Wen Xiao looks at Qi Zhan, who gets along very well with his family, and unconsciously smokes at the corners of his mouth.

What a sense of crisis.

Wen Xiao listened to the endless praise of two middle-aged women to Qi Zhan. When she turned to her microblog, it was all a group of Qi Zhan's true love powder. Under her microblog, she brushed "Qi Zhan is a good man, little should be cherished!" "take good care of my man, and I wish you happiness with pain." "what uncle Qi likes is what I like, and you should be happy!" yunyun.

The reason is that just a few minutes after she tweeted, Qi Zhan also tweeted.

"Qi Zhan V: waiting for you at home. [picture] [picture]"

Wen Xiao looked at the box of cute little piggy biscuits on the screen, and the fresh roses on her side.

Qi Zhan... Good man?

Wen Xiao glanced at the biscuits scattered on the table by his cat's ancestors and silently swallowed the sentence MMP.

At home? Wait for me?

Cat food with roses? Boy, you'll make me think you secretly love my cat ancestor.

Wen Xiao sighed helplessly, silently turned off his microblog, sadly picked up his cat ancestor and went into the house.

The living room and the kitchen are your Qi Zhan's territory now. Can't you hide if you can't provoke me?

When it was almost time for dinner, Qi Zhan pushed open the door of Wen Xiao's house without saying a word.

The sun came in from the French window and scattered inch by inch. The girl's white skin was almost transparent in the sun.

The girl was sleeping soundly with her ancestor. The cat ancestor was pressed into the quilt by her, and the biscuit residue on her mouth rubbed the bed.

Regardless of the struggle of the cat's ancestors, Qi Zhan mercilessly threw his fat body aside, gently swept away the biscuit residue and leaned close to the sleeping girl.

It seemed that she felt the departure of the cat's ancestors. The girl unconsciously groped on the bed, as if she was looking for something to hold in her arms.

Qi Zhan gently stroked her face, with an unknown dark light in his eyes.

The girl finally caught the man's hand. She rubbed it contentedly on her cheek and made a small and comfortable snore.

Qi Zhan's mouth made a faint arc. He just fell on the bed and looked at the girl motionless. He looked at her delicate eyelashes, her spotless skin and her delicate lips. It seemed that he was welcoming him to taste.

Qi Zhan's eyes became deeper and deeper.

When he is not around her, will someone, like himself, look at her sleeping face, see her smile and praise her beauty?

It's almost driving people crazy

Qi Zhan stroked the girl's lips and gently rubbed her tenderness.

It's great to be around her

Especially after such desperate loss.

How can I keep you?

Qi Zhan's eyes gradually blurred the focus. He was silent for a long time and gently woke up Wen Xiao.

"It's time to eat," the man's low voice went into Wen Xiao's ear, and there was a faint heat in his ear. "Aunt Zhang made a lot of food..."

Wen Xiao gave a cry and opened his eyes vaguely.

The man carried the light, and the clear outline shrouded her. She nestled under the shadow and looked up at Qi Zhan blankly.

Qi Zhan looked very calm. He had a faint smile on his face and looked at himself quietly.

Wen Xiao suddenly felt a little guilty.