Even if the countless hopes become disappointments again, he will never miss it!

There is also a little news, Li Yan moved the piano in the garden.

The reputation of the vase of the eldest lady of the Li family is outside, so naturally she can't play the piano, but his little liar can......

What is uncertain at the moment is whether she will really know or if she will come up with freshness and pretend to cross a few keys, and if so, what song did she play that day?

……

Li Yan spent two hours taking care of himself and couldn't help but sigh when he changed into a lace chiffon nightdress.

For the sake of maintaining the character, I've always been tied up here, and I miss her little yellow duck pajamas......

Li Yan was not in a hurry to sleep at night, but nestled in the sofa with Dajin to watch comedy.

After an hour and a half of comedy, a cool little face laughed heartily, and a pear blossom who sniffed and cried brought rain to me.

Daikin looked at him with a black line on his face, "No, why are you crying when you watch a comedy?" Li Yan once again refreshed his cognition.

If she hadn't cried so badly, he would have had more fun watching the drama, instead of being distracted all the time, wondering if Li Yan missed her world or something.

One laughs, the other cries, the atmosphere is weird and embarrassing!

Li Yantong had red rabbit eyes, raised his eyebrows and said: "What does the little kid know, the highest level of comedy is tragedy~"

Dajin wrinkled his face and didn't hold back a word for a while.

"Okay, it's almost, it's time to find someone to sleep with your husband~" Li Yan held a pillow in his arms and said in a delicate and coquettish voice.

Her eyebrows and eyes are delicate and smiling, and the peach blossom eyes after crying are dyed with natural peach fat, and there is an innocent charm between the circulation.

Dajin shook goosebumps, looked at her puffing out her face, muttered and cursed, "stinky and shameless ......" broke up, but her husband and husband were addicted.

Li Yan, whose face was thicker than the Great Wall, shrugged his shoulders, didn't care at all, and happily ran towards the bedroom where He Zun was.

Daikin: "......" bad guy, how many faces does he have?

……

When she arrived at the door of He Zun's room, Li Yan paused, she first hesitated left and right, and then knocked on the door as if she had made up her mind.

Now in the middle of the night, according to people's normal work and rest time, Li Yan's behavior of disturbing the people at this time is really underbeaten.

But He Zun's schedule is not normal......

After Li Yan knocked a few times, he unscrewed the doorknob, and when he pushed in a small arc, he said timidly: "I, I'm coming in......?" ”

When she entered, Feng Yanran was borrowing drugs and physical therapy hypnosis techniques to help He Zun fall asleep smoothly.

He Zun hasn't closed his eyes for several days, he is not a god, and the mortal body will naturally be tired, but he can't sleep normally.

He has severe insomnia.

This symptom has been there since five years ago, and it has become more and more serious over time, even to the point of being out of control, and He Zun often can't sleep for three or five days.

It is also thanks to his strong body and unusual mental strength, and he has not died suddenly after five years of insomnia.

The large and spacious bedroom is still the ascetic and cold style of gray, black and gold, and the rigorous and low-luxury route.

There was a soft orange-gold light in the room.

The lamp doesn't illuminate the whole bedroom, the light is a little gray, and it is very sleepy.