Mr.Bo, Love me please be gentle!

After taking a bath and washing her hair, when she came out of the bathroom, she suddenly remembered the dynamics of the circle of friends she had just sent, as if she had forgotten to set the grouping.

At the next moment, song lifeI ran quickly to the bed, regardless of the towel wrapped in her hair.

Ah, ah, ah!

How could this happen! How can you forget to set the group visible?

Song Li threw himself on the bed, firmly grasped his mobile phone in his palm, and several unread wechat messages.

When you open it, it's all messages from little songs.

"Xiao Li, this beautiful man... Is it my big brother?"

"You and my eldest brother, Xiao Li, should I change my name now? Call me sister-in-law?"

"Last time he took you away from the bar, I should have thought of it."

"Sister-in-law, you have to cover me in the future. I guess my brother will listen to you."

……

Looking at the message in the dialog box, Song Li specially made up her mind about the thief appearance of the little song. At the thought of the word "sister-in-law" jumping out of her mouth, she felt goose bumps all over her body.

Then she quickly replied, "Oscar owes you a best screenwriter award!"

After finishing the little song, Song Li opened a circle of friends. There were a series of comments and hundreds of likes behind that dynamic. Looking at those magical comments, she was petrified.

"Where's the beautiful man? Let me flirt."

"Xiao Li, you took off that ice face? Congratulations! When will you have the wedding wine?"

"Song Li, you didn't call me for beating scum?"

"Society, my sister Li, is beautiful and has a wild way!"

"Xiao Li, can I call you sister-in-law now?"

……

Among the many compliments, Song Li saw the familiar avatar at a glance. Her small heart immediately jumped up, her cheeks were hot and her ears were red.

He kissed and hugged. Does he owe her a statement now?

Song Li frowned and always felt that he should go to him. There was a saying that it was better to start first.

Go?

No?

After hesitating, she picked up her mobile phone and sent a wechat to Bo Hanchi: "brother Bo, did you sleep?"

"No."

"What's up?"

Soon, two messages pop up in the dialog box.

Song Li lay on the bed, his knees bent, and his white and tender legs shook from time to time. Her eyebrows and eyes were curved, full of excited joy, and her smile almost overflowed from her eyes.

"Well, there's something."

"Say."

Just one word? It's too short.

Song Li curled his mouth and turned his eyes angrily. He was in no mood to talk to him. He threw his mobile phone aside and lay on the bed like a corpse, staring at the ceiling.

One minute, two minutes, the mobile phone suddenly vibrated.

Almost forming a conditioned reflex, she turned over, grabbed her cell phone, stared at the dialog box and giggled.

"Don't want to say it again?"

"Brother Bo, are you in a hurry?"

After a pause, Song Li edited another one and sent it out, "I don't want to say it. I was organizing language just now."

"Yes."

Another word. Song Li sniffed angrily.

"Good night."

After sending these two words, she did not hesitate to turn off her cell phone and sleep under the quilt.

In another room, Bo Hanchi was half lying in bed, holding a notebook in his hand. He put his mobile phone aside and glanced at it from time to time. Good night? Doesn't she have something to say?