After a cold wind poured into it, his little complaint seemed to be blurred with the drunkenness of Xin Drink, and his attitude after Xin Drink was vague and aggrieved, Yan Heyu couldn't help but think about it.

The next day, Xin Drink regained consciousness in the sunshine and fell into the quilt a little stunned.

"If you have enough rest, you can get into the state as soon as possible, and the path of anchors is not easy to walk." Got up and passed by Xin Yin, and as soon as he opened the bedroom door, Qi Xuan turned around and said a word of advice, smiling,

"If you have a headache, go and rest."

"Little brother, it's early~" Xin Yu deliberately snorted her voice, Qi Xuan couldn't stand her and opened her curtains.

Xin Yin leaned over and thanked Qi Xuan, but the other party turned his head in surprise: "Isn't it Wednesday?" You're not streaming anymore? Xin Yu shook her head: "I think of my hapless ex." At that time, everyone thought that it was a beautiful thing for them to fall in love with Yan Heyu, but during that time, Xin Shui was so confused.

Breaking up without love, you can create a pure relationship between superiors and subordinates, Xin Yin sat up and said to himself: "I think Yan Heyu probably misses me..."

Xin Yin was about to cry at the time, okay: Can you take a paper and wipe my nosebleed first? Turning the back of the chair, the brown eyes froze, and finally fell into the eyes of the spicy drink, and before he could speak, he was preempted by the spicy drink.

The moment he noticed the wind, Qi Xuan closed the thick diary with his pen and stuffed it into a drawer, he had always had the habit of writing a diary, and most of his mood was related to spicy drinks, which had always been an important matter for him to dare not speak.

"If you have enough rest, you can get into the state as soon as possible, and the path of anchors is not easy to walk." Got up and passed by Xin Yin, and as soon as he opened the bedroom door, Qi Xuan turned around and said a word of advice, smiling,

"If you have a headache, go and rest." After a cold wind poured into it, his little complaint seemed to be blurred with the drunkenness of Xin Drink, and his attitude after Xin Drink was vague and aggrieved, Yan Heyu couldn't help but think about it.

Qi Xuan led her to the table, and in addition to rice porridge, there were a few side dishes.

"Look at this sun, it doesn't look like the light of life after your hangover."

"Really?" The spicy drink is holding the mustard, and the mouth is slurred,

"That unlucky bastard made millet porridge the first time he cooked for me."

"Really?" The spicy drink is holding the mustard, and the mouth is slurred,

"That unlucky bastard made millet porridge the first time he cooked for me."

"Really?" The spicy drink is holding the mustard, and the mouth is slurred,

"That unlucky bastard made millet porridge the first time he cooked for me."

"Ahhh So boring! Xin Drink's hands and feet waved wildly, like willow branches swaying in the wind, and his whole face was wrinkled.

At that time, everyone thought that it was a beautiful thing for them to fall in love with Yan Heyu, but during that time, Xin Shui was confused.

After all, Qi Xuan still pressed her to the chair. Turning the back of the chair, the brown eyes froze, and finally fell into the eyes of the spicy drink, and before he could speak, he was preempted by the spicy drink.

The next day, Xin Drink regained consciousness in the sunshine and fell into the quilt a little stunned. Qi Xuan couldn't hold back his laughter, and gave him a white look.

Covering his head with a pillow, after a moment of silence, he breathed in the fresh air, his smart eyes turned left and right, and his thin lips opened slightly.

"Forget it, let's go see what Qi Xuan's little brother is doing."

"Sao or second drink, you see what you can eat when you drink like this." Qi Xuan raised his eyebrows: "You never told me." When Xin Shui came back to his senses, he had been nesting in his room for a long time.

After all, Qi Xuan still pressed her to the chair. Xin Yin leaned over and thanked Qi Xuan, but the other party turned his head in surprise: "Isn't it Wednesday?" You're not streaming anymore? Xin Yu shrugged his shoulders and said to Qi Xuan: "I am about to be moved to cry when you cook so many delicious meals yourself, so I must not live up to your heart." As soon as he sat down, he picked up his rice bowl and devoured it, as if Qi Xuan had seen a pig.

Xin Yu pointed at Qi Xuan with a pleasant expression. On the other hand, Qi Xuan didn't know why the spicy drink was like this, but it must have something to do with the person who sent her.

Qi Xuan led her to the table, and in addition to rice porridge, there were a few side dishes. Yan Heyu was lying on the bed with a miserable face, carrying the bruises on his back that had been whipped by his father, while saying sorry to Xin Yu, who was bleeding from his nose.