Looking at Zhan Shaoyin's empty wine glass, Gu Fei picked up the wine bottle and asked while pouring him wine, "You quarreled with your sister-in-law again?"

"What a fight"

Gu Fei looked puzzled, "Why didn't you quarrel, why did you hang up your sister-in-law's phone?"

Zhan Shaoyin "I hung it"

Gu Fei rolled his eyes, "Okay, okay, I'll hang it, my sister-in-law will marry you for eight lifetimes." ”

Zhan Shaoyin glared at Gu Fei, Gu Fei walked away with a wine glass in a daze, "Pickle girl, don't play with you stinky man." ”

In the villa.

Song Huayi looked at the phone that was hung up, and his heart was even more blocked.

She felt that she had done nothing wrong, why did she seem to offend everyone at once.

Why is he always like this?

Can't you just tell her about something?

I have to let her guess like this.

One night, Song Huayi wasted all his thoughts on nonsense.

Lying on the table with the tip of the pen biting, staring at the phone on the desktop with a screen that has been pitch black.

I clicked on the screen and looked at it, and it was eleven o'clock.

Why hasn't he come back yet

Song Huayi dialed his phone again.

"Dudu" There was only a mechanical "beep" sound in the mobile phone, until the phone was automatically hung up, the tip of Song Huayi's nose was sour, and his eyes were moist.

"Boom" There was a faint sound of a car outside the house, Song Huayi immediately put down the pen in his hand, lowered his head to find the slippers that were taken off next to the stool, and ran downstairs quickly.

After walking down the stairs, Zhan Shaoyin had already entered the house, turned on the light at the entrance, and lowered his head to change his shoes.

"You're back."

After watching it for a long time, Song Huayi held back a sentence.

Fang Cai hurriedly ran downstairs, but this would be a little unstepable.

Zhan Shaoyin changed his shoes, threw the car keys on the cabinet, glanced at her, and asked lukewarmly, "You haven't slept yet"

Song Huayi frowned, "You didn't come back." ”

"Didn't you lock yourself in your room and when I was at home?"

"That's different."

When Song Huayi heard what he said, he always felt as if he was complaining about her or something, "I feel like you are hiding something from me." ”

Zhan Shaoyin didn't speak, changed his shoes and walked into the house, picked up his own water cup on the coffee table and poured a glass of water.

Song Huayi leaned over and asked him, "Did I mess with you or did someone else mess with you?"

After Zhan Shaoyin sat on the sofa with a leisurely look, he replied lazily in a lazy tone, "What do you say?"

Song Huayi sat down with him: "How do I know you."

I'm not a roundworm in your stomach, I don't know what you're thinking."

"If you don't know, forget it."

"That means you don't know me well enough."

Song Huayi flattered him and took his arm, and said in a slightly coquettish tone, "That's why you have to tell me, so that I can know you better." ”

The reason why Zhan Shaoyin used emotions against her was actually because she felt that she had neglected him for a while.

But where could he say this reason in front of Song Huayi.

So in the face of Song Huayi's forced questioning, he didn't know how to answer, so he chose not to answer.

Zhan Shaoyin put down the water glass in his hand, stood up, and said as he walked upstairs, "I'm going to take a bath, you can go to bed early." ”

Song Huayi frowned, followed his footsteps upstairs, "How much have you drunk?"

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nbsp; Do you want me to make you a cup of strong tea?"

"No, I don't."

Song Huayi trotted two steps and walked side by side with him on the same steps, glanced at him, and asked in a low voice, "Who are you drinking wine with?"

"Ask so much what to do"

"I'm your girlfriend."

Zhan Shaoyin snorted coldly: "I thought you forgot that I was your boyfriend." ”

"How can I forget"

Song Huayi remembered that he was so inexplicably angry last time, it seemed that she had met other men without telling him, so Song Huayi asked him, "Did you misunderstand anything again?"

Zhan Shaoyin saw that she seemed to be digging a pit by herself and jumping by herself, so she was silent and didn't speak, waiting for her to jump into the pit.

Song Huayi saw that he didn't speak, as if he had acquiesced.

She thought about it carefully in her mind, she really hadn't gone out alone with the opposite sex in the past few days, either with Huang Feifei or with the little sisters in the dormitory.

"You're not going to follow me when I go out in the morning, are you?"

The two men who ate with us were from the screenwriting team, and they just discussed my comics together, and they just had a meal. ”

Zhan Shaoyin didn't know these things at all, "two men"

"Yes, I don't even know it, but I heard my second sister-in-law say that it was from the screenwriting team, and you lost your temper with me because of this"

Zhan Shaoyin: "I have a tantrum"

Song Huayi: "But you're weird." ”

followed all the way to the door of his bedroom, he pushed the door and walked in, blocking the door and not wanting Song Huayi to follow up, but said to Song Huayi who was standing outside the door, "I'm going to take a bath, you go to sleep." ”

Song Huayi: "That", "Bang", "Song Huayi", "Before she finished speaking, Zhan Shaoyin closed the door and left Song Huayi alone outside the door.

Song Huayi sighed, looked at the door that was closed by him, and was at a loss.

I can't figure out what's wrong with him, is he really tired of going out and looking for something new

Song Huayi returned to his room dejectedly, lying on the bed and looking at the chandelier on the ceiling for a while.

No sleepiness.

picked up her mobile phone and looked around boringly, but when she thought that Zhan Shaoyin was still making trouble, she felt that she couldn't calm down what she did.

I also searched for some topics about the shelf life of feelings in the mobile phone browser, and saw a lot of pessimistic remarks.

It is said that even if two people get married because of love at the beginning, they will slowly become dull after marriage, and even get bored over time.

At such times, as soon as there is any temptation around you, unexpected things will happen.

What is the seven-year itch, derailment and betrayal, and in the end, I have no choice but to divorce, and the more I look at Song Huayi, the more uneasy I feel.

Somehow, I suddenly remembered what Huang Feifei said that day.

Song Huayi's gaze was aimed at her wardrobe.

Does marriage need freshness to sustain it?

Song Huayi didn't know if this truth was true, but she wanted to try it in any way at the moment.

Even in ways she thought she would never try before.

She got up and disembarked, took out the key, and opened the locked drawer in the closet.

Looking at the various styles of small clothes inside, I feel a little embarrassed just by looking at it.

Song Huayi reached out and picked up a crop top in the shape of a student's school uniform and gestured to himself.

Thinking that he thought she was too young, she might not please him if she dressed as a student.

So Song Huayi put down the clothes in his hand, picked through the cabinets, and finally chose a set of cat-eared maid outfits