The shallow coffee finally landed steadily, and heard such a sentence coldly.

The shallow coffee squeaked in dissatisfaction.

But seeing that Qinghui didn't even lift his eyelids, he sat directly on the chair, looked sideways slightly, and looked at Sheng Moyuan standing next to him.

"You help me with the hairpin."

Sheng Moyuan pinched the cool hairpin in his hand, didn't say much, stepped forward directly, raised his hand, and tied Qinghui at will, but untied the hairband with a wanton dusty breath.

The bun lamp in his hand was set aside, and his hands were combing back and forth on Qinghui's black hair.

Bit by little, he straightened Qinghui's hair.

Then he lowered his head slightly, looked at Qinghui, and pursed the corners of his lips slightly.

"The guy just now."

Qinghui was pressed on his scalp like this, and he felt that his whole body was also relaxed.

I didn't sleep well in the first place, but I was annoyed by someone just now, and I was even more sleepy and drowsy at the moment.

Hearing this sentence at first glance, Qinghui looked up a little dazedly and glanced at Sheng Moyuan.

There was a little doubt in his eyes: What's wrong?

"He said it was your junior brother."

As if nominally, it's not wrong.

Qinghui blinked his big eyes, thought for a moment, and then nodded seriously.

"He also said, grow up with your childhood sweetheart."

Qinghui frowned, "Growing up together, does it mean to grow up together in the same courtyard?" ”

If so, yes.

As far as Zhou Zilin's mother was concerned, she didn't seem to be able to grow freely anywhere else.

"He also said, play against you......"

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Qinghui's big eyes are lazy.

When you hear this word, you don't want to think about it, you just open your mouth and come.

Immortals don't feel that there is anything wrong with them saying such things.

"Lao Tzu, I can't play the piano."

Not to mention against it.

It's okay to fight, but I don't know if the other party can make a few moves under the hands of Lord Spirit Sword.

Crisp and straightforward.

The little depression and jealousy in Sheng Moyuan's heart dissipated, but the panic that Zhou Zilin said before was particularly prominent at this time.

Sheng Moyuan gently pushed the hosta hairpin in his hand into Qinghui's jet-black hair.

Suddenly, from behind Qinghui, he reached out to hug Qinghui, and his body bent slightly.

The corners of her lips touched between Qinghui's hair.

"I don't want to get out of the marriage anymore, when I said that kind of thing, would you feel uncomfortable in your heart? If you're uncomfortable, can you just tell me? I'm up to you. ”

So, so ...... Let's stop talking about divorce and the like, okay?

Qinghui tilted his head slightly, opened his mouth, and did not speak.

His warm lips pressed back on.

The tip of the tongue depicts the shape of the clear lips.

And then it went inward, little by little.

His hands clenched tighter.

Qinghui let out a neat counterattack.

Reach out and pull him down.

The shallow coffee who was watching the play over there saw such a scene coldly, and was directly blocked without any defense, and then the coffee-colored hair ball fell straight down.

Wait for the two to separate.

The light coffee has regained the connection with this plane.

Somewhat indignant, he got up from the table.

The next moment, I felt Qinghui carrying himself and putting it back in his cloth pocket.

Sheng Moyuan watched Qinghui's movements, his eyes were dark, and the tip of his tongue licked the corners of his lips.

picked up the lantern next to him, and then reached out and gently held Qinghui's fingertips.