

Song Zhi straightened her legs, turned over and buried her face in the pillow, pretending not to hear.

Yan Huai rubbed his hot ears, "I won't tease you, I'll cook first."

The fingers holding the tips of the ears were released, and Song Zhi could feel the sofa lift up.

After hearing no movement around him, he poked his head out of the pillow to look into the kitchen like a thief.

Yan Huai was wearing a solid-color home clothes, the close-fitting material could not cover his perfect and straight body curves.

Song Zhi hugged the pillow and buried her head in it with all her might.

Having such a husband is too annoying.

Can't seem to get enough of it.

Want to see forever.

After dinner, Yan Huai went to work in the study as usual, while Song Zhi sat on the sofa pretending to watch TV, but kept glancing at the door of the study on the second floor.

It's 10:30 and he hasn't finished his work yet?You are so rich, why do you have to work so hard?

Would you like some fruit?I didn't have time to ask him when he was leaving just now. If he left early tomorrow morning, the two of them would only have dinner, which is too bad.

Song Zhi came to the kitchen, opened the door of the refrigerator, took out the oranges from inside and washed them, and put two washed navel oranges on the cutting board, ready to be cut into small petals.

There was a knock on the door of Yan Huai's study.

He immediately put down the pen, closed the document, "Come in."

Song Zhi, who pushed the door open, came in empty-handed, Yan Huai raised his brows slightly, thinking that at least some fruit or coffee would be brought in.

"What's wrong?" Yan Huai frowned seeing that Song Zhi's expression was not right.

Song Zhi didn't say a word, her hands were behind her back.He walked slowly in front of Yan Huai, with a dark desk between them.

It can be seen from the expression that Song Zhi struggled for a long time, and then he stretched out his left hand in front of Yan Huai.

Yan Huai held his wrist and looked at his fingers, "What's wrong?"

"It hurts." Song Zhi said.

Yan Huai put his eyes on Song Zhi's deliberately extended fingertips again, and he looked carefully with the light, only to find that there was a mark on the belly of the finger less than half a centimeter, scratched by the tip of the knife.Because the scratches were too shallow, not even a bloodstain was left.

Yan Huai pinched his fingertips carefully, blew lightly on the wound with his lips, and asked extremely patiently, "Does it still hurt?"

"It hurts." Song Zhi's eyes were slightly red, and her tone was full of grievances.

Yan Huai's thoughts drifted everywhere following the pain, he restrained his impulse, pinched Song Zhi's fingers and kissed them lightly, "What now?"

"It still hurts." When Song Zhi spoke, the fingertips that were kissed couldn't help trembling.

He is too sensitive.

As long as a little, there will be a reaction.

Yan Huai is obsessed with this kind of feedback.

He got up from the office chair, crossed the table and came to Song Zhi.

Starting from his fingertips, along the back of his hand, forearm, shoulder, side neck all the way up, gentle and patient.In the end, he left the kiss on the corner of Song Zhi's mouth, "What about now?"

Due to the high temperature of the computer, the exhaust fan started to run automatically, and the sound of hula la was clear and clear in the quiet study room.

Yan Huai could clearly feel Song Zhi's trembling body due to tension, as well as his undulating breathing.

Except for the gentle touch left by Yan Huai, in Song Zhi's world, there is only the thumping and restless heartbeat.

Yan Huai put his arms around his waist and turned around, and put him on the wooden office chair. This height allows people with height differences to be on the same level.

Song Zhi's arms were on the other's shoulders, and he buried his head deeply, but he couldn't resist Yan Huai's fiery kiss.

"Does it still hurt?"

His trembling voice melted into the exhaust of the computer, he pressed his lips, and followed the stubborn words, "It hurts."

A passionate kiss fell on the chin, Yan Huai held his hand and put it on the belt buckle, with a hoarse and low voice, "Help me take it off."

"Don't let you hurt."

The author has something to say:

First of all, let's say goodbye to the review.I heard that the review is very strict recently, but I just wrote kisses, please don't over-think and interpret.

The pain is the pain of scratching the finger, everyone is born with flesh, and the finger has the right to pain!

Good life is safe, get off work early today.

Kowtow.