The wind whispered and sealed his lips.

The moment his lips touched, an electric current crawled down the back of Cheng Yanqiu's head, numbing half of his body.

Cheng Yanqiu's brain stopped running, and the love brain occupied the high ground.

Softness is his only feeling.

In the messy mind, Cheng Yanqiu thought: It's so soft, will it be delicious to take a bite?

It's a pity that before he could practice, the condescending wind chant left.

"It tastes good."

A ridiculous sentence, which was ambiguous and drawn by Feng Yin, she pointed a finger in the middle of Cheng Yanqiu's head.

"Fool, it's time to breathe."

"Hoo ———"

With a sharp gasp, the oxygen entering the lungs made Cheng Yanqiu's rational brain gradually return, and his eyes gradually cleared.

"I didn't get a taste of you, I want to do it again."

Feng Yin smiled and nodded at Cheng Yanqiu's forehead.

"Then you just think about it, bye-bye!"

Feng Yin turned around to leave, and one hand was grabbed by Cheng Yanqiu.

A big man has to make a look like a little daughter-in-law being ravaged.

"Please—"

It is said that men can't stand women's coquettishness, but in fact, women can't stand men's coquettishness.

In particular, this man has exquisite looks and superb acting skills.

Feng Yin knew that Cheng Yanqiu was acting, but she was still a little unbearable, this guy's face was too good-looking!

Adhering to the principle of not eating anything for nothing, Feng Yin turned around and bowed his head.

There is no imaginary kiss, and the kiss of the dragonfly is already satisfied.

"Alright, let's go home."

"Hmm."

Cheng Yanqiu nodded obediently and watched the wind groan.

A few minutes after Feng Yin left, Cheng Yanqiu was still immersed and smirked.

"Ahem——— comrade, can you tell me where my friend Cheng Yanqiu has gone? How could I not find him? ”

The blue sky finally appeared, staring at the stupid Cheng Yanqiu and couldn't help but tease: "I finally saw the reality version of the fool in love." ”

The sound of the blue sky is like the most piercing alarm clock, which makes people wake up instantly, and they can't bear to listen to it a little more.

As long as he doesn't face the wind, Cheng Yanqiu's poisonous tongue and IQ have always occupied the high ground.

He looked at the blue sky and nodded.

"You're right, love is indeed silly and a little sweet, you must not be stupid and stay single."

"That's—I—no, why doesn't that sound like you?"

Lan Tian eased up to get to the bottom of it, Cheng Yanqiu showed an unfathomable fox-like smile, lowered his head and fiddled with his mobile phone, and didn't speak.

"No, what are you doing?"

Lan Tian came over curiously, squeezed next to Cheng Yanqiu, and looked down.

"What are you doing with so many red envelopes for Feng Yin?"

"She likes it."

What an unpretentious reason.

"Then you don't have to post so many, do you?"

"Wouldn't it be more fun to charge more? I want the wind to be happy. ”

Cheng Yanqiu, who was talking, sent another one, and said while posting: "Why do you have to set a limit for red envelopes?" ”

Lan Tian rolled his eyes and said speechlessly: "You can transfer money." ”

"That's not good, the nature of the transfer is different."

Cheng Yanqiu continued to edit the red envelopes, and the remarks of each red envelope were written by him with blessings.

Leaving the wind groaning, just arrived at the door of the car repair shop, the mobile phone vibrated non-stop.

She took out her mobile phone and saw Cheng Yanqiu's red envelope bombardment.

Feng Yin raised his head, looked at the RV that had not yet left, and clicked on the first "love you" red envelope.

She ordered, Cheng Yan sent it in autumn.

This process lasted for nearly three minutes, but Ching's entry into the account played the most beautiful music.