Sweetheart can see that Qinglang today is really reluctant to talk more.

It seems that he does have a lot of dissatisfaction with Meng Feng, except for him, Sweetheart has never seen Qing Lang have such violent fluctuations in love with other people.

The two ate dinner without saying a word, and the atmosphere was a little depressing compared to usual, but the sweetheart was quite adaptable, and Qinglang didn't talk much when she was tired or in a bad mood, so she didn't think too much.

After the meal, the sweetheart cleaned up the dishes and chopsticks, Qinglang went upstairs to take a shower first, and when the sweetheart was cleaned up, Qinglang just finished washing.

He wiped the water droplets from his hair with a towel, and his sweetheart sat at the table playing on the computer, and immediately looked up at him attentively: "Do you want me to help you press your shoulders?"

"Okay, come here. Situ Qinglang put the towel aside casually and lay on the bed.

Sweetheart wagged her tail and ran forward, straddled him, skilfully relaxing her muscles for him.

"What have you been doing today, why do you feel your muscles -- so tight?"

"I had a fight with Meng Feng. Situ Qinglang said vaguely.

"Huh?" Sweetheart's hand instantly softened, "Are you fighting again?"

"Nope. Situ Qinglang recalled the inexplicable exchange with Meng Feng in the morning, the more he thought about it, the more he felt that he really had enough fire in his heart, his current life was smooth and smooth, but as soon as Meng Feng came, he messed up everything.

"Okay, then I'll push harder-" Sweetheart struggled to pull Qinglang's shoulders to help him relax, and asked curiously by the way, "Well, you guys are so decent, why the hell ......"

"It's not what you think, it was he who offered to fight me, and I agreed. ”

What's the good fight...... Men are really aggressive in their bones, and she can't help but slander.

"I really don't want to see him again, Meng Feng will only look for trouble, forget it, don't talk about him at night, say that he is not enough to make a fire. Situ Qinglang said sullenly while lying on the pillow.

Sweetheart obediently answered and continued to do his job, Qinglang almost fell asleep under the pressure of Sweetheart's skillful hand, until Sweetheart stopped and he came back to his senses.

"Sleep?" asked Sweetheart as she washed off the massage oil on her hands.

"Well, don't do anything today, just go to bed early. The relaxation of his body somewhat soothed Situ Qinglang's mood, and he asked casually, "What have you done today?"

"I did something very secret but important, and you'll be sure to compliment me when you know it!" Sweetheart replied cheerfully.

"What other very important things can you do?" was teased by the sweetheart's tone, Situ Qinglang was in a better mood, and replied half-jokingly.

"Well...... I won't tell you yet, I'll tell you when I get my stuff. "Sweetheart also sold it cheaply.

"Still have something to get your hands on?" Situ Qinglang was stunned, and then quickly reacted, "It can't be a driver's license or something, right?"

"......" Sweetheart stared at him wide-eyed, and looked at him speechlessly--how can this person be like this, do you want to spy on someone else's ** at once!

Seeing Sweetheart's expression of eating flies, Situ Qinglang confirmed his thoughts, but he was quite surprised, he didn't expect Sweetheart to take advantage of the winter vacation to learn to drive.