The early morning light was sprinkled in the messy room, Meng Lang woke up in the morning light, looked around, and saw Zhou Fanxing lying on his chest and breathing evenly.

The hair covered half of Zhou Fanxing's face, and the morning light shone on her long eyelashes, scattering into small colorful spots, Meng Lang couldn't help but reach out and touch her face, from the eyebrow bone to the nose.

Zhou Fanxing, who felt a little itchy, opened his eyes and happened to meet Meng Lang's gentle gaze, and Meng Lang turned his head in embarrassment.

"I was drunk last night, I'm sorry Secretary Zhou." Meng Lang withdrew his arm and sat up.

Zhou Fanxing picked up the mobile phone under the pillow and turned on the recording to play.

"Secretary Zhou, you're here."

"Hmm. I'll be home in a while. ”

"Secretary Zhou, do you have a boyfriend?"

"Nope." Zhou Fanxing's expression was indifferent.

"And what do you think of me?"

Meng Lang's face was ugly, and he lost his dignity to Zhou Fanxing.

"Mr. Meng doesn't seem to be responsible, it seems that I agreed in vain, and I thought Meng was always sincere." Zhou Fanxing smiled and groaned. Last night, she was worried about whether this rhetoric would be useful, but when she opened her eyes this morning and saw Meng Lang's gaze, she was sure that she would win.

Meng Lang was surprised for a moment, and then the corners of his mouth rose. In the past, he grabbed the mobile phone in Zhou Fanxing's hand, and was defenseless by Zhou Fanxing, who took away the mobile phone, counterattacked, and Meng Lang hugged Zhou Fanxing.

Meng Lang's chest felt the soft flesh rise and fall with his breathing, Zhou Fanxing also noticed that something was wrong, and got back into the quilt, Meng Lang approached her and called her: "Zhou Zhou, don't you want your mobile phone?" ”

"Hey, why do you call me that?"

"Isn't it possible that I still call me girlfriend, Secretary Zhou?"

"But my dad called me that, and I always felt like you were taking advantage of me."

Meng Lang approached Zhou Fanxing, pressed her under him, and stared into her eyes: "I will also record." ”

Zhou Fanxing felt Meng Lang's increasingly hot body, and hurriedly begged for mercy: "Wrong, wrong, I was wrong." "Quickly get out of the way.

Meng Lang fell in Zhou Fanxing's ear: "It's late." ”

After a cloud and rain, Meng Lang got out of bed to take a shower satisfied, and after calling Lu Chengyuan to explain, he came back to wake up Zhou Fanxing.

Zhou Fanxing's back was exposed outside the quilt, and the hideous scars were particularly dazzling.

Meng Lang stroked the scar and asked the confused Zhou Fanxing: "This is not an ordinary trauma, how did you get it?" Meng Lang's tone was distressed.

But in Zhou Fanxing's eyes, this is a suspicion that can be exposed at any time.

"I graduated from chemistry, and this was left over from the explosion in the lab." She wasn't completely lying, she graduated from the chemistry department and joined the army in peacekeeping, but the scars weren't from the explosion in the lab.

"Does it hurt?" Meng Lang held Zhou Fanxing in his arms.

"It hurts, it hurts." Zhou Fanxing showed the scar on his shoulder from the last shooting, and he smiled delicately.

Meng Langmo held the scar on her shoulder and said, "Don't do dangerous things in the future, even for me." ”

"Okay." Zhou Fanxing is a bird in Meng Lang's arms.

Zhou Fanxing, who came out of the shower, came out to find Meng Lang, and saw that Meng Lang wanted to cook in the kitchen, and they had already missed breakfast time.

Zhou Fanxing quickly dropped a kiss on Meng Lang's face.

"Yo, our young master can also cook?" Zhou Fanxing quipped.

Meng Lang turned his head and saw a red mark on Zhou Fanxing's collarbone, poked it with his hand, and said with a smile: "Joke that I haven't suffered enough losses?" ”

Zhou Fanxing blushed.

"I'll help you." Zhou Fanxing picked up the knife and began to cut the vegetables that Meng Lang had washed.

"The knife skills are good." Meng Lang praised.

Zhou Fanxing looked at him and smiled proudly.

Meng Lang watched the soup on the fire slowly pouring out the fragrance, the dishes in the pot crackling, Zhou Fanxing turned around beside him, cutting vegetables for a while and putting his chin on his shoulder for a while and chatting about homely things. Meng Lang's heart was very stable, in the past, he only thought that these were trivial and extremely annoying. And now he feels that he loves such days, Zhou Fanxing is by his side, and he can consider shaking hands and making peace with ordinary days.