This is too abnormal, this is not Qi Zeye's style at all, and it is not like what Qi Zeye can do. Unless he's a playboy, or maybe he likes her.

An Yiran didn't dare to think about it anymore, and she couldn't let her think about it too much, so Xiao Zichen came to the front of the two.

"Dad, Auntie, what are you doing?" Zichen looked at them, his innocent eyes full of doubt, blinking and blinking.

When An Yiran heard this, she didn't know where she got the strength, so she quickly pushed Qi Zeye away, smiled a little embarrassedly, squatted down and explained to Xiao Zichen: "That's the case, Auntie has something in her eyes, and your father is helping Auntie get it out." ”

Qi Zeye was on the side, leaning against the wall, looking at An Yiran who was in a hurry with interest, and the smile on the corner of his mouth became even stronger.

Zichen thought for a while, and said worriedly: "Did the aunt get it out? I'll help the aunt blow it?" Zihan's eyes got into something, and I helped blow it out. ”

"No, thank you, your dad has already helped Auntie get it out!"

An Yiran smiled, touched Zichen's hair, and continued: "Speaking of which, what's wrong with Xiao Zichen?

Xiao Zichen shook his head, "I'm here to find Dad." ”

An Yiran suddenly felt a little lost when she heard this.

Xiao Zichen walked towards Qi Zeye, the two talked about some school things, and after the negotiation, Xiao Zichen went back to do his homework.

An Yiran sat on the sofa, took off her high heels to rest, and saw that after they finished talking, Qi Zeye still didn't want to leave.

"You can sleep here, but only on the couch. She remembered the embarrassing moments in recent days, and couldn't help blushing, and said to Qi Zeye.

"Good. Qi Zeye raised his eyebrows, took a step with long legs, and came to An Yiran's side in a few steps.

He sat on the sofa and lay down on An Yiran's lap, An Yiran hurriedly pushed him away, "I let you lie on the sofa and I didn't let you lie on my lap......"

An Yiran's voice became smaller and smaller, and she became more and more unconfident.

The corners of Qi Zeye's mouth were slightly hooked, and he fell in the other direction, and after a while, the sound of his steady breathing came.

It was still early, and even the sun hadn't set.

An Yiran sighed, remembering his intimate actions with her in recent days, constantly flashing back in her mind, listening to the sound of his breathing, she became more and more energetic, and simply stopped thinking about it.

She turned on the TV, for fear of disturbing the sleeping Qi Zeye and Zihan and Zichen who were studying, so she quickly turned the volume on mute and watched it.

"Hiss......" After a while, Qi Zeye's voice came from the quiet room, he seemed to be in pain, his eyes were tightly closed, he frowned, he covered his neck with one hand, and supported his body with the other.

Seeing this, An Yiran hurriedly stepped forward to help him, and asked worriedly and anxiously, "What's wrong?"

Qi Zeye raised his eyes and glanced at An Yiran, then closed them again, his thin lips opened lightly, and said slowly: "It's okay, it's just a stiff sleep." ”

When An Yiran heard this, she finally breathed a sigh of relief, glared at Qi Zeye fiercely, and hurriedly walked behind him and massaged him.

"It seems that the sofa still can't sleep for long, so you can go to the room tonight. ”

"Hmm. Qi Zeye agreed, and the corners of his mouth raised an arc of successful schemes.

An Yiran stood behind him, and he couldn't see his expression yet, if he saw him snickering, I was afraid that he would scold him again and drive him to sleep next door.

"Okay, you shouldn't be in pain anymore, Xiao Zihan and Xiao Zichen should be tired of studying, I'll make them some desserts." ”

An Yiran let go of her hand, moved her sore arm, and walked towards the kitchen.

"Oh, by the way, if you're still sleepy, you can go to my room and sleep for a while. ”

"Not sleepy. Qi Zeye said, walked to the dining table, folded his hands, crossed and interlocked, and stared at An Yiran's every move with interest.

When An Yiran raised her eyes, she met such a pair of eyes, with a smile and a little affection, and the deep eyes were like a pool of spring water, tugging at An Yiran's heartstrings.

When the dessert in her hand was ready, she put the three desserts neatly on the table, went into the bedroom, and called out the two children.

"Zihan, Zichen, Auntie has made dessert, hurry up and eat it!"

As soon as the words fell, the two children hurriedly put down their pens, rushed out of the room, sat down at the table, and looked at the desserts on the table with an expectant expression.

"What did Auntie do today?" Zihan asked with a milky voice as she bit her spoon.

"You've already eaten it, haven't you sung it yet?" An Yiran hooked her little nose, and Zihan laughed out loud.

"Stupid. Zichen was on the side, and said disdainfully as usual.

Qi Zeye looked at the three people in front of him, like a family, and he was also deep in it, he was happy, he actually felt the warmth of home.

Qi Zeye looked at the desserts on the table and frowned slightly, he had never mentioned to An Yiran that he didn't like desserts, and this time it was the same.

But this time, as usual, he swept away the desserts on the table.

After everyone finished eating, An Yiran cleaned up the things on the table.

The night was getting deeper, Qi Zeye finished reading the last bit of documents, he rubbed his somewhat sore eyes, and glanced back at An Yiran.

She was already asleep, and the sound of even breathing gradually came, and the apricot eyes that she always used to stare at him on weekdays were closed at this time, a little less stubborn and a little more gentle.

He looked at her quiet face, and couldn't bear to disturb her, he just wanted to keep looking at it like this.

He moved his gaze downwards over her brows and eyes, resting on her red lips, the warmth of the body temperature, the softness of the lips, attracting all his gaze and awakening all his impulses.

He leaned down, tentatively touched the land of desire with his thin cold lips, and quickly left.

An Yiran's long eyelashes trembled, and his smart and delicate eyes did not open as he thought, he gradually became bolder, and imprinted his lips deeply, entangled with her crimson and moist little tongue.

An Yiran seemed to feel something, and let out a reverie ** sound, Qi Zeye saw her slowly waking up, and hurriedly got up.

And her closed eyes didn't open, but she stretched out her hand, wrapped her arms around Qi Zeye's neck, pulled him closer, and slipped the tip of her flexible tongue into his mouth, entangled and dancing with him, unwilling to leave with him, tighter.

Qi Zeye's dark eyes are like a pool of spring water, his bright eyes are turning a thousand times, and he is so tender, as if he has collected all the tenderness in the world, just to leave it for the person he is kissing.