The sudden impact made Gu Zhihuan clench his legs.

Han Yue's expression changed, and in the depths of his dim eyes, two clusters of firelight suddenly burst up.

His hand slid from Gu Zhihuan's waist to her abdomen, and pressed hard, pressing Gu Zhihuan closer to him......

This night, he was forced to get it to four o'clock by Han Yue.

When Gu Zhihuan lay back on the bed, the whole person was about to fall apart.

Han Yue ate and drank to his heart's content, licked his lips with satisfaction, hugged Gu Zhihuan from behind, and slept contentedly.

Gu Zhihuan opened his eyes from the darkness.

In the afternoon, the conversation between Han Yue and Jiao Pei poured into her mind.

"If it weren't for Lao Tzu's wit to steal your number, Ruan Chenggang would be your dog son now!"

Back then, was the person who stole his number really Han Yue?

Gu Zhihuan narrowed his eyes.

When he was in high school, Han Yue was a complete bastard, Gu Zhihuan was a well-known good student, and the biggest intersection between the two was in the head teacher's office.

However, one is to accept praise and the other is to accept humiliation.

Gu Zhihuan clearly remembered that at that time, Han Yue often sneered at himself, and he couldn't wait to peel off the skin of a good student like her.

How could he think of stealing his own number, just to divorce Jiao Pei?!

Perhaps sensing that Gu Zhihuan was not sleeping well, Han Yue muttered, grabbed Gu Zhihuan's hand from behind, held it in his palm, and kissed Gu Zhihuan's ear in a daze.

Gu Zhihuan's ears were very sensitive, and when he was kissed by Han Yue, a large blush appeared behind his ears.

She looked down at Han Yue's big hand silently and slowly closed her eyes.

Following.

Mr. Han, who was overworked, was the first to wake up, as soon as he opened his eyes and wanted to sit up, he felt as if his head was about to crack, like a scene after a hangover.

Holding his abrupt temples with one hand, Han Yue glanced at Gu Zhihuan who was sleeping in his arms, and his gaze fell on the suspicious kiss marks behind her ear.

Han Yue's expression instantly froze.

With trembling hands, he carefully uncovered the quilt on Gu Zhihuan's body, and saw his masterpiece in the past two nights......

"Do you still want it?"

"Say what you want."

"I knew that all you had a crush on my young flesh was my young body!"

"Let's get a divorce...... I'm going to play professionally. ”

……

Han Yue looked at Gu Zhihuan tremblingly like a chick, his face was as if he had seen a ghost, a burst of green, a burst of white.

What did he do when he stepped into the sewers!

It's a day.

He actually wants to divorce Gu Zhihuan?

Still going to play professionally?

And said that if she won the battle, let her move on her own?

also exposed that he had stolen his account?!

Han Yue sat on the bed in disbelief, and the whole person was stupid.

It's over, he won't be killed by his wife.

Is it reclamation or feeding the dogs?

Han Yue panicked.

Just when he was at a loss, Gu Zhihuan felt that something was missing in his back, frowned, and opened his somewhat heavy eyelids.

After tossing for two days in a row, Gu Zhihuan felt that his body was already a little unbearable.

After being with Han Yue, this kid changed his arrogant and domineering appearance before, and in front of her, he was always polite, including being a gentleman in bed to the point of being incredible.

Gu Zhihuan complained silently: The number of times I did it in the past two days is almost catching up with the total number of the previous two years.

Gu Zhihuan, who had just woken up, was a little lazy, she dragged the quilt, sat up tiredly, leaned on the head of the bed, and rubbed her eyes: "Why did you get up so early, there was no game today." ”

“……”

Han Yue's expression stiffened.

He tugged at the corners of his mouth, tried to recall his expression two days ago, and drew a smile from a second-year teenager: "Getting up early to train is the quality of a professional player." ”

Gu Zhihuan's movement of rubbing his eyes stopped.

She looked at Han Yue suspiciously.

"It's time to eat early—it's time to train." Han Yue immediately stood up, trying his best to stretch himself into a cold but frivolous character, "One day, I will blow up Jiao Pei's kid's dog head." ”

After speaking, Han Yue walked to the computer violently, and he didn't even notice that he was walking with his hands and feet.

Gu Zhihuan took a pillow and leaned behind his head: "I want to drink purple potato porridge." ”

Han Yue was about to habitually say yes, and remembered that his current personality was no longer the "obedient" Mr. Han, he was a rising star in the professional arena.

Immediately clenched the mouse, and said without looking back: "Do it yourself." ”

Mom, I'm so afraid that my wife will be angry.

How to act next to be more proficient.

Han Yue's palms were full of sweat.

Gu Zhihuan narrowed his eyes: "Han Sans." ”

“……”

"Don't pretend."

“……”

"and cook porridge." Gu Zhihuan is too lazy to talk nonsense with him, the two have known each other since childhood, and they have been together for seven years, Gu Zhihuan is very familiar with this person and his facial expressions.

When Han Yue said the first sentence, Gu Zhihuan had already sensed that something was wrong.

Han Yue faced the screen, sweating profusely.

What to do......

Is it too late to play dead now?

Seeing that Han Yue was about to bury himself in the keyboard, Gu Zhihuan put on his coat and said slowly, "Give you one last chance." Three-"

"Wife, I was wrong! Don't blame me! It's all to blame on the sewer fixer! After repairing, I didn't even cover the manhole cover! I'm definitely not going to divorce you! There is absolutely no stealing your number......" Han Yue kicked his feet, threw himself directly on the bed, and hugged Gu Zhihuan.

Gu Zhihuan raised his eyelids in some surprise.

Under normal circumstances, Han Yue would always be steady and silent in front of her, and it seemed that all the aura of teenagers had faded overnight and he had become extraordinarily mature.

It's also extraordinarily unfamiliar.

Han Yue met Gu Zhihuan's gaze, obviously realizing that he was a little too lively, and he let go of Gu Zhihuan a little embarrassed.

After looking at each other silently for a moment, Han Yue stood up: "You rest first, I'll cook porridge." ”

A tall figure, like a pug abandoned by its owner.

Perhaps because she had been playing the role of taking care of Han Yue for the past two days, Gu Zhihuan's heart suddenly softened, and she raised her hand to hook Han Yue.

Han Yue paused.

"Lie down with me for a while." Gu Zhihuan said.

Han Yue didn't move.

The arm that was hooked by Gu Zhihuan was tightly tensed, revealing powerful muscle lines.

After half a minute, Han Yue forcibly suppressed the surging emotions in his heart and lay back on the bed.

After lying flat for a while, he glanced at Gu Zhihuan again: "Do you want me to hold you?" ”

In the past, when Gu Zhihuan heard this kind of words, he might have refused directly, but somehow, Gu Zhihuan always felt that this sentence came out of Han Yue's mouth, which was actually more like - can I hold you?

Nodding, before Gu Zhihuan could speak, Han Yue's body had already covered from behind.