When Sha Xu arrived home, he sent a message to Desert Desert, but the other party did not respond, so he did not send it.

Yu Yihan saw Sha Xu's like that, and called Desert Mo by himself.

The phone rang for a moment and was picked up.

"Momo, do you want me to pick you up?"

"She's asleep." A deep voice came from the other end of the phone.

Yu Yihan quickly heard who it was.

It was Wu Jianwei: "You guys? ”

I subconsciously asked, but I didn't know what to ask, so I paused halfway.

"Together, I'll tell her when she wakes up tomorrow."

"Oh." Yu Yihan nodded and hung up the phone.

"Is it indifference?" Sha Xu asked when he saw that she had opened up.

"It's Wu Jianwei, who fell asleep."

"Hmm." As if she had expected it, Sha Xu went into the bathroom to wash up.

Yu Yihan saw that he was really not worried at all, if she didn't know that their brother and sister had a good relationship before, she would think that he had a grudge against Mo Mo.

"Wife, bring my underwear in."

Yu Yihan: "......"

When she went in, how could she take a good bath, not at all.

Yu Yihan knew that he would not let her go like this.

"When would you like to have your wedding?"

Yu Yihan hadn't thought about it yet: "When we are free." ”

"Hmm." ——

Why did she fall asleep again?

Why are there men around?

Why wake up in a different room again?

The desert desert knocked on his head, why can he be so careless.

"Hey, get up." Desert Mo pushed the boy next to him.

Wu saw Wei condensing his eyebrows, wrapped his long arms, and took her directly into his arms.

Desert Mo originally sat up, and just like that, his body fell into his arms.

"Hey." Cheeks squeezed against his chest, crumpled.

She wondered how much muscle he had eaten, and why it was so hard.

It was a little uncomfortable, and Desert Mo wanted to push him away, but he couldn't push him away, and he couldn't struggle out.

Desert Mo had no choice but to bite it.

"Sss Wu saw that Wei was in pain, and he never expected her to be like this.

gasped and lowered his head: "Desert, you murdered your husband." ”

The desert snorted indifferently, not polite at all: "Who told you not to let go of me." ”

"I'm asking you to rest a little longer, and your kindness is not reciprocated."

"Huh." Desert Mo sat up, thinking that something was wrong, looking at himself and at him.

It's okay, it's okay, nothing happens.

Fortunately, the clothes are still there.

Seeing that she breathed a sigh of relief, Wu Jianwei knew what she was thinking.

"Are you sad that I didn't do anything to you last night?" Well? ”

The ghost is sad.

His Chinese must have been taught by his math teacher, and his comprehension skills were so poor.

"Which of your eyes sees that I'm sad, I'm very happy, okay." Desert Mo rolled his eyes at him, uncovered the quilt, and prepared to get out of bed.

was picked up by one of his hands: "Then now I'll make you even happier, okay?" ”

Okay, you big-headed ghost.

"No, it's not good."

"But I want to." He said, kissing her on the lips.

He was addicted to her.

Desert Mo didn't know why he couldn't refuse him all the time.

In the end, there was a trace of him at all.

Trace ......

Desert desert can't describe that emotion.

It's like being uncomfortable with joy.

There was a hint of irritation in the joy.

"Wu Jianwei, you are really excessive."

"That's just for you."

"I don't want you to be just me."

"I just want it."