"Don't listen to Dieyi's nonsense."

"She's all nonsense."

Someone has a handsome face and is cold and gloomy, as if the sky is overcast, which makes people a little breathless.

Far away.

Mo Dieyi, who was still in the hospital, suddenly sneezed loudly and had an itchy nose.

"Of course I don't listen to her nonsense, but seriously, what kind of girl do you like?"

Ye Lige really didn't know him.

This man is silent, in his last life, even if she and he have been married for nearly five years, they have never sat together and chatted like this, and they have not even given each other a good look.

“……”

Silence again.

"Well, if it's me, suddenly someone comes and asks me what kind of boy I like, and I can't answer."

The night left the song and gave him a round.

"You like Gubeitang."

Mo Bingyan suddenly answered, the driver in front of him was about to vomit blood, what is this trying to do, sir?

"I thought so before."

Ye Lige leaned over to Mo Bingyan's side, and suddenly pointed to his shoulder: "Can you borrow me as a pillow?" ”

"Hmm."

Before the man's words fell, he tilted his head away from the song, leaned on his shoulder, rubbed it, and changed to a comfortable posture: "I'm so tired today." ”

"Don't tire yourself out."

The woman's hair gently swept across Mo Bingyan's chin, the fragrance of her hair lingered between her noses, the corners of Mo Bingyan's lips unconsciously raised shallowly, and her voice became soft.

"It's okay, when you lose weight."

Ye Lige closed his eyes, and his voice was faint: "Eh, do you have a special favorite person, and then suddenly I don't like it suddenly, and even you can't tell why." ”

"Nope."

Mo Bingyan's magnetic voice echoed in the woman's ears in a low voice.

"Are you saying you don't have someone you like, or are you saying you don't have someone you don't like all of a sudden?"

Ye Lige turned his head to look at him, they were very close, and they could feel each other's breaths blending, and their noses were full of each other's smells, and they suddenly found that they didn't hate this feeling.

Ye Lige likes the faint hormonal smell on his body, which is different from the perfume smell of Gubeitang, it is very light, and it can only be felt when you calm down.

"Are you talking to me?"

Mo Bingyan withdrew his gaze and turned his head to look out the window, he was forcibly covering up.

"Oh, well, you've seen through it."

Yeli Ge leaned on his shoulder and closed his eyes: "Call me when it's time." ”

"Hmm."

The man's voice was soft and soft, and it couldn't be said to be good.

"I've found that you don't just smile nicely, you have a nice voice, and you must sing well."

The woman muttered and fell asleep.

The car was driving steadily, circling the city again and again.

When I woke up from the song, I found that it was already dark and the street lights outside the car window were already on.

"Wow, what time is it?"

Ye Lige felt like he had slept for centuries, and it stands to reason that he shouldn't be like this.

She's a cultivator!

Although it has just started, it is much more vigilant than ordinary people, and just now it actually fell asleep and died, and even forgot the time.

"Wow, it's nine o'clock."

Ye Lige looked at Mo Bingyan in shock: "Why didn't you call me?" ”

She remembered that they hadn't eaten dinner.

"You're tired."

That's all there is to men.

"I'm tired, so aren't you hungry? It's nine o'clock, and I ate double skin milk before going to bed, you? ”

She felt so guilty.

Obviously, he came back to take care of him, but now he is taking care of him in turn.

"No problem!"

Mo Bingyan didn't care.

"Anyway, you'll have to wake me up later, it's nine o'clock, and I haven't eaten dinner."

The night song is to feel sorry for him.