What is it like to have a sand sculpture blood wife?

Chapter 193
Since Xia Yuan made his own choice, the show finally came to an end.

Guo Xiaohua's life trajectory in the show has not changed, but he has no regrets.

A group of people outside the program agreed to go out for a late night snack after recording the program, and it was already past 12 o'clock in the evening when they returned to the hotel.

Entering the room, Ying Sitong pushed the door around with his feet, and looked at Xia Yuan with a thief-like smile.

Xia Yuan's heart tightened, and an ominous premonition surged up.

"Don't make trouble, it's so late."

Ying Sitong pouted coquettishly, "I didn't say anything. How do you know what I'm going to do?"

"Don't I know you yet?"

Xia Yuan took off his clothes and went into the bathroom, his voice came from inside saying, "You must be hungry again."

"Humph."

I didn't expect to be seen through so easily. The small eyes and face were flushed, and I couldn't hold back. I was running around on the plane today, and then went straight to the recording site after getting off the plane. Rubbing supper is also an excusable thing.

Ying Sitong wrinkled her nose and muttered, "I haven't seen you for a long time, so I can't even get bored with you?"

"Ying Sitong, I've already seen through you. Are you crooked? You're greedy for my body."

"Humph!"

There was an indignant snort from the little eyes behind him.

Xia Yuan, who was still brushing his teeth, looked at the slightly angry face from the mirror, and found it funny and cute.

Then there was a sudden warmth on his back, and Ying Sitong hugged him from behind.

"Don't, flowers (brush your teeth)"

Xia Yuan said vaguely.

"Hmph, you're not cute anymore."

Ying Sitong dropped him with a puffy face, and silently walked to the shower head next to her.

Xia Yuan's eyes trembled.

"What are you doing?"

"Taking a bath and going to bed," Xiaoyan started to hang the clothes on the rack with a look of disdain, then turned his face slightly, and turned his gaze, "It's just what you said yourself, don't want to get tired of it, don't come to me later body."

"Ahem..." Xia Yuan almost spit out a mouthful of water, "Is this how you hold grudges?"

Ying Sitong chuckled, a little happy that a trick has been achieved.

At this time, Xia Yuan looked her up and down leisurely again, which made her blush a little.

Ying Sitong quickly picked up a towel from the side to block his gaze.

Xia Yuan silently added, "But can you think of other ways, what's so good about a tablet?"

Ying Sitong was so angry that a towel was thrown directly on his face, "Xia Yuan! Do you think your life is too long?"

……

Speaking of which, sometimes women are really narrow-minded creatures. It was just a joke, and Xia Yuan didn't say that she wouldn't suck Ying Si's pupils at night, but she took that sentence "I don't want to get tired of it" seriously.

After turning off the light, Xia Yuan wanted to warm her body, but just as he was about to hug her, Ying Sitong shrugged her shoulders and avoided, and added, "Who said you don't want to be tired?"

Xia Yuan felt annoyed and funny, silently looked at Ying Sitong's back, her long jet black hair was hanging beside her, and it still exuded a nice smell of shampoo.

After all, Xia Yuan is a young man who has experienced many battles, and this is not the first time he has dealt with this situation. Speaking of it, Ying Sitong is quite the type to coax, as long as you are willing to put in some effort.

So he stretched out his hand again, but no sooner did he touch Ying Sitong's finger than she slapped her backhand.

"His..."

Xia Yuan let out a cold hiss, you must know that blood clan shooting people is terrible.

After carefully thinking about the strength and pain level just now, he felt that there was still room for maneuver.

"Okay, I can compensate you, right? This time I will compensate you with a 20cc one."

After finishing speaking, Xia Yuan tried to hook her with his feet, since the upper body attack failed, or change the routine.

It's a pity that after ticking it twice, I didn't feel where her feet were.

"Hmph, cheapskate, it's only 20cc, are you fooling me?"

This time Ying Sitong's small shoulders moved, although the tone was still not kind, but being able to communicate was a good start.

Xia Yuan didn't even bother her, "Just say whether you want it or not?"

"Hmph! Bite shit on you."

Ying Sitong immediately turned over, wrinkled his little nose, and put his hand to his mouth with a quick snort.

Xia Yuan smiled smugly, and a tingling feeling passed down his wrist.

At the same time, a short leg rested on his body.

Heh, this little short leg, isn't it a little too self-conscious?
……

After eating supper, Ying Sitong clung to Xia Yuan's back contentedly from behind, leaned against him contentedly, and returned to the appearance of a little bird clinging to others.

I have to say that the temper of the blood race comes and goes quickly.

Xia Yuan was already very tired from recording the program during the day, and he contributed a lot of tomato juice just now, and now he is mentally and mentally exhausted, and immediately fell into a sleepy state, with his eyelids battling.

However, Ying Sitong's energy is quite strong, so he pestered Xia Yuan to say something.

"Did you know that chess and card games have recently become popular in the live broadcast room of game anchors?"

"Aren't board games also games?"

Xia Yuan closed his eyes, and replied lazily, a little hallucination began to appear in his brain, and half the door of the dream opened for him, calling him non-stop.

"That's why I followed the trend and broadcast the bloody battle to the end yesterday."

"What? Mahjong?" Xia Yuan opened his eyes slightly, "When did you learn this game?"

Mahjong is indeed the quintessence of China. Although I can’t remember when it was invented, it has a long history, and Chinese people must know it at home.

Before Xia Yuan didn't know that Ying Sitong would do this. Usually, this guy looks stupid and cute, but he can still know such a high-end entertainment product that tests IQ?
But think about it from another angle, might it be easier to attract fans if you have a lower IQ as an anchor?
"Look, this is how you don't care about your wife. You don't even know when your wife learned how to play mahjong."

"..." Xia Yuan has nothing to say, the devil knows when you learned it.

Besides, isn't it normal for people unearthed in Shuchuan to know how to play mahjong?
Ying Sitong chuckled, "Actually, I learned it from my aunt when you were not at home."

Xia Yuan rolled his eyes silently in his heart, and cursed the eight generations of Zhang Shiting's family, Zhang Shiting, Zhang Shiting, what do you think is wrong with you teaching people to gamble?

Is it easy for me to earn some money?
Don't lead the blood race down a road of no return.

"Don't worry, I'm just playing online, and my fans really like to watch my live broadcast."

"Okay, don't spend money recklessly." Xia Yuan instructed, "Our family is not rich."

"Understood, is your wife the kind of prodigal bitch?"

Xia Yuan opened his mouth, for a while he really didn't know how to answer her.

After a few minutes, when he was gradually waking up, Ying Sitong fell asleep instead.

There was a slight snoring sound behind him, Ying Sitong's hair was scattered aside, a sweet smile hung on the corner of his mouth, and he would slap the bar from time to time while sleeping.

Xia Yuan frowned depressingly, reached out and patted Ying Sitong's face.

"Oh no, this kind of person, what does it mean to get people excited and then fall asleep?"

"Hey, don't make trouble, I'm playing cards."

Ying Sitong turned her body back upright, closed her eyes and opened Xia Yuan's hand.

Xia Yuan looked at her quietly, and murmured in his heart.

This person can still talk in his sleep when he is asleep?

When did you develop this problem?
Just when he was wondering, he heard Ying Sitong close his eyes and yell again, "Don't move! Eighty thousand! Don't be fooled, it's all right!"

Xia Yuan almost didn't laugh out loud.

This is probably called thinking by day and dreaming by night. It seems that Ying Sitong has indeed broadcast a lot of chess and card games in the past two days, and even dreamed of it.

Xia Yuan put his hands under his face, looked at her silently, then thought about it, and answered a sentence in a strange way——

"You read it wrong, I didn't call [-], but [-]."

"Oh."

In the night, Ying Sitong's faint regretful voice sounded, "I'm sorry, I read it wrong, then I can't fool around, continue."

Xia Yuan covered his mouth with his hand, and suppressed his smile, holding back extremely hard.

I knew that someone could talk in sleep, but I didn't expect to be able to pick up the talk in sleep. The blood race is really unusual.

But at this moment, before Xia Yuan finished laughing, Ying Sitong suddenly reached out and hugged him tightly.

Xia Yuan's expression changed.

The next moment, as Ying Sitong clasped his hands tightly on his back, he let out a muffled groan.

"Pfft, to break..."

Ying Sitong still closed his eyes, let go of his hands and smiled charmingly, "Tell me, when you play games today, when you finally choose your wife, do you still want to choose someone else?"

What the hell!

Xia Yuan turned pale with fright, his whole soul was frightened.

Are you dreaming or pretending to be asleep? !

……

(End of this chapter)