Wen Yan has long hands and long legs, lying on the pink princess bed, the sense of disobedience is enough.

They lay still, motionless, as if they had entered a world where there was only each other.

Shen Sihuan said softly: "I think it's too soft, but the bed at home is comfortable." ”

Wen Yan seconded: "Well, I think so too. ”

Then, there was an eerie silence again.

Suddenly, Wen Yan's right hand moved and touched her left hand. At first the fingers, then the back of the hand, little by little, until the two hands are held together.

It wasn't the first time they'd held hands, but it seemed to be due to circumstances, and she was a little nervous.

But he didn't stop there, his fingers spread and slid between her fingers, and when they clenched again, they clasped together.

At this moment, she was slamming a deer in her chest, not knowing how to react.

He said, "I think the girl is fine, what about you?" ”

There was no beginning or end to a sentence, but for some reason, she just understood it instantly.

How did she answer that?!

In fact, she also prefers her daughter, but she always feels that speaking out is not just an answer, but a promise.

She was silent for a long time, and before she knew it, only two minutes had passed, but it seemed that the tide had risen and fallen, and the flowers had bloomed and fallen.

He let go of her hand and sat up, not without loss between his eyebrows, but he smiled: "Why are you so nervous?" I'm just asking. ”

He got out of bed and said to her through the gauze tent: "Let's go, this bed is not very comfortable for the neck and cervical spine after lying for a long time." ”

Her left hand fell for a while, and she got out of bed silently.

A few minutes later.

They walked into the elevator, and along the way, Wen Yan looked as usual, but he didn't speak again until now.

At this time, a large group of people rushed into the elevator, including children, the elderly, and two middle-aged couples, and the whole elevator suddenly became a little crowded. They retreated to the innermost part of the elevator.

Wen Yan has a habit of cleanliness, and at this time, he would definitely choose to get out of the elevator and wait for the next trip. But at this moment, he was standing against the elevator wall, and there was no special reaction.

The elevator doors closed, and two middle-aged women were chatting.

"So, after Brother Zhang confessed, you agreed?"

"How can I be, I hesitated, didn't answer anything, and walked back to the factory with him."

"Huh? Brother Zhang didn't say that, he said that you promised him that day. Isn't it, Brother Zhang? ”

"That's because I saw his bitter expression, and I was a little excited, so I thought I would try it. So, when I walked off the bridge, I secretly took his hand. ”

Everyone laughed, and the middle-aged man on the side pouted and said, "Holding hands is just trying, I thought you decided to kill me!" ”

"Whoever follows you is decided, you were an unenlightened wooden fish head at that time! I mean: give it a try and cheer you on! ”

They were giggling in front of them, reminiscing about their youth, and the Wen couple were silent as air.

Suddenly, Wen Yan's eyes moved, and shock and disbelief flashed across his face. After a few violent ups and downs in his chest, he finally regained his composure.

He remained unsquinting, standing in a straight position, but his right arm moved almost imperceptibly.

With a "ding", the elevator door opened, and the people in front of them poured out in a blink of an eye. The two couples walked into the elevator and looked at the two of them with inexplicable expressions.

I saw that their expressions were serious, and they stood firmly, as if they were punished. And their hands were clasped tightly......

Shen Sihuan: Then ...... Try it!

Wen Yan: Well, so, am I also a wooden fish head?

But it doesn't matter, he just knows that it's hard to let him go......