Yan Cheng also has a job today, and he finished at five o'clock, and he went to the supermarket to buy groceries, carrying him to Zhong Jiuyin's house.

Sister Xu laughed at him: "I think you just live there." I go to her every afternoon, and I leave my house in the morning, and you go back in the middle of the night? ”

Yan Cheng didn't move: "Morning." ”

Sister Xu: "It's even worse, in the winter, you have to get up early and slip away to change places, just like being a thief." It's not like you're in love, it's like... You get the idea, right? ”

Yan Cheng said that he didn't want to understand, so he lowered his eyes and kept silent.

Sister Xu glanced at him, he was looking at the reflection on the car window, as if pondering some tricky question.

What he would think, Sister Xu could basically guess. Men in love, when they see passing dogs in pairs, they can think of themselves.

When she arrived at Zhong Jiuyin's community, Sister Xu saw him getting off the car with vegetables, and asked one more question: "Do you need me to help you bring some luggage later?" Clothes and daily necessities for your stay. ”

Yan Cheng paused, closed the car door as usual, and then said lightly: "Don't use it for the time being." ”

Sister Xu: "Oh, for the time being~no~"

Yan Cheng didn't look at her exaggerated expression, and went upstairs by himself.

Zhong Jiuyin had already arrived home, took off his makeup and was drinking medicine to prevent colds, heard the sound of the key turning the door lock, looked at the door, and cleared his throat.

When the door opened, she ruthlessly said, "Stop, don't come in." ”

Yan Cheng, who had already stepped in with one foot, stopped at the door, looked at her suspiciously, and asked, "Why?" ”

"Because you spoke ill of me."

Yan Cheng was even more puzzled: "When?" ”

Zhong Jiuyin put down the cup and slapped his hand on the sofa as a startling wood.

"Okay, you actually asked when, did you say it too many times so you can't remember?"

Yan Cheng looked at her, went first to close the door, and put the dishes on the entrance cabinet.

Zhong Jiuyin stopped him again: "Hey, did you let you in?" ”

"I'll come in and explain it to you."

He said seriously, changed his slippers and walked over, first glanced at the cold spirit she was drinking, and then asked, "Who did you go out to see?" Told you bad things about me? ”

Zhong Jiuyin glanced at him: "It's not to tell bad things, it's to tell the truth." Do you go around telling people that I love to draw cakes and brag? ”

Yan Cheng: "Of course I don't. ”

She didn't believe it: "Then how did Liang Zhi know?" ”

Yan Cheng continued: "I don't have it, but everyone can see it." ”

Zhong Jiuyin: "......"

"Hand over the keys and you can go back."

Threatened by her, he still laughed, put the key on the coffee table, and bent down to kiss her first.

Then asked, "What did Liang Zhi say?" ”

"What else can I say, just say that you go around saying that I love to paint cakes and brag, fortunately few people heard it, otherwise I would be so embarrassed that I could be as red as his face."

Yan Cheng was suspicious: "Liang Zhi will talk like this?" Is there something that makes him panic and can't talk but his brain? ”

Zhong Jiuyin raised his eyebrows: "You know him well." ”

Liang knew that person, when he was in a hurry, his brain circuit was abnormal, and he could say anything. You don't need to drink or spit out the truth, you just need to be in a hurry, and you can say a lot of truth.

"But how did you end up together? What did you talk about? Yan Cheng asked again.

"He was hiding from someone at the time," Zhong Jiuyin leaned over and squeezed his eyebrows at him, "He and that Miss Wan seem to have broken up, probably something happened that made him mind very much." ”

"Broken? Did you see it or did he say it? ”

You can see that he said it too. He looked confused, so I used my experience to enlighten him, and he said that he benefited a lot. ”

It is indeed interesting to be a bystander and pour chicken soup to others, no wonder so many old men and old ladies love to be life coaches.

Yan Cheng: "...... Are you sure he didn't benefit very shallowly? ”

She wrung the flesh off his arm through her sweater.

Yan Cheng was in pain and "hissed" slightly, but he just grabbed her hand and shook it, and asked, "Why is it so cold?" ”

Then he put the back of his hand on her collarbone, the place was also cold, and her body was probably not warm.

Zhong Jiuyin looked at him like a decent gentleman who was just helping to take his temperature with his hands, so he didn't make a sound, and let him stuff her hand under the hem of his clothes.

She touched it twice, remembered what Qian Yu said, and said to Yan Cheng: "You are really getting better and better." ”

Yan Chengdang didn't know what this meant, so he grabbed her waist and hugged her on his lap and sat on it, and the two of them hugged each other closely, sharing each other's body temperature.

He had just come back from outside, but his body was very warm, Zhong Jiuyin's hand was pulled out of his sweater and pressed against his neck, his fingers rubbing up and down against the position of the blood vessels.

"You're not going to cook? Who messaged me halfway through that they had dinner together? I didn't even eat out and came back. ”

"Wait a minute."

Kiss first.

This way of hugging is so suitable for kissing that he can kiss it with a slight bow, and it will become a lingering after a little taste.

Zhong Jiuyin's arms slid upward, wrapped his arms around his neck, and tilted his head to exchange breath.

The surround lights in the living room looked a little weak in the dimmer and dimmer light, but no one cared, the figures of the two were blurred, and only the sound of conversation could be heard from time to time.

"It's New Year's Eve in a few days, and we didn't arrange it that day, do you plan how to spend it?"

"How else can you live, how do you want to live?"

"Going camping? The sunrise can be seen from the flat-topped mountains in the suburbs, and we can see the sunrise from the last second of the old year to the first second of the new year. ”

"But camping in the winter, won't you really be frozen half to death?"

"But you're excited. Take it easy. ”

“… If you think about anything else, I'll think about it together. ”

"Can you add one more thing and consider it as well?"

"What?"

"I'm moving in, is it okay?"

“…… You are really good at foreshadowing, why don't you start with Pangu opening the world. ”

The sound of muttering fell, and after a while, the main light in the living room was turned on, Yan Cheng went to turn on the air conditioner, and then carried the dishes into the kitchen.

Zhong Jiuyin looked at him on the sofa and yawned.

"I want to sleep for half an hour."

Yan Cheng: "Sleep, I'll call you when the soup is ready." ”

…

The artist is not there, the assistant spends money to enjoy it, and Qian Yu, the agent, guards the studio alone, and is still a little idle.

When his work suddenly became easier, he felt a fear that he would not be able to make money, and while scolding himself that poor people would not be happy, he was looking for something to do for himself.

After pulling Zhong Jiuyin's existing endorsements, thinking about which gift boxes to give to the media during the Spring Festival, he surfed the Internet to see the topic of the square.

A marketing account broke the news on the Internet that Yan Cheng went to Zhong Jiuyin's house to buy vegetables, saying "add another hammer to the relationship" and "there is a possibility of cohabitation", Qian Yu glanced at it and scratched away.

Can these paparazzi shoot something fresh, and do they need to add another hammer to their relationship? It has been hammered that all parties have acquiesced to whether it is good or not.

It's still interesting to watch Guo Mingli and Feng Qing quarrel.

clicked into Guo Mingli's Weibo, and found that the content he posted today was more like a marketing account breaking the news, scolding and asking why people like Feng Qing still have dramas.

Feng Qing has a drama to pick up?

(End of chapter)