Meng Qianjun smiled and didn't answer, that shower gel was used by Zhan Shaoyin when she went to Zhan Shaoyin's house before.

Ten minutes later, Meng Qianjun came out of the bathroom.

Qian Qiu Cheng, who was sitting on the edge of the bed reading jade identification books, took off his glasses, put the books on the bedside cabinet, got up and walked to Meng Qianjun, reached out and took off the shower cap on her head, and led her to the dressing mirror: "I'll help you blow your hair." ”

Meng Qianjun smiled at him, but she was fantasizing in her heart, how good would it be if the man standing next to her at this moment was Zhan Shaoyin?

Qian Qiucheng took out a hair dryer from the cabinet next to him, plugged it in, and the warm wind was facing Meng Qianjun's wet hair, and his fingers gently shuttled between her hair.

Meng Qianjun sat on the stool in front of the dressing mirror, looking at the mirror.

Looking at it from her perspective, only Qian Qiucheng's neck can be seen in the mirror, and his face cannot be seen.

Meng Qianjun closed her eyes and began to fantasize that the big hand shuttling between her hair at this moment was Zhan Shaoyin's...... Reverie, but also enjoying...... Wet hair slowly becomes dry under the hot wind.

Qian Qiucheng turned off the hair dryer in his hand and put it on the dressing table.

The "boom" wind stopped, and at the same time as Meng Qianjun opened her eyes, Qian Qiucheng leaned over and gently pressed his chin against her neck socket, sniffing the fragrance of shampoo on her hair, reaching out to wrap his hand around her waist, and his breathing became rapid in her ears.

Meng Qianjun looked at the face in the mirror, her fantasy became fragmented, and her heart was depressed, she reached out and gently took away the hand that fell on her waist, turned her head to look at Qian Qiu Cheng, and said apologetically: "I'm sorry Cheng, I'm not feeling well today, I want to rest early." ”

Qian Qiucheng held back the desire in his heart and asked her with concern: "What's wrong?"

Is this time too tiring? ”

Meng Qianjun smiled and said: "It may be that the weather is getting hotter, and suddenly I am a little uncomfortable, it's okay, just take a rest." ”

Qian Qiucheng has always respected her and listened to her.

Seeing that she was really tired, he suppressed his desires, and there was no trace of reproach in his gentleness: "Then go to sleep." ”

The two men walked to the edge of the bed and lay down, lying in the same quilt, without any physical contact.

Meng Qianjun slept on the edge of the bed, with her back to Qian Qiucheng, thinking of those photos, and then thinking that the man next to the pillow was not the person she liked, she felt bored in her heart.

Qian Qiucheng stuck to her, hugged her from behind, and seemed to hesitate for a long time before he spoke: "Junjun, we want a child, right?" ”

Meng Qianjun was stunned, silent and said, "Cheng, my dance studio has just stabilized, and the competition has been scheduled for next year, I really can't think about the child's affairs now, are you waiting?" ”

"Actually, you don't have to work so hard, I can support you."

"That's my dream, I grew up studying ballet, I feel like before I met you, ballet was all I had, so I don't want to give it up, child's business, you give me a little more time."

Qian Qiu Cheng stroked her long hair: "I just feel sorry for you, and I always want to do something for you, but I feel that I can't help you in your field." ”

Meng Qianjun turned to look at him, stretched out her hand to hug him, and said with a smile: "You can be by my side is the greatest help to me." ”

Qian Qiu Cheng smiled, and tightened his arms holding her: "Fool." ”

At night, Song Huayi herself hid in the quilt and looked through the photos of her and Zhan Shaoyin.

Not to mention others, she, a woman who can see Zhan Shaoyin every day, can't take her eyes off when she sees those photos, the more she looks at them, the more she feels good-looking, and she takes the feeling she wants.

She used to think that her mother was dozens of people->>

will also make against her father, thinking that her mother must have deliberately acted in order to make her father happy.

She suddenly understood her mother a little bit now, because she felt that Zhan Shaoyin was a person who could make her feel for him even after decades.

It's just that she doesn't know if they'll be able to survive until that time.

Not to mention that Zhan Shaoyin has not accepted her honestly now, and even after acceptance, love will face the test of time and slowly deteriorate.

There are too many variables in what will happen in the future.

Most of the comments were words of blessing and envy, but they were also mixed with some words that predicted that they would definitely divorce in the future.

Don't care what others say about this truth, Song Huayi knows, but when he sees such words, he still feels a little uncomfortable in his heart.

I don't know why, as long as I think that they may be separated again in the future, Song Huayi feels very uncomfortable.

Put your phone down and stare at the dark room and take a deep breath.

After sitting for two seconds, she suddenly lifted the quilt and got out of bed with the rabbit doll she slept with every night.

"Knock-" When there was a knock on the door, Zhan Shaoyin was sitting on the edge of the bed reading a book.

"The door is unlocked."

He replied from the door.

In the next second, I saw Song Huayi pushing the door and walking in.

Holding the rabbit doll as tall as hers, she stood by the door and looked at him in a daze.

He has the habit of wearing glasses when he reads, and looked at Song Huayi, who was a little abnormal, through the lenses, and asked her, "What's wrong?" ”

Song Huayi turned around and closed the convenience again, and said as he walked towards him, "I want to sleep with you." ”

Zhan Shaoyin felt a little puzzled, and her appearance didn't look like nonsense.

He threw the book on the bedside cabinet and asked her, "Did you watch a ghost movie?" ”

"No, I just want to sleep with you."

With that, Song Huayi walked to his bedside, lifted his quilt and got in.

Zhan Shaoyin naturally sensed her abnormality, looked down at her and shrank to his side, feeling that her appearance was a little cute, but it made him a little uneasy.

"Aren't you sleeping yet?"

She asked him with her head tilted.

Zhan Shaoyin took off the glasses on the bridge of his nose with one hand, and while putting the glasses, he reached out and pressed the light switch on the bedside and turned off the lights in the room.

"Why did you drill the wolf's den by yourself today?"

Song Huayi didn't answer, but let go of her rabbit, reached out and grabbed Zhan Shaoyin's arm and put it on her own waist, saying, "You sleep with me." ”

The tone is a little capricious, and a little pleading.

The initiative made Zhan Shaoyin feel more and more uneasy, but he took her into his arms.

Suddenly, he found that he couldn't understand the girl's mood changes more and more.

Obviously when she came back in the evening, she was in a good mood, and she kept singing while sitting in the car.

Could it be that he watched some sadistic romance drama again, and then substituted himself into it, and began to think crankily about gains and losses?

After a long period of contact, Zhan Shaoyin understands that her heart is actually quite sensitive, so it is entirely possible that this situation will happen to her.

I don't know the reason for her sudden change in mood, but I know that the uneasiness in her heart at the moment is real.

So Zhan Shaoyin tightened her into his arms a little, trying to make her feel at ease in this way, not wanting to look at his little princess so sentimentally.