"Wait a minute!"

Han Feiyu shouted in panic as he crawled off the bed with a roll.

Song Yichen couldn't help but stop what he was doing when he heard this, and looked at him with a puzzled mind.

I don't understand what kind of plane is suddenly engaged.

"You put your hand up, hey, yes, that's it!"

Han Feiyu didn't care about putting on his shoes, his bare feet stepped directly on the slightly cold floor, and he came to Song Yichen's side like a thief, and his two eyes pretended to glance at the computer screen as if nothing happened.

The next second, I secretly breathed a sigh of relief in my heart.

Fortunately, she didn't click on the folder.

"Are you nervous?" Song Yichen glanced at him, just stunned for a moment, and then moved the mouse to the top of the folder marked "Study Materials", and pressed his index finger down slightly.

"Da Da" crisp cross talk came from the palm of her hand.

The next second is to enter the folder.

Han Feiyu's eyelids jumped wildly, and his face instantly became extremely unnatural.

Oh roar, it's broken!

Isn't this the end of the calf?!

Han Feiyu was shocked, and he didn't care so much, and immediately wanted to snatch the mouse in Song Yichen's hand.

However, it was too late......

"Hey, there's nothing. ”

Song Yichen slapped Han Feiyu's outstretched claws very casually like a fly, his face full of doubts.

Han Feiyu also turned his head when he heard this, only to see that the folder was blank and there was nothing.

“？？？”

( ̄▽ ̄)

scared to death, it turned out to be a false alarm.

Han Feiyu patted his chest, suppressed his shock, and then suddenly remembered that he had taken out an insurance policy a long time ago and hid all the contents of this folder.

Fortunately, he was prescient!

Mr. Momonogi, Mr. Aizawa, Mr. Matsushita, Mr. Mikami!

"Xiao Yuyu, where are the things, why can't I find them. ”

Song Yichen blinked a pair of big eyes with a confused face, his long eyelashes fluttered up and down, and he looked at Han Feiyu who was close in front of him cutely.

"Open it to the master, stupid to death, is it really white with such big eyes, ornaments?"

The sleepiness on Han Feiyu's face had long since disappeared, just like before, he was a merciless "poisonous tongue".

"Cut~"

Song Yichen stepped back disappreciatively, then got up and gave up his position.

And she herself went around to the back of the chair and grabbed Han Feiyu's head like a wild bombardment at Han Feiyu, who was already sitting on the chair.

Scratching his already messy hairstyle into an even worse chicken nest, he was still humming angrily: "Just your eyes! Just your eyes! You know to bury me from morning to night!"

"Huh. Han Feiyu's eyes narrowed and smiled slightly, he was very tolerant of Song Yichen, who lost his temper like a child, and let her behave behind her, putting his hand on the mouse for a while, and after a few seconds, he pointed to the computer screen and said, "Isn't it here?"

Song Yichen looked in the direction of his finger and saw a ...... The column audio file is lying there quietly.

Her eyes widened at once, and her face was filled with unconcealed joy, and she said in surprise, "Are these these?

One, two, three, four, five, six, seven......

Wow!!!

Rich, rich!

Song Yichen seemed to see treasures piled up in front of him.

So many songs, if they are all original, and they are as good as "Little Lucky" sung before......

I can't even think about it!

A song "Little Lucky" made her successfully promoted, so wouldn't a few more songs be the champion?

What a simple question, hey, hey, hey!

Song Yichen gradually woke up from the shock, and then shook Han Feiyu's shoulders with great excitement.

Han Feiyu turned his head with a serious and serious face, and almost accidentally bumped into two oncoming tall peaks.

......

"Song Rice Bucket, I'm afraid you're not thinking about peaches to eat. ”

Han Feiyu said expressionlessly, "I'll only give you one song, and nothing else will work for the time being." ”

"Hmm~Xiao Yuyu~ Why?"

When Song Yichen heard his words, his little face immediately collapsed, and his tone was elongated and coquettish.

Han Feiyu suddenly felt a chill attacking, shivered up and down his body, goosebumps straightened, his shoulders subconsciously shrank, like a plague god, he couldn't avoid it, and said with great disgust: "Tell the master about people, don't make this play, who is the disgusting person to learn from!"

Song Yichen saw that he couldn't be coquettish, so he bit his lip and clenched his small fist and hammered it on his shoulder.

However, Han Feiyu didn't eat his set, and had already turned around, ready to pick up the USB flash drive on the table, intending to copy out a document.

"Xiao Yuyu, we are 'good brothers', can you bear to see me eliminated in the next round? I heard that the prize money of the champion is very high, enough to eat hundreds of meals of Haidilao, and there is also a seven-day tour of the seaside sponsored by the program team for free, when I win the championship, I will definitely take you with me, okay." ”

Song Yichen couldn't make a plan, so he gave another blow, and simply said it softly to the end, plus he lured him with profit, so he didn't believe that Han Feiyu was not moved.

But what she never expected was that even so, Han Feiyu still did not waver in the slightest.

"It's up to you to talk about whether you can advance in the next issue, this is thinking about winning the championship?" I think you're really ......" Han Feiyu's tone paused slightly, raised his eyebrows, and continued bluntly: "The balloon just let go to the sky, floating!"

"Ahhhhh

Not long after Han Feiyu's voice fell, he had already selected a song from it and copied the audio file in the USB flash drive.

According to Song Yichen's singing skills at this time, she can't control some songs, and some songs are too mediocre.

Finding the right song is not an easy task.

Han Feiyu also had a headache unconsciously.

But there are still some......

"Now, it's already copied, you can take it. ”

"Is there only one?"

"Or else?"

Song Yichen didn't take the USB flash drive for a long time, don't look over, there are three big words written on the whole delicate pretty face - unhappy.

"Little Feather!"

She suddenly shouted softly, and then before Han Feiyu could react, she opened her white arms and wrapped her arms around his neck, and her head rested weakly on his broad shoulders.

"What?"

Han Feiyu was a little caught off guard for a while, and his hand holding the USB flash drive seemed a little redundant.

It doesn't work to put it down, and it's not appropriate to hold it there all the time.

The whole person looks like a wood carving, and it looks silly.

Song Yichen didn't answer him, but just looked unwilling to rub his head against his ear.

"Hey!"

Han Feiyu sighed a little helplessly.

Sigh every day, feel sad.

"What's the matter, if you have something to say, don't be like this suddenly, I don't know how to comfort you. ”

He patted Song Yichen's arm gently, really feeling a little uncomfortable.

"Xiao Yuyu, thank you these days. Song Yichen raised his head slowly, with a reluctant smile on his face, his eyes were slightly red, and there were faint clear and flickering tears in his eyes, and he wanted to cry, which made people feel distressed.

"I ......" she pursed her lips, and before she could say the rest of her words, she was interrupted by Han Feiyu.

"Alright, alright, aren't we 'good brothers', why are you talking about these useless things. ”

Han Feiyu turned his head slightly, glanced at her, and then continued to speak: "Let me ask you, is it really going to the championship?"

Sure enough, the master is still soft-hearted.

Abominable woman!

"Uh-huh......"

Song Yichen's arms tightened and nodded pitifully.

"The championship prize is so high, you can eat many meals of Haidilao ......"

Han Feiyu: "......"

Good guy, co-author or thinking about Haidilao.

It's you, Song Yichen, Song Rice Bucket!

"Alright then, I'll help you. ”

Han Feiyu whispered in his heart, and then finally relented.

"Really...... Really?"

Song Yichen's eyes widened, full of disbelief. Then the small nose pumped, and a smile as bright as the spring of March appeared on his face.

"Great!"

The arm she wrapped around Han Feiyu's neck unconsciously became harder, and the person jumped up happily.

"Ahem, ahem, let go, you're going to die......"

Han Feiyu opened her mouth and coughed while slapping her arm repeatedly.

If you don't let go of your hand, you will go to the west to see the Buddha.

"I'm sorry, Xiao Yuyu, are you okay? ”

Song Yichen hurriedly lowered his head, looked at Han Feiyu's face that was suffocated by her, and stuck out his tongue guiltily.

Like Han Feiyu, who had regained his life, he gulped greedy for air, and said angrily: "I was almost killed by you...... I'm not done yet, what are you happy about?"

"As long as Xiao Yuyu has a song...... Not...... Hey, hey, as long as you help me behind my back, you can do whatever you want me to do!"

Song Yichen patted his towering chest, looking like he was willing to go up the knife mountain and go down the sea of fire.

Han Feiyu rubbed his eyes and quietly withdrew his gaze.

It seemed that there was something dangling in front of his eyes, two large balls, the headlights, where did the car come from? What a strange!

Hey, whatever, just don't see anything.

Han Feiyu cleared his throat, crossed his legs, put a pestle on his chin with one hand, and said locally: "Pull it down, what can you do, even ask me to order a takeout." ”

When Song Yichen heard this, his face immediately turned red, and he didn't know how to argue for a while.

If you think about it, you think you're a waste.

Not.

What a mulberry heart!

(┬┬﹏┬┬)

Song Yichen thought about it, but he still kneading Han Feiyu's shoulder with his hand with a flattering smile.

"Xiao Yuyu, how is the strength, is it comfortable?"

"Bigger, haven't you eaten?"

"It's true that people didn't have breakfast......"

Song Yichen said aggrievedly.

Han Feiyu: "......"

Gotta get it.

Is this any different from stepping on the shoulders of the grandfather with a flower arm?

Is it more intelligent?

......

Flower arms, you're a thing!

Unaware but inexplicably cued, Hua Arm had just crawled out of the nest and was about to go to the living room balcony to find a quiet place to bask in the sun.

It stretched, but the soles of its feet slipped and its limbs spread out on the white floor warmed by the sun.

Woo meow~

The hateful shovel officer didn't even come to help me up, and he must have been nesting in his room playing games again.

At this moment, Han Feiyu's room is in the room.

Song Yichen's face was slightly red, the index fingers of both hands kept twitching back and forth, and he said squirmingly: "Xiao Yuyu, you really want to ...... Femdom me?"