Really, she prefers this kind of narrow-mindedness that spends three or four hours just for him to smile than those days when she has nowhere to put it when she is full of warmth and has to settle down with what she encounters.

There is no controversy about sleeping. Song Yanheng brushed the bowl and went to the study to deal with the work that was not completed today. At the beginning of the Song Dynasty, he watched TV in the living room, and the two did not disturb each other. Song Chu looked at the magnificent clock in the living room from eight o'clock to nine o'clock and then to ten o'clock, and was unhappy. In the past three hours, Song Yanheng pointed out that he had come once, and he had received water to drink. Passing by the TV, ignoring her.

Song Chu said that she was very unhappy. She was lying here so alone, and she actually fell to the point of being ignored. Song Chuchu watched Song Yanheng, who was still serious and indifferent when he was in a working state, walk in front of her, returned to the study, and threw the remote control on the sofa in anger.

He doesn't meow with such insults.

Song Chu, who had been hit hard, lay down on the sofa sullenly and fell asleep. When Song Yanheng came out, Song Chuchu hugged a pillow and buried his face in the sofa and slept deeply. Song Yanheng turned off the TV, walked to the sofa, picked up Song Chuchu and walked to the bedroom with a gentle movement.

Song Yanheng deliberately ignored the beginning of the Song Dynasty, the little girl moved in with her luggage, and the second bedroom was packed, and her attitude was already obvious. Song Chu was thin-skinned, and she was embarrassed to tease her with this kind of thing. Song Yanheng simply found a reason to avoid embarrassment. I just wanted to see what the little girl was doing. As a result, I almost laughed at her star.

Song Yanheng carried Song Chuchu to his bed. Although the second bedroom can also live in people, it does not use air and humidity for a long time, and it is far less than the master bedroom.

Song Chuchu, who slept soundly, found a comfortable position to continue to sleep peacefully, and ignored Song Yanheng with a relaxed and casual attitude.

Song Chu was wearing a long sweater, and it was not comfortable to sleep in it. Song Yanheng returned to the second bedroom to find the white cotton pajamas she often wore and prepared to change them for her.

The light was soft, and Song Chu slept peacefully. Song Yanheng was afraid of waking her up, so she could only pull the sweater up little by little, and it took three or four minutes to finally take off the sweater. The young master Song, who had never served others to change clothes, almost picked his son and left, and looked at the unconscious Song Chuchu, he was deeply worried. The little girl slept so deeply, who bought it for her, I don't know.

Without thinking about anything else, Song Yanheng put on pajamas for Song Chu. When the thin cotton clothes passed by the white and full place, Song Yanheng's shallow breathing changed significantly.

The place that the clothes did not cover was the slender and soft waist of the early Song Dynasty. Further down are the long, slender and straight legs. On the white quilt, like a pure temptation.

"Why did you just fall asleep?" Song Yanheng sighed and pulled down his pajamas for Song Chuchu, covering a large area of her skin.

Maybe Song Yanheng's movements were a little big, Song Chu's eyelashes trembled, and he opened a pair of sleepy eyes.

In order to change her clothes conveniently, Song Yanheng hugged Song Chuchu. As soon as Song Chu opened his eyes, he saw Song Yanheng vaguely. He turned against the light, and the deep brow bones cast a dappled shadow on his face, which looked deep and soft.

Song Chuchu whispered in general, and shouted softly and softly: "Song Yanheng." Then he closed his eyes and fell into a deep sleep.

Song Yanheng hugged Song Chuchu and was silent for a while before gently putting her back on the bed. At the beginning of the sleeping Song Dynasty, there was a smile on the corner of his mouth, light and elegant like a camellia. Song Yanheng lowered his head and put a shallow kiss on Song Chu's forehead, and said in a low voice: "Good night." ”

When the bright sunshine was sprinkled layer by layer, Song Chu woke up. The sun was shining on her eyelids, a little blinding. Song Chu held his hand to block the sunlight and slowly opened his eyes.

When he saw the furnishings in the room, Song Chumeng was blind. The decoration layout of this room is clearly Song Yanheng's bedroom.

Song Chuchu clearly remembered that she fell asleep on the sofa in the living room last night. Pinching her fingers, the little girl guessed that it was Song Yanheng who hugged her, and couldn't help but snort coldly: "You have a conscience." ”

is still dissatisfied with Song Yanheng's snubbing of her last night.

Song Chu lifted the quilt and got out of bed, her hair was messy and sloppy, she followed it with her hands and went to wash her face and brush her teeth. When I saw myself in the mirror, dressed in white cotton, I felt that something was wrong.

When she was halfway through brushing her teeth, Miss Song was fixed there. She said how strange she thought, her clothes had changed!

Song Chu hurriedly rinsed his mouth, ran to the bedroom and lifted the quilt, the white sheets, except for some messy wrinkles, there was nothing. At the beginning of Song Chu, he pulled his neckline and looked inside, underwear or something, he was still wearing what he should have worn.

But I'm still very shy. Song Chu covered his face and stomped his feet.

It was the change of season, and Zhou Xiyu wanted to fill the wardrobe, so he called to ask Song Chu to go shopping. When they were tired of shopping, the two ordered ice cream in the dessert section of the mall and rested while eating.

Zhou Xiyu picked up the chocolate chips in the cup and destroyed a cup of ice cream, then he sighed and said melancholy: "Tell me, why are you with Song Yanheng." ”

"I don't know, and it's incredible to think about it." Song Chuchu also let out a long sigh, but the joy in his heart between his eyebrows could not be hidden.

"Ugh." Zhou Xiyu was so melancholy that he didn't even have the mood to eat. The ice cream on the table, which had been beaten back into its original form, was brutally pushed away by her. Zhou Xiyu also bowed his head to fate, and the housekeeper worried about other things.

"When are you going to have dinner? It's your birthday in a few days, are you planning to have a party together? ”

"I don't know yet, I'll see when the time comes."

In previous years' birthdays, Song Chu's early years were also planned early. But she has never done a big deal, at best, she invited a few friends, watched a movie and had a meal, otherwise she didn't say anything, and walked around for a day with a bag on her back.

However, there are a lot of things this year, Tang Yici, illness, Song Yanheng, these things came one after another, and Song didn't have time to plan at the beginning of the year.

However, on the first day after leaving singleness, Miss Song had already made up her mind to pay attention to it. Zhou Xiyu's idea was affirmed by Miss Song after it was in Song Chu's mind. Miss Song thought that she only needed to go back and talk to Song Yanheng at night. Song Yanheng will definitely agree.

At the beginning of the Song Dynasty, he finished eating a cup of ice cream with high morale: "Let's go, go buy clothes." ”

In the evening, at the beginning of the Song Dynasty, he made four dishes and one soup, which contained Zhu bamboo shoot soup, which Song Yanheng liked. Song Chu put a bowl of soup in front of Song Yanheng and put it down, watching him eat quietly and sweetly.