The main entrance to the villa, with a bang, was opened at this time.

Fang Ziqing rushed out of the villa, but it was not Yuwen Yuanxu's arms, but Ye Sanmo's arms.

Ye Sangmo's face was gentle, I didn't expect me to be so popular with children. Sure, it's because I'm good-looking, well, it must be so! A child's eyes are bright!

"Sister Sanmo!" Ye Sangmocheng was narcissistic, Fang Ziqing suddenly looked at her with a hippie smile and said, "Sister Sangmo, is she going to sleep at my house tonight?" That's great! I'm so happy to die! ”

"I'm so happy to see you again, you're such a lovely kid." Ye Sangmo said softly, thinking, I must be gentle with my child who welcomes me so much.

"Where's Seventeen?" However, Fang Ziqing suddenly changed his words, "Sister Sangmo, what about Seventeen?" ”

Ye Sanmo's gentle face gradually disappeared. I thought to myself, this is really a sad story, it turns out that this kid is not looking forward to me, but seventeen. Ye Sangmo patted his pocket and said helplessly: "Seventeen, come out, Ziqing is looking for you." ”

I thought Seventeen was asleep, but who knows, as soon as the words fell, Seventeen flew out with a whoosh. In the next second, Seventeen and Ziqing disappeared in front of Ye Sangmo and Yuwen Yuanxu at a rocket-like speed.

Ye Sangmo spread his hands: "That, it makes you laugh." Continuing with the topic, where do I sleep? ”

"Let's go inside." Yuwen Yuanxu did not answer her question directly, but smiled faintly and walked through the courtyard into the living room.

Ye Sangmo followed behind, yawning, thinking that he could sleep anywhere, just ask me to get a bed quickly, I want to marry it and sleep until the earth is barren!

The light in the living room was very bright, hitting Yuwen Yuanxu's face, and when he suddenly turned around, Ye Sangmo was trembling again. Why is there such a good-looking man in the world, just like what is written in the poem, 'Zongzhi's chic and beautiful young man, looking at the blue sky with white eyes, as bright as a jade tree in front of the wind. 'Good poetry, good poetry, so handsome, so handsome!

In the living room, she was behind him, sitting on the couch.

He sat straight and personable. She sat cross-legged, hugging the pillow, stupidly not pulling a few.

He drank a cup of tea slowly, unhurriedly, and did not look at her.

She yawned and was a little anxious: "Hey, Yuwen Yuanxu, where do I sleep, I'm sleepy." ”

Still sipping a cup of tea, he slowly picked it up and took a sip.

Seeing that he didn't speak, she slapped the table to get his attention, and asked again: "If you don't talk again, I'll sleep on your sofa." ”

"It doesn't hurt."

"Thanks to the fact that I studied the Chinese language, I have a little understanding of the way ancient people spoke. Otherwise, my brain cells will have to be tortured by you to die. I said, Lord Wang, I ask you to speak Mandarin more, which is good for physical and mental health, hello, I am good, everyone is good. ”

"Then you can sleep on the couch."

"Huh? What about the bed? I don't, I refuse to sleep on the couch, you said you're going to give me a bed. ”

"I've changed my mind."

"How can you talk without words?"

"Fickle."

"It is said that women are fickle, why are you men more fickle than women!"

"That's you, unheard."

"Yuwen Yuanxu, if you say that about me again, I'm angry."

"This is my house, and if you dare to get angry here, you owe me double the interest on your debt."

"You threaten me!"

"Double it again."