A little annoyed, he didn't know if his plan succeeded, his heart was crossed, hugged her thin waist, let her sit on the edge of the bed, so forced to let each other completely break into each other's careers, Qiqi didn't look up at him and still ignored him, and the descending arm could only be raised to continue to hold the hair dryer.

"Qiqi."

"Huh?" Qiqi lowered his chin and was successfully attracted to him.

He sat there with a gentle smile on his face, and he felt like a pot of boiling water, steaming hot above his head.

"Thank you." Gentle thanks, his forehead hit hers, his slender hands held her cheeks, the hot temperature passed from her cheeks to his palms, countless currents flowed around the two of them, and both of them seemed to hear each other's heartbeats, plopping.

This strange feeling made Qiqi hang his head like an ostrich, and the hair dryer exhaled warm air to a fixed place.

"Fool." In a doting tone, he followed her arm, held her palm, and turned off the whirring hair dryer.

hugged her, such a horn insect feeling was real and strong, and he felt that it would be good if it was real.

There are still many things to say, there are still many emotions to be sure, and the lips that want to take action are just about to open, and between the lightning and fire, a sharp hand knife falls on the side of his neck.

Consciousness was disconnected, his eyes were dark, the arms he hugged slipped to the sides, and his hairy head fell directly on Qiqi's shoulder.

"I'm annoyed." Qiqi roared in a low voice, the feeling that seemed to be put into a hot spring, hot and stuffy, almost suffocated her, and she could only stop the culprit in a hurry.

As soon as he stopped, Qiqi's mood immediately stabilized, supported him until he dried his hair, helped him lie down, covered him with a small blanket, tightened the curtains, and cleaned up the traces she left behind.

The clothes changed in the bathroom were cleaned by Qiqi's spiritual fire, completely creating a gap between dreams and reality. After doing this, she felt that it was not necessary to use the Hitomi technique to erase his memory, and it was not a bad thing to let him experience an adventurous dream, after all, she knew so awe, she believed that he would be more in awe of all things in the future and cherish his life even more.

The next day, Qi Jiangao walked into his son's room to wash, and found that the door of his son's bedroom was closed, and the surroundings were lonely and empty, and there was no trace of the master getting up.

In a year, his son was lying in bed like this, and there were only a handful of cases where he got up later than him, maybe he was a little tired from playing with his friends for too long last night, Qi Jiangao didn't want to disturb him, he went into the bathroom to wash, and suddenly thought that his son had a class in the morning, so he had to bite the toothbrush and knock on his son's door.

Qi Shunhua was woken up by his father's knock on the door, rubbed his eyelids, yawned, and said listlessly: "Dad, I'll get up now." ”

Hearing his son's reply, Qi Jiangao brushed his toothbrush and caught the bubbles that were about to overflow, "Move quickly, be careful that you can't catch the first class." After telling him, he rushed into the bathroom and quickly washed up to make room for his son.

Although the spirit is not good, but the body habitually wakes up, lifts the blanket, looks at his body without home clothes, surprised for a second, last night's dream is replayed in his mind like a movie, he opened the curtains, the warm sun shines and can't open his eyes,