Dear Mr. Shi

"Shi Annuo, let me see you drunk me crazy!" Wen Zhaozhao picked up the water glass and poured it on Shi Annuo's head. The cold water flowed straight down his head, slid across his face and finally fell on Wen. Zhao Zhao.

The eyes of the two of them were full of water, and they looked a little embarrassed, but they were shocked and smirked.

Shi Annuo quickly pulled Wen Zhaozhao and sat up: "You won't go to bed at night, the quilts are all wet."

"If you get wet, just get wet. It will make you awake." Wen Zhaozhao fixed his eyes to him, then put the water glass on the bedside table, raised his hand and wiped the water on his face, and then asked Anno. Raised his eyebrows, Lun was saying that this is what you deserve, who makes you unconscious now.

Shi Anno allowed the water above his head to flow down drop by drop. His expression was a bit wronged, and he looked at the infatuation a little sadly. His eyes were innocent and stubborn, and he lost his candy. Today you don’t Give me back, I don't eat like a child.

The bed was quite big, the amount of water was limited just now, and the quilt was only wet for a small part. Shi Annuo hugged her and pressed her on a non-wet position, seeming to be **** off by the news.

Wen Zhaozhao twitched his mouth and said coldly, "Shi Annuo, how come I haven't found you so naive before? Get up!"

Shi Annuo, who hugged her, was completely unmoved, "If naiveness can prevent you from divorcing, then I am willing to be naive, and it doesn't matter if I am naive."

"Shi Annuo, what a idiot or a idiot, get up for me!" Wen Zhaozhao lost his temper and shouted, his voice loud and cruel.

But Shi Annuo still didn't move, he was pretending to be a statue, still keeping his original movements, but because of her tantrum, his facial expression relaxed, and he looked at her steadily, pressing his lips without speaking. It seemed a bit sad, and it seemed to be evil, the pupils were especially black, ink-like, so black that they were not bottomless, as if they could swallow people.

Anyway, Wen Zhaozhao felt that when he was staring at him so motionlessly, his heart hung up bit by bit, and the air was buried in the quiet and cold, and it was a little frail.

Wen Zhaozhao sighed: "An Nuo, you are drunk today, can we not talk about this problem? No matter what, we will wait until you wake up tomorrow and then we will talk about it?"

"Will you stay with me like this tonight?" Shi Annuo asked softly.

Wen Zhaozhao hummed indifferently, indicating that she would accompany him.

Shi Annuo smiled, her lips curling into a charming solitude.

His long, slender fingers, like white jade, gently stroked Wen Zhaozhao’s cheeks, and gently lingered on her cheeks: "Zhao Zhao, I’m sorry, I’m sorry for you. I’m not good at all this time, I let you You have been wronged a lot, and it makes you very sad. I am not a human being. You love me so much and so good. It stands to reason that I am so scumbag and so bad. If you want to be separated, I should not continue to pester you. I should be cool and let go. But, I really found that I love you, I just don’t know how to express it, I’m afraid that if you express it at will, you will think I’m lying, I’m lying to you, Zhao Zhao, I will be responsible for your happiness. And only I can give you your happiness, and other men can't give your happiness."

Wen Zhaozhao listened, feeling that her heart was soft and turned into water. She let out a laugh, "Shi Annuo, we are not filming the Qiong Yao drama, can you not say so numb, it sounds sour? ."