"You think I only have one...... Only?! ”

As he spoke, Shen Sihuan went to take off the other one, but his feet were unstable and his body was crooked, so he hurriedly came to help.

As soon as Wen Yan bent down, the slippers in her hand were also a little shorter, her eyes were firmly fixed on the shoes, and she jumped up vigorously, "Don't give it back to me yet!" ”

"Ouch, it hurts." She covered her mouth, not knowing what she had just bumped into, soft and hard.

"Click", the slipper fell to the ground, and he froze in place......

……

Jing Ran greeted him, "Xiao Yan, Huan her...... Today, it seems that they have gone to Donglin Mountain......"

Wen Yan looked at Shen Sihuan, who was sleeping darkly in his arms, and nodded, "Well, it's okay, I'll take her to sleep in my room." Wang Ye and Han Shi are behind, please take care of it. ”

"Okay, are you okay? Do you want me to hug ......?"

He shook his head and refused, "I'm just a little hot, it's fine." ”

As he spoke, he hugged Shen Xihuan and walked to his room.

Jing Ran muttered quietly behind his back: "Is it really okay?" Why is your face red like that? ”

He carefully placed Shen Sihuan on the bed, covered the quilt, and then turned off all the lights, leaving only a dim bedside lamp.

He sat down on the sofa chair next to the bed, and seemed very tired between his eyebrows, so he leaned back slightly, leaning back in the chair, but his eyes were always locked on the person on the bed.

He remained motionless, and the occasional opening of his eyelids was the only proof that he was not a statue. It's as if he's been in this position for too long, so long that it's become a habit.

Just when he was also sleepy and tired, and gradually lost consciousness, the person on the bed suddenly murmured: "Ah Yue, am I ...... I've grown taller......"

He opened his eyes suddenly, paused for a moment, leaned over, touched the top of her head, and gave a soft "um".

She seemed contented, with a smile on her lips, and obediently sank into the depths of her sleep......

And he returned to the back of the chair, turned off the light, and closed his eyes......

***

Drunk for a while, rushed to the crematorium.

It's not a lie.

Shen Xihuan didn't take two steps with one foot deep and one shallow foot before he tripped over the air and fell to the ground, almost crushing Meow Meow into a golden retriever flatbread.

She sat on the carpet of the room with her hair over, holding her crumbling head with one hand, and Shi Shi handed over a bowl of hot soup for decanting. She didn't lift her eyelids, whether it was soup or urine, and she was bored.

"What time is it?"

"It's past eleven o'clock, and Young Master Han and Young Master Wang left in the morning. And the hospital side rest assured, Uncle Jing went over today and said that someone must have visited the intensive care unit. ”

"Hmm."

She got up of her own volition, drank some pumpkin porridge, and then plunged headlong into the bathroom. When she came out half an hour later, she was a good man in a bathrobe and a turban—she had stolen a teacher from Wang, and the turban was wrapped into two small buns.

Hey? Where did the thief come from in the morning?

The second floor of the cabinet was where she put her socks, and now the cabinet was opened, and the corner of the cabinet was slightly messy, and one sock was hanging and crumbling.

Taste Qingqi, actually steal socks.

She wondered for only three seconds, and the case was solved, because the sock thief with a strange taste slipped in in a grand manner, took three or four socks in front of her, and glanced at her without his face before going out.

Shen Sihuan stood behind its ass and watched, only to see it turn forward and right into Wen Yan's room.

Ahh Now, he actually eats inside and outside, stealing "socks" to offer Buddha!