Song Xijun followed up with a dead face and went to Wen Qingshui's house. didn't dare to sit on the sofa directly, and asked Wen Qingshui for a square cloth to spread on it, and then sat down.

He remembered that she didn't like to wear a coat into the house, but it made her very happy. It's not like Leng Yueming can't remember it even if he says it 10,000 times!

Thinking of this, she was stunned. How to think of him again!

Besides, what is the comparison between these two people?

Seeing Wen Qingshui stunned, Song Xijun thought that she was unwilling to deal with him, so he had to say aggrievedly: "Qingshui, I haven't eaten yet, do you have anything to eat?"

"I may have to eat somen noodles! I don't have anything at home!"

"If you can eat it, you can eat it!" he wanted to say, "I love to eat it when you make it!"

"Wait!" After speaking, Wen Qingshui entered the kitchen.

Song Xijun also got up and leaned against the door frame. I saw that Wen Qingshui was already wearing her ugly big overall, and she looked a little fat. That's just right, she's too thin!

Wen Qingshui's family is small, and he can't turn around in the kitchen. But Song Xijun likes the feeling of leaning against the door frame and watching her. He felt that there was nothing more pleasant than watching his beloved woman busy himself in the kitchen!

At this moment, he looked at the silhouette or the back with a smile. With a smile on his lips. It was as if all the unhappiness and obstacles had melted away at this moment!

Soon a bowl of noodles was ready, and Wen Qingshui said that there was nothing at home, but there was still an egg and a few slices of mutton in the noodles. And those green ones turned out to be coriander foam!

"It's a big bowl, I can't finish it!" Xijun said and wanted to take a bowl to give Wen Qing a little water, she was too thin. I saw her come out of the kitchen with a small bowl! As she walked, she ate a bite of meat, looking like a hungry cat.

"You!" Song Xijun smiled dotingly. Start eating.

"I'll pick you up tomorrow morning!"

"Don't bother! ”

"Don't bother! or I'll live here, and we'll go with us tomorrow!"

Wen Qingshui was taken aback!

"My house is only one room, how can I live there?"

"I don't mind sleeping on the sofa! I'm so tired today that I haven't eaten for a day! I didn't sleep last night!" Song Xijun slyly began to complain about the miserable rhythm.

"What's wrong with the company?"

"Recently, it is unusual that many of Song's companies have had problems, and I am very busy. Even Tang Bowen hadn't seen Zhang Haoxue for two weeks! He complained to me every day. ”

Saying that, Song Xijun closed his eyes and lay on the sofa, looking exhausted. It seems that I can't take one more step.

He was really tired, and everything he said was the truth! If others might not care too much, after all, they are all small things. But both he and Tang Bowen keenly felt the unusual. This is also the reason why he got out of the Feng peace talks project. It's not a big deal, but it's the little things that drain the most energy. A small thing that is not handled well may have a butterfly effect.

He felt as if an invisible hand was grasping him. Maybe Wen Qingwen was also affected by him. As soon as he thought of this, he felt that he should have treated her better.

Seeing him so tired, Wen Qingshui wanted to say that he would not go to the library tomorrow, but he had to send it. Announcements are all out!

"Okay, then don't go back, I'll find you some pajama pants in a while!"

The surprise in Song Xijun's heart couldn't be expressed, he didn't expect her to agree. Did she really say yes?, he hurriedly looked up and met a pair of open eyes.

"Okay! Thank you Qingshui for understanding me!"

"Stay, but you have to listen to me!"

"Okay, whatever you say is what you say!"

Wen Qingshui put away the dishes and chopsticks. There was a stir in the cupboard. Finally found the loosest pair of sweatpants, or the elasticated waist. Fortunately, because she was fat when she bought it, she never wore it! Fortunately, Wen Qingshui's clothes were loose sportswear.

"Go wash up!"

Song Xijun was obedient and obedient! Like a schoolboy who had finally been allowed, he turned around and went into the bathroom.

By the time he came out, the room had changed. Next to the couch stood a couple of chairs with backrests, apparently in case they had fallen off. The quilt on the original bed was placed on the sofa, and a thick blanket was placed on the bed.

"Who are you?" Song Xijun immediately understood, but he didn't want him to affect her sleep.

"You said listen to me!" Wen Qingshui's eyes widened, not majestic at all, but very cute. "But these pants fit you well!" she said, undisguised her smile.

Song Xijun scratched his hair, a little embarrassed, but he also felt a little funny!

"I'm going to wash up! You go to sleep obediently, don't walk around!"

"Got it!"

Of course Song Xijun is obedient. He knew why Wen Qingshui said this, because the bathroom door of her house was a frosted sliding door and had not been locked. Although he can't see anything, it can arouse people's imagination! After all, he is a man.

Lying on her bed, Song Xijun felt excited. Tang Bowen is right, Wen Qingshui is soft-hearted. Grind and grind, and sure enough, there is progress. It seems that this trick really works. Tang Bowen, a stinky boy, didn't know how many girls he had grinded, so he summed up this set of experiences.

Wait, could it be that Leng Yueming married her like this in the first place? Otherwise, how could he be worthy of Qing Shui!

Thinking of this, he was a little crazy with jealousy. Why didn't he know her earlier and let him get ahead of him?

Then he immediately alerted himself. If he always thinks about the two of them in the past, he doesn't believe it when he says he doesn't care about her divorce. Since he likes Qingshui, he should accept all of her past. Including this thing. He didn't want his thoughts to affect their relationship in the future.

Song Xijun touched the sheets, which were the washed and used sheets she had just changed. Even though the smell of laundry detergent was clear, he felt that he could smell it, or feel hers.

He closed his eyes, as if surrounded by a wave of warmth. The full stomach and the hot breath made him a little drowsy after being satisfied.

Wen Qingshui came out of the bathroom and saw Song Xijun like this. He looked like he was asleep!

She put the blanket on his stomach and didn't cover his whole body. Men are afraid of heat! At least Leng Yueming is!

Thinking of Leng Yueming again, she was a little lost. What's going on today? She was sure she had made up her mind to let go of the past. So what is the reason exactly?

And she never imagined that she would one day stay in this hut with another man. She is a man who speaks sober. Gao Yi was drunk that day, of course it shouldn't be counted.

Looking at the man's handsome face, she lost her mind for a moment. No matter how good he is, it's not his own thing. If only it could go smoothly tomorrow! Then isn't she almost over!

Forget it, don't think about it, she is mentally prepared, and the face of unsuccessful tomorrow is relatively large. After all, it is not so easy to find a person's buried entry point in the depths of the soul so easily. Forget it!

Wen Qingshui thought that if there was one more person in the house, it would be difficult for her to fall asleep, but she didn't expect that she would soon be drowsy!

Song Xijun closed his eyes and smiled. This little woman is still snoring? She looks so tired! It's just that she's sleeping too fast!

I touched the quilt on my stomach. He suddenly had an idea. She's been through it like this, and she knows how to feel sorry for people, and she's more cute, isn't she?

Song Xijun got off the ground, picked her up with her mattress, and put her on the bed!

She slept very deeply, and she didn't wake up after such a toss. She was also very tired! After days of tossing and turning, she was already physically and mentally exhausted. And every day is a little frightened, and I don't sleep well.

Being carried over and lying beside him, she just felt a little uncomfortable and arched under the covers.

Finally, she found his arms in a daze. She arched over and nestled under his arm like a kitten.

The other hand touched his chest dishonestly. She was still dishonest when she touched it, and she shook her hands around, as if looking for something, and finally found his little raisin, and then she quieted down.

Song Xijun was already stiff the moment she came over! he wanted her to get a good night's sleep. I didn't expect her to be so dishonest. When she touched his chest, her hand was like a tinder, instantly igniting him!

Oh my God! Song Xijun couldn't describe how he felt. It was as if something in his body was rapidly expanding, and he was swollen uncomfortably, but he felt uncomfortable and wonderful.

She arched again, and the whole body was attached to him.

It was terrible! He couldn't think at all, and it seemed that even his breath was out of his body.

He didn't know whose heart it was now, and it was pounding. It was as if they were jumping in his ears. The sound is clearly audible.

At this moment, there seemed to be a little hairy hair in his heart teasing him. He could barely control it. He really wanted to hold her tightly in his arms and rub her into the flesh. Even bit her hard.

But he could only lie stiffly, not daring to move. For fear of waking her up or making her feel uncomfortable, he left his body. He would rather endure the torment than let her leave him.

But he was even more afraid that she would wake up. If she felt that he shamelessly wanted to possess her inner activities, would she be so angry that she would slap him? But how could he stand it when she was so lovely, lying beside him, with her little hands still arching the fire?

The night was really long. He longed to kiss her but didn't dare to act on it, gnawing at his heart and soul. How to endure a long night.

But the night was so short, before I could lie down beside her enough, and before I had time to kiss her, it was about to dawn!

In order for her not to misunderstand him, in order to be with her for a long time. Despite his reluctance, he had to get up quietly.

She was already lying on the sofa, but her arms and hearts were still full of her. I'm afraid that without her in his arms in the future, his night will be even more difficult!

He could only get a little better by reminiscing about her breath, and finally he fell asleep before she woke up.