"Yan Rusheng, what are you here to make a fuss about? I'm going to sing with Lifelike. Zhou Shuang tried to separate lifelike from lifelike.

Yan Rusheng grabbed her wrist and said with a slight smile: "You sing, let's listen." ”

"I sing it, I sing it." Zhou Shuang pursed his lips, "Twinkle and twinkle, the sky is full of little stars......"

"Our Jiaojiao loves to listen to Little Red Riding Hood the most." Zhou Shuang smiled, she immediately cut the song again, and changed it to Little Red Riding Hood, "I'm walking alone in ......"

After most women get married and have children, the whole world is only their husbands and children.

Obviously, Zhou Shuang is also one of them.

Snuggled in Yan Rusheng's arms, listening to Zhou Shuang's cheerful singing, he didn't want to laugh, but wanted to cry a little.

"Don't make a fuss, let's go home."

Suddenly, a tall figure came to Zhou Shuang and took her hand, his movements and tone were very gentle.

Although it is not as natural as it was just now.

"Who's making trouble, who's going to go home with you, I'm going home to see my Yanyan, have I drunk Yanyan's milk?" Zhou Shuang shook off the man's hand and staggered off the stage.

"yes, let's go home." Young Master Lu hurriedly stretched out his hand and grabbed Zhou Shuang again, he frowned and was very depressed.

It's obviously the same situation, why is there such a big difference in treatment?

Thinking about it, he glanced at Yan Rusheng beside him in annoyance.

Young Master Yan straightened his chest and hooked his lips proudly.

Then he lowered his head, and kissed him on the lifelike forehead as if no one else had it, and his tone made Young Master Lu even sicker, "Good baby, let's go home and toss." ”

Saying that, he directly bent down and hugged Lifelike, it was the princess who hugged him.

walked down the stage, and when he was leaving, he turned his head and glanced at Lu Yinan with disdain.

As if to say: Brother's sexual happiness, you can't envy it, and you can't copy it.

Lu Yinan: "......"

He was really angry, he looked down at Zhou Shuang who fell in his arms, stretched out his other hand, hesitated, and then bent down to pick her up.

The moment he picked it up, he only felt that the chrysanthemum was tight, and he almost fell down, he looked down at the drunk unconscious woman in his arms, and burst into a foul mouth in frustration, ", it looks so thin." ”

Young Master Lu, this princess hug also needs to be exercised, okay?

How many years has the young master been practicing?

……

Zhou Shuang slowly opened his eyes, his mind dizzy.

The curtains in the house are very tight, and you can only judge the sunlight outside through the gaps in the curtains, and judge that it is daytime.

She reached out to turn on the light, surprised.

This is...... Is it an apartment in Lu Yinan Hospital?

When Lu Yinan had surgery, she would not be able to go home for several days, and she brought Yan Yan to come a few times.

But how did she end up here?

Zhou Shuang leaned on the head of the bed, trying to recall what happened last night, all she could remember was that she drank with the lifelike heroism and scolded Lu Yinan happily.

She has no memory of what happened next.

"You're awake."

Zhou Shuang was thinking about it, when the door suddenly opened, and a familiar man's voice came from the door.

Zhou Shuang looked over, Lu Yinan was wearing a loose bathrobe, and his footsteps walked towards her.

Seeing Lu Yinan wrapped in a bathrobe, she remembered to look at herself.

Bowing her head, she froze.

What she was wearing was no longer her clothes from yesterday, this white shirt, who else could it be if it wasn't Lu Yinan?

She immediately looked at her lower body again.

it, I didn't wear anything.

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