In the early morning of autumn, there is already a coolness.

Sika, who was under the covers, curled up, opened her eyes in a daze, and began to be in a daze.

Depressed people are like that, they don't want to do anything.

But because you are well rested, your brain will move non-stop.

So she began to wonder again why she was so stupid to ask her favorite person to be involved in a dangerous incident, and now everyone is silent, and life and death are uncertain.

She lifted the covers and stood up, the cold air making her shiver.

Although she doesn't want to do anything, she can't let herself think wildly, otherwise the guilt will gnaw at her heart, and the pain makes people don't want to face it, so she has to move no matter what.

She took out long jeans, a white long-sleeved T-shirt, a plain white knitted sweater and a set of white lace underwear from the closet, put them on the side of the bed, changed them for herself, and then tied up her long black hair at the end of the black end, and then went into the bathroom to wash.

The face in the mirror looks very haggard.

Although there are no dark circles under the eyes, there are no acne, but they are inexplicably gray and not a little angry, especially those peach blossom eyes, which used to be always around, but now they have become a little sluggish.

That's probably why she's always in a daze throughout the day.

Sika took a deep breath, exhaled slowly, and began to brush her teeth and wash her face.

She emptied her head and tried not to think about anything.

It's hard, especially when she sees the clear blue mug and blue toothbrush on the sink.

This was the day Luoyang moved in, when the two went to buy something, she personally picked it for Luoyang.

Not only water glasses and toothbrushes, but also blue and white striped slippers on the floor, small dinosaur towels on the wall, metallic electric shavers next to the mirror...

Luoyang's fashion taste is a disaster, she has to help him pick everything like an old mother.

Luoyang was still angrily trying to protest at the time, pulling innocent passers-by to make them judge which of the two picked out something better.

As a result, Luoyang did not win once.

"Haha..."

Sika couldn't help but laugh, but the hot tears also burst out of the embankment and poured down.

Good memories are sometimes a drunken wine, sometimes a heartbreaking poison.

Sika choked and wiped away her tears, washed her face again, gritted her teeth and walked out of the bathroom.

Anyone who has ever cooked knows how much trouble cooking is, and only the great housewives can slap it out in the kitchen, and the average person is only in a hurry.

Sika has never been good at cooking, and her hands don't seem to be the hands of housework, these things were originally done by Luoyang, but now it is just right, and the state of being in a hurry can make her stop thinking.

So she walked out of the bedroom.

In the living room, there is a faint smell of tomatoes and eggs, and the brand-new TV is like a mirror, reflecting Sika's figure.

Sika stared at the TV and was stunned again.

A few days ago, when the police chief announced his resignation in front of the media because he had not been able to catch the kidnappers, Sika angrily smashed the TV and piled up the wreckage in the corner.

But now, the TV is intact.

Moreover, she didn't make tomato eggs last night.

Sika began to tremble again.

This time it's not because it's cold, it's because it's exciting.

She quickened her pace and walked to the edge of the couch.

Luoyang lay straight on the sofa and fell asleep, wearing cow-print pajamas and holding a thin sheet in his arms.

Sika got into the sheet and hugged Luoyang tightly.

"Wow ————"

The sudden howling and crying frightened Luoyang and almost urinated.

He looked down at Sika, who was crying like a child in his arms, hugged her funny, patted her on the back and asked, "Are you worried about me?"

Sika's little face was crumpled with tears, tears and snot flowed together, and she retorted loudly: "I didn't miss you T_T!

This is a rare ugly moment for Sika, and Luoyang laughed until his stomach hurt.

Laughter and crying intertwined in the air, and outside the window, the sunlight poured in like water, illuminating the entire living room, and the coolness of autumn was also dyed with wisps of warmth.

It's hard to say what that feels like.

You watch your favorite person cry in front of you, smile with joy, or get angry.

These scenes are not enough to make you ecstatic, but it is as if there is something very warm in your heart that is about to overflow, which is really uncomfortable.

Luoyang sat down at the table with Sika in his arms, put her on his lap, wrapped his hands around her waist from behind, his chin against her shoulder, and her head against her head, his ears rubbed his sideburns, in short, as close as he could.

He felt that only in this way could the warmth overflowing from his heart flow smoothly into Sika's heart.

Sika was held by Luoyang like this and ate the tomato and egg soup boiled noodles, and while eating, she also twitched, her eyes were red, and she was full of little crying bags, while eating, she had to count Luoyang with righteous indignation, even if Luoyang told her about what happened when she was imprisoned, she didn't stop talking.

"I can't do it, or I'd have cleaned him up a long time ago. ”

"You bastard!"

"Now the illusion is blocking you from seeing, in fact, my face suddenly became better, and I was still being targeted, but it was not easy for me to keep my virginity. ”

"You're perverted!"

"I got everyone back. ”

"Big fool!"

Luoyang held Sika's face with both hands, gritted his teeth and rubbed it around, and he couldn't chew the noodles that rubbed into her mouth, so he could only scream "woo-uh-huh".

The sun is getting brighter.

———— the dividing line between Zheng Xiuyan's duplicity————

"Celebrate the official completion of Han Yu!!"

"Oh~~"

On the wine table, the atmosphere was staggered, and the atmosphere was hot.

With a decent smile, Han Yan chatted with his colleagues in the crew, and then said goodbye one by one.

This party is not only her finale banquet, but also the crew dinner at the end of the official filming of the drama "Desperate Housewives", so dozens of people in the crew are here, and several tables are set up, and the scene is very lively.

The director and several leading actors drank a little too much, after all, they had worked together for so long and had already gotten along with each other, but this time they broke up, each took a ride to the airport with their agent or assistant, and left by plane, and then they didn't know if they would have a chance to meet again.

Only Han Jian was a little restrained, he chatted as much as he could, tried not to drink, and was afraid that others would be upset, so he pretended to be drunk, spoke vaguely, his eyes were in a trance, and everyone else was drunk, so he couldn't see anything.

The meal was really eaten for a long time, and by the time the banquet dispersed, it was already nearly two o'clock in the afternoon.

Even if he drank less, Han Yan was already slightly drunk, and his face became white and red, but fortunately, he would not walk crookedly.

As soon as he left the banquet, the confusion in Han Yan's eyes disappeared, and his footsteps immediately became hurried, and he walked out with a clear goal, even if he was wearing a dignified white dress, he had to take big strides, his skirt fluttering, and his smooth calves were exposed from time to time.

"Hey, Brother Lei, the finale banquet is over... Well... I haven't drunk that much, and I'm going to have something to do here, so I'm not going back with you... Oops, I know the ticket has been bought, don't you just refund the ticket, you don't have to worry, I'm just staying here for a while, I'll go back, you can help me put the luggage back in the hotel, thank you, Brother Lei!"

Hanging up the phone, Han Yan clenched her little fists, became excited, her flushed face became even redder, she gasped, revealing her cute little pink tongue, her chest rose and fell, she strode to a side room, and after quickly glancing at the number on the door, she pushed the door and walked in.

On the large wooden table in the room, there were already cups and plates, and there were only vegetable juices left on seven or eight plates, and it was impossible to tell what the original dish was.

A slender man was sitting on the edge of the dining table napping, the table in front of him was full of bones, and the rice bowl was empty.

This man, of course, is Luoyang.

Han Yan's eyes were hazy with tears, he bit his coquettish red lips lightly, walked in front of Luoyang in small steps, and then reached out and hugged his head tightly into his arms.

Luoyang, who was asleep, suddenly felt that he was surrounded by two soft things, and then there was a burst of suffocation, and he opened his eyes in a daze, only to see that it was pitch black in front of him.

He moved his head with difficulty, giving his nose a little space, and then he could breathe, and bursts of sweet frankincense were sucked into his nose.

Then he immediately understood what the two soft things on his face were.

"Hey, hey... Sister Zhu'er... As soon as we met, it was... So the eighteen bans, is it really good? People are not mentally prepared at all..."

Luoyang blushed and spoke, but felt drops of warm water dripping on the top of his head.

She's crying.

Luoyang's heart softened suddenly, and he reached out and hugged her, comforting: "Don't cry, don't cry..."

Han Yan didn't speak, just sobbed silently, and big tears crossed her aggrieved and trembling lips and dripped on Luoyang's head.

Tears have always been the great killer of the Great Demon King of Han Yu.

You can never be sure how many of her tears are true and how many are calculated against you.

Even with a keen sixth sense, Luoyang has never been able to understand this woman's mind.

He often thinks that he is a toy in her clutches, and if he is not careful, he will be played to death by her.

What's even more terrifying is that when this big demon king ran all the way to Los Angeles and smashed open the door of his house with her beloved suitcase, he knew that he would never be able to escape the clutches of this big demon king in his life.

However, he fell willingly.

He only hoped that the Great Demon King would never let him go, and that would be fine.

Luo Yang couldn't help but close his eyes and muttered to himself, "Miss Demon King, why do I like you so much?"

Han Qiao choked up and said, "What... What a demon... Demon King, it's ugly... It's terrible!

Her aggrieved voice was the same as that of a little girl who had been bullied, with a cute baby sound.

Luoyang involuntarily showed a father-like smile on his face, and coaxed her to say, "Okay, I'll call you whatever you want me to call you, okay?"

"I... I want you... Call me... Whoa..."Han Jian tried to speak, but he couldn't stop crying halfway through speaking.

It was the first time for Luoyang to see her so cute, and he was distressed and funny and coaxed her: "Don't cry, don't cry, say slowly, say slowly, we have time, don't be in a hurry." ”

"I want you... Do you want you to call me... Whoa, whoa, aaaa......a

Today's big demon king is hopelessly cute.