Night Star Yao slapped his head on the door, his angry wine this day...... Why don't you just drink it to death?!

At this moment, there was a 'ding ......', and the door was brushed open.

Night Star Yao hurriedly raised the corpse and pretended to be dead.

Gu Yichen carried a few exquisite handbags into the bedroom, glanced at Ye Xingyao who was pretending to be dead out of the corner of his eye, the corners of his mouth curved an arc, and said, "Give you ten minutes to brush your teeth and wash your face, otherwise, you won't have to eat breakfast and have no clothes to wear." ”

Hearing this, Night Star Yao jumped up from the bed as if he was deceiving his corpse, and with his hair like a bird's nest, he slipped into the bathroom with a puff of smoke.

After taking a quick shower, when he came out, Gu Yichen was making breakfast on the dining table, not a buffet in the hotel, but a xiaolongbao fried bun that he bought from outside, as well as millet porridge and fresh soy milk.

Night Star Yao wrapped a layer of white towel on his head, a silk sundress, and a layer of white bath towel, hiding in the bedroom, pulling the door with both hands, only revealing a small head, and looking at the living room with a thief.

"Come out to dinner, I'll take you to school in a minute."

"Still going to school? It's almost ten o'clock, and I can have lunch at school. Night Star muttered dissatisfiedly.

"Truant from school and addicted?" Gu Yichen glanced at her seriously, raised his legs and walked to the bedroom, dragged her out with one hand, threw her on the sofa, and then took out a hair dryer from the bathroom drawer and took off the white towel that she had around her head.

"Dressed in white, dressed in linen and wearing filial piety? I'm not dead yet. Gu Yichen was disgusted, and at the same time pressed the hair dryer and rubbed her head.

"What kind of linen do you wear, what kind of filial piety? Lord Yama dares to accept you? has a gloomy face all day long, more terrifying than black and white impermanence, if I really take you in, the ghosts of the eighteen layers of hell will have to be frightened back to their souls. Night Star Yao complained angrily.

"Haven't sobered up yet? Do you want me to call your mom and ask her to come and see you? ”

"I was wrong! Am I wrong? Ye Xing Yao admitted it in a second, Yi Zi would not scold her, but she could talk more than Tang Seng, and she could still cry to herself, saying that it was her fault all these years, and she shouldn't have left her daughter in the imperial capital or something, what Ye Xing Yao was most afraid of was Yi Zi's tear offensive.

His hair was dried, and Night Star Yao paced and followed Gu Yichen to the table.

Poked up a fried bun and took a bite, Night Star Yao twisted a few times, and asked, "Last night, you sent me here?" ”

"Hmm."

"That'...... And my pajamas ......"

"The waiter changed it." Gu Yichen replied and added: "She also helped you wash the bath." ”

Yexing breathed a sigh of relief, he was too drunk last night, and he didn't remember a lot of things, so he asked, and he was afraid of embarrassment, so he didn't ask, and he was in his heart.

Ye Xingyao secretly glanced at Gu Yichen opposite, he was drinking porridge, sending a small spoonful to his mouth, he had a strict family education since he was a child, his words and deeds were so elegant and standardized, and there was no slightest emotional fluctuation caused by the cowardly and ambiguous topic she just had.

It was as if what the two had just discussed was: "Hey, it's time for your dog to take a bath." "It's okay, just throw it in the pet store and wash it." and so on.

Night Star Yao was a little better, and he was suddenly depressed again.

"I'm full, I'll go to school." Nightstar threw his chopsticks on the dining table.