Chapter 841

I said: of course. I look at your photos every day. I have set your photos as a computer desktop.

From dream to way: really? Then I'll check this time.

I said: check at will.

No more information from dream, I went back to the bedroom, turned on the laptop, and really looked up from dream on the computer screen.

It is difficult to express the emotion in my heart in words.

I even pursed my mouth and kissed the one on the table twice to show my excitement at this time.

All the beauties can't surpass the beauties at this time. With a special vision, I sit in the office, and I repeatedly aftertaste the frequent smiles of dreams, every move, and the indescribable excitement in my heart, for a long time, for a long time

I even couldn't help humming the song that we co wrote: I sent lovesickness to the moon, how many words didn't say to my lover

Time seems to be very short in memory, unconsciously, it is ten o'clock in the evening.

But I'm still full of energy, not sleepy at all.

Cheng Xinjie's mood seems to be the same as mine. After a long time, she returns to the office again.

She wore a pair of beautiful slippers and a set of pajamas embroidered with patterns, which reflected her exquisite figure incisively and vividly.

She stood quietly beside me and asked tentatively, "brother in law, are you still sleeping?"

I turned my head and smiled at her. "I can't sleep."

Cheng Xinjie bit her lips and said, "I can't sleep."

I suddenly found that in her face, there was a little special spiritual implication. This kind of divinity is not excited or excited, but just like a kind of deep melancholy.

I immediately Leng for a while, stroke heart clean asked: "how, have a worry?"

Cheng Xinjie smiled and shook her head: "No. What's on my mind. Really not. "

She tried to cover it up, but she wanted to cover it up. However, I know Cheng Xinjie, no matter how serious she is, if she doesn't say it, she will keep her mouth shut and won't say a word.

So I did not continue to ask, but advised her: "well, take a rest early, heart clean. Tomorrow I will get up early and pick up your dream sister. "

Cheng Xinjie opened her mouth and said, "well. You should have a rest earlier, brother-in-law. "

I asked another question: "what about Dandan? What is she doing? "

Cheng Xinjie said, "it seems that sister Dandan is going to take a bath."

I nodded slightly and urged, "Oh. Xinjie, go to bed first, and I'll go back to the bedroom immediately. " I stood up and stretched my arms for a while, trying to get rid of today's fatigue, but I couldn't do it.

Cheng Xinjie hesitates for a moment, turns around and steps out.

She walked and stopped, stood again and again, and walked to the bedroom door half a day later.

I heard some unusual melody in her light footsteps.

Her mind is so heavy!

I immediately went back to the bedroom, brushed my teeth, washed my face, changed my slippers, and lay on the bed quietly. The picture of Youmeng continued to be broadcast in my mind. My heart jumped wildly.

I don't know how long it will be before Dan pushes in.

She came up lightly and stopped by my bed. She's just had a bath. Her hair is wet and still wet.

I took the lead in asking her, "what are you doing here without sleeping?"

Dandan turned around, went back to the door and put it in. Then he turned around, grabbed his flowing hair and smiled at me. "Brother Zhao, let me help you relax."

I was stunned for a moment and said, "No. I'm not tired today. Another day, another day. You've been tired all day, so take a rest earlier. "

Dandan gently lost his lips and summoned up courage: "brother Zhao, please let me help you. I haven't helped you relax for a week, and I think I'm a little redundant."

My heart suddenly touched: Yes, Dandan is a girl with strong self-esteem. She followed me without any purpose or requirement. She just wanted to be with me, live together, eat together and chat together. She did not expect anything, but she has been paying for me in silence. In her opinion, if I don't let her massage and relax for more than three days, she will feel that I'm indifferent to her, and she will feel a lot more than herself.

Of course, I don't want to make Dan feel emotional, so after a short deliberation, I nodded and said, "OK, half an hour. I'm only rotten for half an hour. "

As usual, I lay quietly on the bed, limbs relaxed, looking at the ceiling, looking forward to that kind of "reborn" enjoyment.

In fact, there are many times when this kind of enjoyment is like a kind of negative fatigue.

Dandan is very happy to help me massage and relax. Every movement and pattern of her makes me feel the ultimate comfort of the whole body. It's a kind of comfort that bursts out from the bone, extending all the time, and then extending -

Half an hour later, Dandan had a little sweat. I stopped her from serving, patted her on the shoulder and said with a smile, "it's very comfortable. Dan Dan, your craftsmanship has gone up another level. "

Dandan looked at me with satisfaction and asked tentatively, "really brother Zhao? I'm afraid I can't satisfy you with my old tricks. "

I sat up and joked: "satisfied, absolutely satisfied. It's not Zhao Long who talks big. You are a skilled craftsman. You charge 10000 yuan for half an hour. Many people rush to do it. "

Dan Dan's expression slightly changed, as if thinking: "but Dan, only hope, this life, only for brother Zhao you alone service."

I was stunned for a moment. I stretched my muscles and bones awkwardly. I changed the topic and said, "I'm flattered!" after a pause, I said, "OK, Dandan, go back to have a rest. I'm sleepy now and fight with my eyes. I'll get up early tomorrow."

Dan got up from the bed and said, "well. Brother Zhao had a good dream, and Dandan returned first. "

I raised my hand and urged, "go ahead."

When Dan left the room, I couldn't help but sigh in my heart.

To some extent, I really don't want Dan to waste his youth on me. I'm not worth it.

Dandan just walked away, and the message ring of my mobile phone was buzzing again.

I thought it was sent by dream again, who knows to pick up the mobile phone and see, just know it's the message sent by Fu Shengyi.

Fu Shengyi said in a text message: brother Zhao, did you sleep?

To be exact, I don't like texting very much. It's better to call directly when texting. It's something that can be done in three words and two words on the phone. If texting, I have to press the mobile keyboard for a long time. It hurts the eyes and the brain.

So I called Fu Shengyi directly, but there was no answer.

What's going on?

But just as I was feeling a bit of speculation, Fu Shengyi got on the phone and whispered, "brother Zhao, wait a minute, wait a minute.".

I took the phone and made a random guess. I heard a small sound of footsteps over there. Then Fu Shengyi gasped and said: "just now my sister was by my side, I came out, I was in the corridor.".

I said "Oh" and asked tentatively: why, did your sister bully you again?

Fu Shengyi busy way: No, No. My sister, she is reading novels in her room.

I said: that's good, that's good.

Fu Shengyi is silent for a moment, faltering and saying: brother Zhao, I'm really sorry for what happened just now. You came to visit me and my sister, but in fact, what did I say about my diary? Anyway, don't get me wrong. Hey.

Fu Shengyi's embarrassed laughter is sweet, but it seems to be a little sour. I knew what she wanted to say and comforted her by saying: nothing. We have lived together for so long, I don't know your sister's temper? Don't blame your sister. She is very sensitive and likes making a fuss.

Fu Shengyi said: anyway, that, the diary matter -- you don't mind, don't --

I know that this lovely little angel may be ashamed. I said with a smile: No, it won't. It's normal that I used to write a diary, in which I still regard song Zuying as my dream lover. The diary is full of illusions. You don't have to worry about it. Writing a diary is just like writing a novel!

Fu Shengyi says: No, it isn't. Brother Zhao, you still don't understand what I mean. Actually -- actually -- anyway, the more she described it, the more hazy it became.

I broke the ice: I know I know. Don't think about it. Your sister doesn't blame you. Neither do I. I support you to keep a diary, write it, and practice writing anyway.

Fu Shengyi kept silent for a while, as if he never said what he had in mind. Maybe she is too shy, maybe she thinks otherwise. She said with a wry smile: brother Zhao, I just know that I have a problem with my ability of expression. I just thought about what I should say, but I don't know how to say it. Well, when do you have time, I'll go to you. I'll tell you face to face.

I said: OK. Don't think about Saint Yi. It's really nothing.

Fu Shengyi falters for a moment, but he smiles awkwardly.

I lost no time to finish the conversation with her, but I thought a little more.

After hanging up the phone, I felt that Fu Shengyi was too kind and pure. I could not help but feel deeply when I recalled everything about her.

I wish Fu Shengbing could be better for her, and better.

This night, with infinite vision, I fell asleep.

One night's dream, with dream as the leading role, seems to have experienced a long lost ambiguity and happiness. I even feel the smile in my dream.

At five o'clock the next morning, I got up half an hour earlier than usual, stretched my limbs in the bedroom, did relaxation exercises, and then sprawled on the floor to do hundreds of push ups. I felt refreshed and in a good mood.

Soon to see by the dream, the hearts of excitement, indescribable.

Jinling's call didn't come by appointment.

I don't need to get through to know that she asked me out for morning exercise again.