"Why are you still sleeping so late," Xiangwan heard her voice hoarse, as if she hadn't woken up. "It's eleven o'clock."

"So It's late, "Yan Su was stunned for a while. She thought it was only eight or nine o'clock. Later, she remembered that she fell asleep and didn't know what time molucci was struggling to reach.

"Well, it's because I won the seventh place yesterday. I'm in a bad mood and I can't sleep," Xiang Wan comforted. "It doesn't matter. I can adjust my mood. However, the TV station has given me a thorough account. It's impossible for you to win the championship and runner up. Anyway, there are only a few issues left. Don't worry about it."

"I've expected it before, it's OK," Yan Su rubbed her eyebrows, and each line had its own rules.

Xiang Wan said: "during the Chinese New Year period, I know you want to go back to accompany the children, I didn't give you too many activities."

"Thank you to my sister," Yan Su was grateful.

"Usually take it easy, don't give me rumors," Xiang Wan warned before hanging up.

Yan Su looked at the man in the bedroom with a guilty heart. She crept in. Last night, she didn't know how many times he had come. He left a pile of toilet paper beside the garbage can, and there was a smell in the room.

She swept it away with a broom and opened the window. It was half past eleven. She didn't eat breakfast. She was hungry.

Although still very sleepy, but still pluck up the spirit to take out the ingredients from the refrigerator to make Chinese food.

……

When molucci was asleep, he could smell the smell of stir fried vegetables. He had to open his eyes and open his arms to find that the woman beside him had disappeared.

He sat up in a hurry, his face darkened, and the woman woke up earlier than he did.

No, she made the cooking noise in the kitchen.

He put on his trousers and went to the kitchen. When he came to the door, he saw Yan Su in her apron cooking soup.

The taste is very fragrant, greedy for a long time, I haven't tasted her cooking skills and want to drool, but she is not too energetic. She was so miserable by herself last night, and she can still get up to cook.

Molucci sullen handsome face walked to her behind, "Yan Su, are you a woman after all."

Yan Su was about to try the saltiness of the soup when she heard a voice coming out from behind. She was frightened to see that the soup in it fell onto the table.

She chagrined to turn back, just on Maurice that complex handsome face, "you can't suddenly appear behind me, frighten me."

Molucci did not speak, and looked at her with his thin lips.

According to her physical strength, it is absolutely herself who has been exhausted for four days and nights.

By the way, she said yesterday that she would cultivate her own land. In her eyes, he was a cow.

"You don't Does it hurt? "Molucci looked at her legs.

Yan Su knew what he was thinking and shook his head with a hot face, "no pain."

Molucci: --

She didn't feel pain at the intensity of last night. He didn't know how to describe his mood.

Yan Su explained to him, "I usually practice dancing. Sometimes, in order to learn dance, I have learned all kinds of high-intensity difficult dances. The hardest one was that I studied for a month from morning to night. All kinds of splits and leg lifts were easy. At first, it was very painful. I couldn't lift my legs for several days, but I got used to it later."

Molucci's mouth twitched. "You sing So why do you do it? "

"I can't help it. I'm going to record an album and go on a tour."

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