"Snap"

The pull tab on the Coke can was ripped off, and from inside there was a series of bubbles overflowing.

Han Feiyu took a big sip depressedly.

It was still late to return, and the news on the TV had already come to an end.

Woo woo, damn it.

It takes so long to get a hair.

Han Feiyu rubbed the "noodles" on his head hatefully, no matter how he looked at it, he felt uncomfortable.

Over there, Song Yichen was still in a good mood.

I looked in the mirror in the bathroom, seemed very satisfied with the new hairstyle, and walked back to my room to change clothes with a relaxed and happy pace.

After a while, she slowly pushed the door open and walked out.

On her feet, she stepped on a pair of black and white simple women's slippers, wore a pair of gray loose hot pants, and her two long, fair, straight legs were exposed to the air without concealment. The upper body was a wide round-necked striped blouse, which shrouded the entire upper body and the small waist, looming with her footsteps. The long, curly wavy hair bleached a misty blue, lazily tied into a ponytail that swayed gently at the back of her head.

Coupled with her delicate and flawless face, the whole person is like a heroine who came out of a girl's comic.

Song Yichen hummed an unknown tune on his lips, was in a good mood, kicked off his shoes, and sat lazily on the sofa.

Two long snow-white legs were lifted and stacked on the coffee table not far in front of them, and their crystal clear toes moved happily.

Han Feiyu: "......"

Gan!

Han Feiyu angrily picked up the trumpet pillow pressed behind her, patted her on the leg, and said, "Well, take your feet off for you!"

"Cut~" Song Yichen glanced at his mouth disappreciatively, but he still obediently withdrew his legs, and lifted his legs up with a light side shift and put them back on Han Feiyu's shoulders.

(눈_눈)

Han Feiyu is full of black lines.

Are you a disabled person who has been bedridden for many years?

Isn't it uncomfortable if these legs don't sit on something?

Han Feiyu's shoulders shook, and at the same time, her body leaned slightly behind her, and her legs fell into her arms...... on the pillows.

Granny drops.

What a living ancestor.

"Hey, hey, hey. Song Yichen suddenly laughed stupidly, squinted his eyes at Han Feiyu and said, "How is it, Xiao Yuyu, isn't my hair very beautiful? ”

"Stinky woman, climb away for you!"

Han Feiyu said weakly with a dark face and a drooping head.

Hmph, even if he is really good-looking and pretty, he will not admit it.

What's the use of looking good, can it be eaten as a meal?

No!

It's a pair of long legs, it's a pity not to pedal three wheels.

Han Feiyu continued to watch the TV boringly, holding the remote control and aimlessly changing programs.

"Hey, it's time!" Song Yichen suddenly got up and exclaimed, and then stepped forward with a quick movement and snatched the remote control in Han Feiyu's hand.

"Ahh ”

Song Yichen stared expectantly at the TV hanging on the wall in front of him.

At this moment, it happens to be playing the variety show called "Song Road" that she participated in.

"Welcome to the third season of "Song Road", I am the host Zhao Fan. ”

"This program is sponsored and broadcast by Jiale Herbal Tea. ”

"When the weather is hot, drink more herbal tea, good herbal tea is in Jiale!"

"Alright, now for our guest judges. ”

“......”

Song Yichen was concentrated, with a serious and expectant look.

"Xiao Yuyu, hurry up and turn up the volume. ”

"Isn't the remote control in your hand?"

"Oh, I'm sorry. ”

Han Feiyu was speechless for a while, he had already watched it at the recording site, and he was not interested in watching it now, and wanted to get up and leave.

Today's word is not yet coded.

The in-game dishes have not yet been harvested.

I have to go back quickly!

"No, don't go, watch with me. ”

Song Yichen grabbed the corner of his clothes without raising his head and didn't let him leave.

Gan, it looks like we are going to have pigeons again today!

Han Feiyu sighed and shook his head helplessly.

On the other side, Song Yichen curled up and put away a pair of long legs, sat cross-legged on the sofa, and leaned in the direction of Han Feiyu, it was rare to be so quiet and birdy.

Phew, what the hell is a bird!

Han Feiyu couldn't help but shudder, and suddenly felt that the thoughts that appeared in his mind were a little terrifying, and he scratched his hair in confusion and tried to forget about it.

"Open it for you, get so close, aren't you hot?"

Han Feiyu's shoulders were raised, and in the next second, he couldn't wait to hide directly 108,000 miles away.

Song Yichen's brows furrowed slightly, touched him with his elbow, and said, "Don't make trouble." ”

It's really fucking the evil door that opened the door to the evil door, and the evil door has arrived home.

Is she Song Yichen really honest?

Han Feiyu couldn't help but raise his hand and pinch her face.

The water is smart, soft and tender, and people can't bear to pull their hands away.

It's not like it's fake, could it be that the sun is coming out in the west?

He quickly took a sip of Coke to suppress the shock.

The TV show has begun to broadcast normally, and one by one the contestants take the stage to start their performances.

To Han Feiyu's surprise, there were only two judges on the day of the recording, but now there are five people on TV.

Maybe I made a re-recording and editing in the later stage.

Han Feiyu couldn't help but secretly guess in his heart.

"Hurry up, Xiao Yuyu, watch TV!"

Song Yichen shouted again, shaking Han Feiyu's arm excitedly.

Han Feiyu: "......"

Isn't it just that you are on the stage, dangling in front of your eyes every day, what's there to see?

Song Yichen's singing voice came from the TV, which was the previous song "Little Lucky".

"Giggles. ”

Song Yichen, who was sitting next to him, let out a goose cry happily.

Han Feiyu glanced at her expressionlessly.

Oh, good guy, this is the Song Yichen in his memory.

Crazy and crazy, Tie Hanhan one.

"Xiao Yuyu, I've been promoted!"

"Uh-huh, mentor guidance. ”

"What kind of expression do you have, isn't it worth being happy?"

"No, I'm really happy for you. ”

"Oh, that's too perfunctory. ”

"Why, from the bottom of my heart. ”

Han Feiyu solemnly patted his chest and signaled that he was not lying.

But Song Yichen still pursed his rosy lips, his eyes were suspicious and his face was full of disbelief.

"Don't believe it, pull it down. ”

Han Feiyu spread his hands indifferently and shrugged his shoulders.

On the TV, after Song Yichen's clip was broadcast, she seemed to be a little interested, just glanced at it from time to time.

At the same time, what the two didn't know was that just a few minutes after Song Yichen appeared on the stage, he had been quietly recorded and edited, made into a short video and posted on a well-known two-dimensional platform.

Suddenly, Song Yichen bumped Han Feiyu with his shoulder.

"What are you doing?"

Han Feiyu's heart was suddenly shocked, and his eyelids jumped wildly.

"Hey, hey, hey. ”

Song Yichen leaned in a little closer, and didn't say anything, just laughing stupidly there.

"If you have something to say, you can say it quickly, and if you have a fart, let it go. ”

Han Feiyu was very disgusted and pushed her face away.

"Little Feather Feather...... Hee-hee......"

Song Yichen cheekily greeted him again, his eyebrows and eyes curved like a crescent moon.

Han Feiyu hurriedly lifted the small pillow in his arms and blocked it in front of him, subconsciously wanting to lean back.

Song Yichen!

Don't come here!

Woo woo, I'm so scared!

(TДT;)

"What are you hiding, people have something to say to you. ”

Song Yichen bit his lip and blinked his eyes very charmingly, causing goosebumps to rise up and down Han Feiyu's body.

Can you have something to say, don't get so close.

The baby is so scared!

Although his baby is a man of 1.8 meters......

“......”

Han Feiyu was speechless for a while, and could only watch Song Yichen get closer and closer to him with a smile like a little devil.

There is no way back behind him.

Song Yichen smiled evilly and pushed his chest, and he lost his support and fell on the sofa.

Han Feiyu's gaze began to dodge, and he didn't dare to look at him.

At the same time, the body slid down silently, trying to smear the soles of her feet without her noticing.

Woo~Woo~

Song Yichen slowly stretched out his right hand, pulled off the knot tied to his long hair, and shook slightly, and his long curly hair full of misty blue instantly scattered and draped over his shoulders.

Bursts of incense spread around.

Han Feiyu, who buried half of his face under the pillow, sniffed for no reason.

It smells so good......

Phew, what are you thinking?

What kind of medicine is sold in a gourd, damn woman!

Song Yichen's face was getting closer and closer, and she didn't know when, her hand was also supported next to Han Feiyu's head, looking at the posture, it was obvious that she wanted to guard against Han Feiyu running away.

The other hand was raised, gently cupping his face under Han Feiyu's incredulous gaze.

o(≧ mouth ≦)o

It's too late!

Song Yichen's state is really wrong!

I saw her slowly open her rosy lips in the next second, and the expression on her face said with a hint of twist: "Xiao Yuyu, in fact, there is a sentence that I have hidden in my heart for a long time, and I have never had a chance to say it to you......"

(⊙＿⊙；)

What's going on?

Han Feiyu was dumbfounded, and didn't say a word for a long time.

This!this!

Okay, you Song Yichen, I'll just say why Lai didn't leave at my grandfather's house, and finally exposed your true colors!

You're gluttonous!

In vain, Fei Ye kindly took you in and treated you as a "good brother"!

Han Feiyu's heartbeat began to speed up inexplicably, and he was already thinking in his heart about how to reject Song Yichen, an iron man.

We are good brothers and it is impossible to be together!

You're going to die of this heart!

Mmmmmmmm

Han Feiyu quietly made up his mind in his heart.

However, Song Yichen spoke again, but it was completely different from what Han Feiyu had imagined in his mind just now.

"Hmm...... Xiao Yuyu, you ...... Can you help me get a new song?"

“？？？”

（．＿．）

Han Feiyu's expression was sluggish, and he opened his mouth to speak.

My heartbeat suddenly returned to normal, and my mind went blank for some reason.

"Okay?"

Song Yichen had a small face, looking at Han Feiyu nervously, his eyes did not blink, full of anticipation.

"Ah...... Yes...... Okay. ”

Han Feiyu came back to his senses, swallowed his saliva, and nodded a little sneeringly.

Strange why does it feel empty in my heart.

However, at this time, Song Yichen, who heard Han Feiyu's promise, couldn't help but raise his hands and laugh happily.

"Hahaha, I'm sure I'll win the championship!"

Han Feiyu scratched his face, a little dazed and at a loss.

......