A house of less than 80 square meters is more than enough to accommodate two adults, but at the moment, such a large space on the dining table always makes her breathe unsmoothly, her right leg shakes unconsciously, and even the hand holding the chopsticks has shaken off three times.

Fang Chenchu bent down, picked up the chopsticks that had fallen at the bottom of the table, put them on the table, got together with those just now, and took a new chopstick and stuffed it into her hand.

"You don't really have chopsticks to use after dropping them once."

Song Song smiled weakly, holding the bowl and constantly pulling rice into his mouth.

The time for the implementation of the plan is getting closer and closer, Song Song is anxious, what if Fang Chen is unwilling to do so? After all, the fat man has a very strong concept of chastity.

Song Song thought of a picture, she was hungry and pressed Fang Chenchu down on the bed, wantonly tearing the "sheep 'hair'" on his body, but at the critical moment, the sheep resisted desperately, and she escaped from her tiger mouth everywhere, and the final result was that she was kicked away by the "sheep's hooves" and hid in the corner crying.

The more she thought about Song Song, the more she felt that things would develop like this, and she was so frightened that she was covered in a cold sweat, and she didn't dare to look directly into Fang Chenchu's eyes.

Why don't you put it aside for now, or is it better to think about it in the long run?

Song Song just stabilized his emotions, thinking that today is indeed not very suitable, and he can't be restless and want to eat the fat man hastily because he heard some rumors, so let's wait.

Well, that's it.

But Fang Chenchu didn't know what she thought.

Fang Chenchu was about to wash their dishes and chopsticks after eating, while looking back at her, "You go take a shower, and we will do our homework together in a while." ”

After Song Song put down the big stone in his heart, the whole person was much more relaxed, and when he heard that he had to do his homework, he didn't have any resistance, so he naturally got up and ran to the bathroom.

Fang Chenchu watched from behind, a little surprised, Song Song's cheerfulness today made him have nowhere to say the advice he had thought of.

But fortunately, probably in the school dormitory, he felt the competition in the learning atmosphere and grades, and Fang Chenchu had to give a thumbs up to his father who donated the building.

When he knew that it was Fang Changhao who donated the building, he also quarreled with him for a while, asking him not to interfere with his campus life, and now it seems that it is not without benefits.

Song Song put the clothes he took off on the shelf on the side, turned on the shower and put hot water, feeling the warmth flowing on his skin, and his tired body was really much more comfortable.

Song Song thought that when she made money, the first thing she would do was to buy a bathtub, which was a wish she had never had time to complete until she died in her previous life.

Think about it, after a tiring day, fill a basin of hot water, lie in it and relax, if you have enough funds, you can also buy a jacuzzi, if you are a little bourgeoisie, you can also sprinkle a petal, a bubble bath......

Song Song is immersed in his beautiful fantasy of the future, of course, the double bathtub is better......

Hey, hey, hey!

It took half an hour to take a bath, until the skin was flushed with pale pink and the ten fingers were slightly wrinkled, and Song Song turned off the shower without giving up.

It's over, it's over!

Song Song stared at the hanger with wide eyes, picked up his clothes over and over again, and didn't see the bath towel.

She suddenly remembered that the bath towel seemed to have been stuffed into the closet by something wrapped in her......

So what now? How could she go out without a bath towel, if Fang Chenchu let it go, he would definitely find out what it was.

Song Song anxiously rotated around the half-sized bathroom, his eyes unconsciously looking at the dirty clothes he had just changed.

Just when Song Song was hesitating with his dirty clothes, there was a sudden knock on the bathroom door.

Fang Chenchu remembered that Song Song didn't take a change of clothes in the shower just now, and he had a headache, how could this stupid girl remember her "sex" so badly every day, it was really not reassuring.

Looking around the bedroom, I didn't see anything suitable for wearing.

The mobile phone that had been lit aside attracted Fang Chenchu's attention.

Song Song's mobile phone password was still set by Fang Chenchu, so he easily unlocked the phone screen, and a text message immediately popped up on it, and the sender was Shen Kun.

It was an MMS message, Fang Chenchu didn't know how, so he clicked on the download, and the download was completed in less than two seconds, it was a photo.

A photo of Shen Kun's disheveled upper body looks full of seduction, but the thin body has a distinct muscular structure, and there is a layer of faint crystal water stains floating on the wheat "colored" skin, I don't know if it's sweat or what, in short, the "sexy" breath comes through the screen.

Fang Chenchu's five fingers holding the mobile phone burst out, a chill broke out in his eyes, and he barely took a few deep breaths before he could resist the idea of smashing the mobile phone.

But he still couldn't help but think, how many times did Shen Kun send such a message to Song Song? He flipped through the previous chat logs, but it showed that he had pulled his head, and there was only a photo that had just been transmitted, which was obviously cleared by the owner of the phone.

Fang Chenchu leaned his back against the wall, his heart was like a mess, why did Shen Kun send such a message to Song Song? What is the purpose? Has Song Song seen it? Will she like Shen Kun like this?

Fang Chenchu knew that he was actually quite boring, especially when he was "forced" Song Song to study all day long, he wouldn't say anything love or make any surprises, and even the relationship between the two of them was something he said he wanted to hide.

He couldn't help but think, what kind of person Shen Kun is, he must be different from him, will Song Song gradually get tired of him like this and have a good impression of Shen Kun?

Fang Chenchu shook his head and threw away all the 'messy' thoughts in his head, Song Song liked him without a doubt, studying was for the sake of the two of them having a better future, this photo should be a misunderstanding......

Fang Chenchu's eyes flashed with a different light, his finger pressed and held the photo, clicked to delete, stopped on the blacklist for a long time, and still didn't press it.

Pressing it meant that he was afraid of Shen Kun's dangerous nature, and Fang Chenchu felt that he didn't need to be afraid.

The phone was put back in its place.

Fang Chenchu opened the wardrobe, and a ball of clothes instantly poured over him, and several pieces that he didn't have time to catch fell to the ground and scattered.

Fang Chenchu frowned, picked them up one by one, and found that these things were all stuffed in by the casual group, so as soon as he opened the door, the things inside couldn't be put down.

Most of the clothes in the wardrobe are neatly folded together, only the one just now, and there is a ball of fabric wrapped together like a bun in the place, firmly pressing the clothes underneath.

Fang Chenchu folded the things in his hand and put them on the side of the wardrobe, stretched out to this "bun", and as soon as his hand twitched, he felt a different weight, as if there was something in it.

This is Song Songping's commonly used bath towel, Fang Chen's initial depression dissipated a little, and there was some funny "rubbing" and "rubbing" his eyebrows.

This person really doesn't know how to clean himself up, the bath towel and clothes are together, and he is not afraid of wrinkles on his body.

I picked up the bath towel, and before I could open it, two things fell out of it and smashed on the wooden floor, making a crisp sound.