Every day I wake up, the actor is collapsing

Chapter 117 I Never Joke
After tossing Zhao Qiaosheng twice, Sheng Lan let her go, mainly because the little wife didn't eat last night, and if she didn't eat this morning, she might not be able to take it anymore.

"What do you want to eat, I'll take you there later." Lazily, Sheng Lan raised his hand and patted Zhao Qiaosheng on the back.

The person on the big bed didn't respond, and Sheng Lan didn't ask any more questions. He got up and went to the bathroom.

At noon, after taking a shower, Zhao Qiaosheng yawned big and was forcibly dragged to the dressing table.

His body was so weak that Zhao Qiaosheng leaned directly on Sheng Lan and found a support point, "Can't you order takeaway?"

"You really don't want to go out to eat?"

Holding the hair dryer, Sheng Lan lowered her head, blowing Zhao Qiaosheng's hair seriously and patiently.

The slender fingers combed back and forth between her hair, simple and patient.

Zhao Qiaosheng nodded, "I don't want to move, I'm tired and hungry."

"Okay, then order takeaway." Sheng Lan was easy to talk, and directly took his mobile phone to Zhao Qiaosheng, "Order."

After pressing the power button, a box for entering the password was displayed on it. Zhao Qiaosheng stared at the input box and looked again and again.

Sheng Lan glanced at her eyebrows, and the corner of his mouth twitched in a shallow arc, "I don't know my birthday?"

Zhao Qiaosheng: "I know, but I just want to make sure, if the password is not my birthday, wouldn't it appear that I am too self-righteous?"

"If it's not yours, could it be mine?"

It can't be that brat Sheng Chengyan.

Not knowing whether to laugh or not, Sheng Lan snorted slightly, and he frowned slightly thinking about something, "Okay, then I will change all the passwords to your birthday, so that there will be no mistakes."

"Are you serious?" Looking up, Zhao Qiaosheng couldn't believe it.

"I never joke," Sheng Lan said.

"."

Are you joking less?

Zhao Qiaosheng didn't even bother to reply to him, so he simply leaned on the natural humanoid cushion and looked through the takeaways on a certain platform on his mobile phone.

Zhao Qiaosheng's hair was originally soft and soft. Sheng Lan pressed the hair dryer with one hand and gently blown it, and those soft strands of hair shuttled back and forth between his palm and fingers.

Beautiful as a painting.

The glass is transparent and polished, and the warm light from outside is projected in in bundles, printing the figures of two people on the floor, one high and one low, exceptionally harmonious, quiet and beautiful.

As the wind blows over the treetops, a piece of yellow-green leaf falls from time to time, drifting to nowhere.

"I want to drink milk tea. This fried chicken is also good."

"Well, their barbecue rice is okay according to the reviews, but the portion is a bit big."

"Would you like some barbecue?"

Blinking his eyes, Zhao Qiaosheng looked up.

The man lowered his brows and eyes, and he was doing something seriously, and Junyi's chin was slightly retracted.

Hearing the sound, Sheng Lan only rolled his eyelids, looked at each other, and said, "Yes, but you can't drink."

Zhao Qiaosheng: "."

"Forget it, you pretend I didn't say it." Zhao Qiaosheng continued to lower his head and scan the list in a dazed manner.

Sheng Lan's eyebrows twitched, and he continued to blow Zhao Qiaosheng's hair.

In fact, he had almost done it long ago, but he just wanted to touch and play more, and let Zhao Qiaosheng rely on himself for a while. After all, there are not many opportunities to occupy the little wife in such an open and aboveboard manner.

Sheng Lan didn't know when to switch to the low temperature gear, and even the wind speed slowed down. Zhao Qiaosheng was immersed in the world of gourmet food and couldn't get out, so naturally he didn't notice it.

"I want to eat grilled fish," Zhao Qiaosheng said to himself for a while, and finally chose grilled fish.

Sheng Lan is hardly picky eaters, he just nodded, "I can do anything."

　good evening~
　　
　
(End of this chapter)