I really don't want a second marriage

Night Tingchen pinched her chin and kissed it.

The slightly pale lip color with a shallow coolness, like flying snowflakes, but it gradually became hot after falling on her lips.

Han Muzi saw him close his eyes attentively, and his action changed from holding her chin to holding her hand. He kissed her very sentimental. If it weren't for the thin sweat on his forehead, Han Muzi would really think that this moment was wonderful for yetingchen.

Unfortunately, she saw all this in her eyes, and then she was very distressed.

Kissing can make people excited, may make him forget the pain?

Thinking of this, Han Muzi blinked. She had agreed with him that she would not kiss her without her permission, but now it's a special situation. Why don't... She give some response?

Just thinking, the touch on his lips suddenly disappeared.

Han Muzi recovered and saw yetingchen looking at her faintly.

Cough... Is it because I'm thinking about other things, distracted and let him know?

Han Muzi was embarrassed. She subconsciously bit her lower lip and wanted to kiss it on her own initiative.

Yetingchen's pupil suddenly widened for a few minutes. The next second he narrowed his eyes dangerously and pressed the back of her head.

The sweetness of kissing gradually drove away the uneasiness and pain of yetingchen

The two kissed hotly in the old house.

On the other side, in a house in the sunshine community.

Xiao Su sat on the sofa in his spare time, drank the coffee made in the room, and then looked up at the ghostwriter who sat in front of his notebook with his back to him.

She had been sitting there for nearly half an hour, and Xiao Su finished her coffee and continued herself.

When I went to renew my coffee, I also found that this ghostwriter's house was not big, but she could enjoy life very much. There were coffee machines, bread machines, cake machines and so on.

And her kitchen is very big, filled with all kinds of props.

The fridge was open and full of ingredients.

Before, Xiao Su also heard that all the ghostwriters were dead houses, either instant noodles or takeout. However, seeing that the things in her fridge were fresh, she probably cooked by herself.

Xiao Su took another sip of coffee and suddenly thought of something. She looked at the back of sister pen of the dynasty.

There seems to be something wrong.

She has been sitting there for half an hour. Why didn't she say a word and didn't get up for a while, and he just asked her to modify it. Does it take so long?

Thinking of this, Xiao Su frowned, put down his coffee cup and called her.

"Hello."

No response.

Seeing this, Xiao Su picked his eyebrows. Did he work very seriously?

But why does he feel so wrong?

Finally, Xiao Su waited for a few minutes, but the other party was still motionless, which was very unusual.

Xiao Su simply got up and walked towards her, and said, "is it all right? It just takes so long to change the manuscript? Are you still not a professional ghostwriter?"

While talking, Xiao Su had walked around her, glanced at the computer casually, and then his eyes fell on her face.

The little girl sat there straight, but her eyes were closed, her mouth was slightly open, and she was sleeping soundly.

Xiao Su: "what do you think?"

Who's going to tell him what's going on?

Isn't she changing the manuscript? How do you sleep in front of the computer?

And how did she keep her back so straight while sleeping??

When I slept until it was thick, my sister also smashed her mouth.

Then he tilted his head and went back to sleep.

Xiao Su: "

Good, strong.

Xiao Su held back her anger and knocked on the table in front of her.

Knock Knock Knock——

The ghostwriter didn't seem to hear it and still slept soundly.

Xiao Su was speechless and knocked hard on the table.

Knock, knock, knock!

This time he can say that he used a lot of strength. If she doesn't wake up, it really is

He didn't guess wrong. The ghostwriter still didn't respond at all. The whole person seemed to be an immortal. He couldn't hear the outside disturbance and any sound.

Finally, when Xiao Su was really confused, he saw a thick ball of cotton in her ear.

With a sneer, he stretched out his hand and pulled down two balls of cotton, but he just planned to wake her up and do business after taking off the cotton.

But I don't want to pull the cotton, my fingers around her hair and directly pull off a handful of her hair.

"Ah!!!"

The next second, there was a cry in the room that was worse than killing a pig.

Xiao Su looked at the handful of hair in his hand and subconsciously swallowed a mouthful of saliva.

He... Didn't mean it.

"Lying in the slot, lying in the slot!" when the writer woke up, she saw the pinch of black hair in his hand and burst in a moment: "Mr. Xiao, what do you mean? I'm not lazy to sleep? Haven't I changed it for you? What do you think of me? Come to me!"

Xiao Su: "?"

"Why did you pluck my hair??? Do you know how important hair is to people like us who write? I think my hair is falling out every day, and you still pluck my hair... Woo woo..."

Hair loss is the pain of every sister.

Especially for people with high hair, Jiang Xiaobai is the one who has high hair and then loses his hair.

More importantly, after she became a writer, her hair fell more ferocious.

Jiang Xiaobai searches the Internet every day for a good way to grow her hair. However, her hair is a wayward guy. She doesn't listen to advice. She still falls thinly every day. She doesn't have much hair itself. She feels that she is about to become bald.

Now... Xiao Su also plucked a pinch of her hair.

Jiang Xiaobai trembled his fingers, gently stroked the painful part of his scalp, and obviously touched a small piece of flesh

There, there is no hair.

Jiang Xiaobai burst into tears.

She grabbed Xiao Su's collar and said angrily, "you say, what do you have against my hair? Why do you do this to it?"

Xiao Su used to be the reasonable party, but now he pulled off a pinch of the girl's hair, which was something he didn't think of, so he turned reasonable and was questioned by Jiang Xiaobai by his collar. Xiao Su couldn't tell why.

"I tell you, if you don't give me a satisfactory answer today, I haven't finished with you, and you don't want me to modify the manuscript. Don't think of this door today!"

Xiao Su: "

Some looked at her helplessly.

Is this still the little girl before? How did it turn into a mother yecha in the twinkling of an eye? Because of a pinch of hair?

But... Xiao Su looked at her hair and said with difficulty, "sorry, I didn't mean to. I just wanted to help you get cotton. I didn't expect..."

"You are waiting for an opportunity to retaliate. How can you get your hair by taking cotton?"