After dinner.

Han Feiyu is still an old scalper, working hard to clean up garbage and dishes and chopsticks.

Song Yichen was lying on the sofa with a slightly bony belly, smirking while playing with his mobile phone.

The devil knows what's good and deserves to be so happy.

Han Feiyu muttered a complaint, didn't let her hear, washed the dishes and chopsticks and put them away, and then didn't forget to add some cat food to the rice bowl of the "flower arm".

When people are full, they can't forget about cats.

Han Feiyu squatted down and touched the head of the "flower arm" who was eating.

I secretly thought in my heart, we brothers have to twist into a rope and fight together against Song Yichen, the hateful foreign invader.

Since Song Yichen moved in, Han Feiyu obviously felt that his position was under great threat.

Hmph, from the one who used to say that he was the number one shopkeeper, now he has become a doorknob.

Pathetic! Nasty!

Shaking and cold, when will we men be able to stand up!

Don't oppress, resist!

It is incumbent upon our generation to stand up and overthrow tyranny!

The more I thought about it, the more angry I became.

Han Feiyu stood up and walked to the refrigerator and took out a can of cold fat house happy water.

At this moment, only a sip of happy water can eliminate the depression in the heart and turn it into real happiness!

Ah, why is life so hard!

Han Feiyu pulled off the pull ring and couldn't help but let out a long sigh in his heart.

"Xiao Yuyu, get me a can too!"

Song Yichen's voice sounded in her ears like a demon's whisper, and she was seen enjoying the comfortable time after dinner, lying comfortably on the sofa, with two straight and slender legs stretched out and stacked together, and a fruit bowl on the coffee table in front of the sofa.

From time to time, she would pick up a piece of fruit that had been cut with a toothpick, put it in her mouth and chew it gracefully.

Hey, guys, it's to open the door - it's home!

Han Feiyu indignantly took out a can of Coke from the refrigerator again.

Angrily, he walked over and put it on the coffee table.

Ahh

At this time, the sofa had been forcibly requisitioned by Song Yichen, and Han Feiyu didn't even have room to sit down.

It used to be his own rest area.

Now......

Woo woo, the sofa of the master, the news broadcast of the master is not watched!

Seeing that the time is almost up, how can this be?

After thinking about it, Han Feiyu still sat down on the edge of the sofa and didn't care about Song Yichen, who was lying on the corpse.

Drink a sip of cool happy water, eat a piece of fruit, and the whole person finds the previous feeling in a trance.

Beautiful!

But happy times are always short-lived.

Song Yichen soon began to be dishonest, kicked Han Feiyu who was close at hand a few times with a pair of long legs, and said:

"Ah, can you go over there?"

"Where else can I go?"

Han Feiyu was naturally reluctant to move a bit, and finally found a place to rest, and was about to turn on the TV to listen to the news, but he didn't expect Song Yichen to start doing things again at this time.

He said unhappily: "Are you embarrassed to occupy the whole sofa by one person?"

Song Yichen sat up half-sat up when he heard this, and replied without thinking: "Sorry!"

Han Feiyu was speechless for a while, but he still maintained his posture and had no intention of leaving.

Hehe, I won't leave today, see what you can do to me.

"Flower Arm, come here!"

Han Feiyu put down the Coke and shouted at the "flower arm" that had already eaten almost the same not far away.

But to his surprise, "Flower Arm" still buried his head in the rice bowl and didn't care about him at all.

Han Feiyu was suddenly full of black lines.

"Hahaha, look at your virtue!

Song Yichen couldn't help laughing out loud while holding his stomach, and then shouted "flower arm" in style.

At this moment, a shocking scene appeared.

The "flower arm" actually raised his head and ran in her direction with small steps.

Gan!

Han Feiyu subconsciously scolded in his heart.

I can't imagine that "Flower Arm", a stupid cat with thick eyebrows and big eyes, has become a traitor!

He has already become a commander of the light pole, and there is no one under his command, how can he fight against Song Yichen, a hateful woman!

On the other side, Song Yichen hugged the "flower arm" squatting on the ground and put it on the side of his side. I touched its head, and in its expectant eyes, I pinched a small piece of fruit and fed it to its mouth.

Okay, you're a "flower arm", you don't have any integrity at all, and you've been bought by sugar-coated shells?

I'm really blind.

In the future, I really can't change the name, just call it "Tiger Arm"!

Han Feiyu is now weak, and he can't fight with Song Yichen, a woman, so he can only endure the humiliation for the time being, and draw a small notebook in his heart to write it down.

It's not too late for a gentleman to take revenge for ten years!

Huh!

Sooner or later, this world will be the world of the lord!

"Go! Get inside!"

Han Feiyu moved to the edge of the sofa with a bad face.

"That's right!"

"Damn!"

"Huh, what did you just say?"

"How can it be repaired!"

“......”

Song Yichen still seemed to be very dissatisfied, so he simply lifted his white feet and put them on Han Feiyu's thighs.

Now I can finally straighten her long legs.

She was comfortable, but Han Feiyu was uncomfortable.

"Oh, I'll go, Song Yichen, you put my feet down for me!"

Han Feiyu was rarely a little panicked.

"Slightly, think beautifully!"

Song Yichen stuck out her tongue with a grimace, and twisted her slender waist extremely defiantly.

A pair of white and tender little feet placed on Han Feiyu's legs were not honest, and after kicking twice, they used Ruyu toes to pick up Han Feiyu's loose short-sleeved hem and leaned inside.

Gan!

What the hell is this hateful woman going to do!

The moment the skin touched each other, Han Feiyu's scalp was numb, and she subconsciously reached out and pressed her pair of jade feet, wanting to pull it out of her clothes.

"Song Yichen, are you disgusting?

"Are you disgusted with me?

Song Yichen asked with a hippie smile.

Han Feiyu's face became darker and darker.

Why doesn't she even have the slightest reserve as a woman!

Why the hell is that?

Dragged Song Yichen's feet out and threw them on the sofa with great disgust, Han Feiyu decided to stay away from the sofa after thinking about it.

Even if I can save my life if I stay, I'm afraid I will suffer a mental blow.

Woohoo, Song Yichen, a torturing god!

Just as he was about to leave, Song Yichen came over again in an instant before he had time to blink.

Sitting cross-legged and very close to Han Feiyu.

With a goofy smile on his face.

Oh my god, it's not good, run away!

Han Feiyu felt an inexplicable sense of vigilance in his heart for no reason.

There will definitely be no good things next, and the thirty-six plans will be the best plan!

In fact, however, he was still a step too late.

The arm had been tightly grasped by Song Yichen, who was smiling.

"Xiao Yuyu, didn't you promise to do me a favor?"

Song Yichen asked cautiously tentatively.

"Yes? Why don't I remember?"

Han Feiyu denied it at the first time.

"Yes!"

Song Yichen's little face became serious, and he nodded solemnly.

Han Feiyu tilted his head and glanced at her in astonishment.

Well, your chest ...... Ahem...... It's loud, you say yes, then there is.

"Say, what's the deal?"

Han Feiyu sighed deeply, looking like he was going to die generously.

"Hehehehe, Xiao Yuyu is the best!"

Song Yichen laughed happily, revealing two small tiger teeth.

"Stop, stop, let's talk bluntly, what is our relationship, more than 20 years of 'good brothers', you definitely can't bear to pit me, right?!"

Han Feiyu said in fear.

The more Song Yichen laughed happily, the more bottomless he became.

Ya had apparently dug a big hole and waited for him to jump in.

Phew, what wait for him to take the initiative to jump, this fucking almost didn't take the initiative to push it!

"That's it, we have such a good relationship, you will definitely help me, right!

"Say it, say it. ”

"Did I really say that?"

"Uh-huh. ”

"Are you sure you're mentally prepared?"

"You...... In the end, I don't say it, or I will let go of my hand, I haven't won my first win today!"

Song Yichen didn't know what the first win was, but of course it wasn't something she cared about.

I saw that she restrained the smiling expression on her face, looking much more solemn and serious, and her slender willow waist was straight, making the already unattainable peak even more upright.

Damn it!

It's hard for even a fool to move such a mountain!

Han Feiyu pinched the Coke can and took a big sip to suppress the shock, while still maintaining a high degree of vigilance, not daring to be careless.

"Hey, hey, I'll just say it, but there's something I need to confirm first. ”

Song Yichen clenched his small hands into fists, cleared his throat, and then said with a slight twist: "Where did you find the song you sang on the guitar that day?"

“？？？”

Han Feiyu was already ready to be pitted, but she didn't expect her to ask such a non-nutritious question.

"Didn't you say it, I can't find it, I ...... Well...... Written by a friend. ”

"Which friend? Why haven't I heard that you have a friend who can write songs?"

"Ahem, I have a lot of friends, you know a hammer. ”

"Oh, is it? This friend you're talking about...... Isn't it you?"

"Hmm...... Yes...... It's not!"

Han Feiyu stammered and denied it, and anyone could see that there was something greasy about it.

It was rare that Song Yichen didn't demolish him, but he got a little closer, with a sly smile on his face, and said, "Can you teach me to sing this song?"

Han Feiyu had an expression of disbelief on his face and said, "Is this what you want me to help you with?"

"Uh-huh, I recently got a temporary job and need to prepare a song......"

Song Yichen's eyes were a little dodgy as he spoke, and he lowered his head and didn't dare to look directly at Han Feiyu.

Han Feiyu unconsciously had doubts in his heart, what temporary work still needs to prepare songs?

What's more, there are so many songs on the Internet, why do you want to learn to sing them?

"Little Feather?"

In Han Feiyu's stunned moment, Song Yichen's voice sounded again.

"I can teach you, but this song doesn't seem to be very suitable for girls to sing. ”

Han Feiyu scratched his head and said.

"So what should I do, I really don't want to choose those songs on the Internet!!"

The loss on Song Yichen's face was undisguised, and he said in an eager tone.

"I ...... Friend...... There's just a song for girls to sing, why don't you try it?"

Han Feiyu almost said something wrong.

"Yes, yes!"

Song Yichen's eyes lit up immediately when he heard this.

"Then you wait a minute, I'll ask if the other person is there. ”

Han Feiyu immediately stood up and walked towards his room.

Grandma drops, if he continues to talk about it, his whole body will collapse.

Sure enough, I still can't do such a thing as lying.

A few minutes later, Han Feiyu walked out with a USB flash drive and threw it into Song Yichen's hand.

"Now, the song is inside. ”

"Huh, so fast! Do I need to pay?"

"No, no, no!"

"Well, it just so happens that I don't have any money either. ”

“......”

"Help me thank you for this 'friend', Xiao Yuyu!"

"Ahem, ahem. ”

Han Feiyu didn't answer anything, and ran back to the room to close the door.

Only Song Yichen was left sitting on the sofa in the living room, holding a USB flash drive and smiling innocently.

The two of them tacitly agreed.

Han Feiyu, who returned to the room, lay on the bed in a large font, took out his mobile phone and glanced at it.

The message pushed on the weather software is that tomorrow will still be a sunny day.

It's nice to have a sunny day!