Mr. Shan silently swept up the whole gossip.

Finally, it was determined where the six pillows that came from when Silence returned.

The corners of Mr. Shan's mouth curled, silent this guy, there is always no way to dislike it... Damn, did the master save Xia Yuhe in his last life, and he had such good luck in this life.

Thinking about it messily, it was rare for the mountain to be moved by this small detail.

Just as he was moved, Mr. Shan suddenly heard a slight footstep, silently and quickly dealt with the network intrusion case in Nandu, and returned to the house.

I thought that Mr. Shan had fallen asleep, but as soon as the silence came in, I saw Mr. Shan lying on the bed playing with his mobile phone in the bed.

"Sleep, there's training tomorrow." Silence frowned slightly and confiscated Mr. Shan's mobile phone.

Mr. Shan didn't rush over to grab the phone this time, but only looked at the silence quietly with a pair of dark eyes, as if there were a lot of things to say in his eyes.

Silence: "... Anything else? ”

Mr. Shan: "I can't sleep. ”

Silence: "I'll go find some plaster." Silent thought that the mountain could not sleep because he had used too much force before, leaving a slight sequelae.

Mr. Shan shook his head, pinched the pillow with his fingers, and said in a brisk tone: "Silence, let's give away those six pillows tomorrow." I heard that there are still fans of Xiao Ye here in the United States. ”

There was no silence, no rebuttal.

The pillow I worked so hard to get back was given away?

The mood of silence is quite complicated, thinking of a group of strange women and men holding a pillow printed with the head of the mountain, silence is sour.

Mr. Shan likes to see Silence suffer from a loss, and he is in an infinitely good mood, so he sprang up and pressed Silence back to the bed.

"Isn't it just a pillow, look at your stingy appearance."

“...”

Silent and silent, it looks like there are still some rare grievances, Mr. Shan rubbed his eyes, and his silent eyes returned to his face of ice cubes again, as if the slightest expression of grievance just now was Mr. Shan's illusion.

Mr. Shan patted his silent shoulder and said with a smile: "Domestic, Mr. Xiao's millions of fans, [WD Mr. Shan] have a lot of peripheral pillows, dolls, and posters, and I also heard that there are adult companies that are ready to cooperate with Tentacle Live to develop inflatable dolls based on Mr. Xiaoye, and you also eat this vinegar?" ”

Silence's face was cold, and the corners of his cold lips were pursed into an emotionless horizontal line.

Also, Mr. Shan has so many fans, unless he opens a super vinegar field, he can suppress the slight jealousy and possessiveness in his heart.

Shan always feels jealous of the silence, which is simply cute!

Cute, want to...

Brother Shan, who is not ruthless in society, does not talk much, and does what he wants...

Where is the silence to live, the pupils are instantly dyed black, and soon the anti-guest is the main thing, the night of the spring breeze is drunk, and the Los Angeles in the middle of the night is full of spring.

In the end, before Mr. Shan finally fell asleep, he said in a dumb voice: "In the future, you will go and get back any pillows, the master is here, and the master is your pillow." ”

This is a bit like a love story, very heart-wrenching.

"Hmm." The corners of the silent and cold lips arced slightly.

Even if there are 100,000,000 million rivals in love outside, Silence feels lucky, he is more fortunate than those millions.

Others are holding the pillow engraved with the head of the mountain, he is holding a real person, and he will hug for a lifetime.

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The next day, Chu Xiaoxi went to knock on the door of Ma Fei's room, it was already training time, and Ma Fei hadn't gotten up yet!

Unexpectedly, the door of the room was not closed at all.

There was a scream from the room.

"Damn, why are you in Lao Tzu's bed!!"