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She was lying in Han Changsheng's arms, looking at that handsome face with blurred eyes, and put her right index finger on Han Changsheng's heart to draw circles unconsciously. Han Changsheng looked down and said speechlessly: "What is your action?" It means to draw a circle and curse me"

Dili Reba slapped Han Changsheng lightly on the heart, and said coquettishly: "Don't say unlucky words! Hurry up and spit out the unlucky words!"

Han Changsheng was taken aback, "No need, this is too superstitious."

Di Lireba stared, "What is superstition? It's habit! Throw it up quickly! Otherwise, I won't talk to you!"

"Okay, okay, I'll vomit, can I vomit?"

Han Changsheng was helplessly entangled by Di Lireba, so he had to pooh childishly a few times.

Seeing this situation, Di Lieba burst into a smile.

As long as things that are not good to the master, she must stop! As for whether this action is childish or superstitious, she doesn't care! Di Lieba lay on Han Changsheng's shoulder again and rubbed it, and then pointed Han Changsheng's heart with her right index finger , looked at the light orange wall lamp and murmured: "Master, when do you think our family will be able to walk freely on the streets in China?"

Han Changsheng tilted his head in thought, and then said: "Based on the domestic environment, unless the eight of us retire collectively and find a place to escape the world and live in seclusion, it is estimated that not many people will remember us in three to five years.

When I come out at that time, I will basically only get a question of 'who are those people'."

The domestic literary and art circles are basically...fat meat targeted by the capital market.

People from all walks of life are interested in the popularity of entertainment stars themselves, and what they want is the banknotes brought by the popularity, and everything else is ignored.

If their family of eight really lived in seclusion for three to five years, they would definitely be forgotten by the capital market.

When I come out again at that time, I will really be able to live the free life that Fatty thought.

Di Lieba looked down at her belly, and said softly: "Then if I really have a baby, can we find a place like Peach Blossom Island to live in seclusion?"

The little baby Han Changsheng was stunned for a moment, and then hurriedly pressed his hand on Fatty's belly to feel it carefully.

Thirty seconds later, he withdrew his hand and said helplessly, "According to my feeling, you still don't have a baby."

"I said what if, but I didn't say that I have a baby now."

Di Lireba rolled her eyes at Han Changsheng, and didn't want to complain about his low EQ.

"That's up to you. If you want to live in seclusion, you can live in seclusion."

Han Changsheng shrugged indifferently, and said, "But you're sure you don't want to live in seclusion just to talk about it."

Reclusive or not, Han Changsheng really has no idea.

He shoots film and television dramas, writes songs, and writes books as a public copy. It's just... nothing to do.

If he has other things to do, he doesn't mind planting fields, raising flowers and making wine, and being a farmer who lives a leisurely life.

Di Lieba pointed at Han Changsheng's heart unfocused, and said uncertainly: "I just said it suddenly, if I really want to live in seclusion, I don't know if I can adapt to it, after all, the time our cat was at home before It’s just a few months, 35 in three to five years...seems a bit long.”

She had the idea of ​​living in seclusion purely because she remembered the scene of walking freely on the street just now.

As for the specific things behind, she really has no idea.

This girl! I still want to have a baby! Han Changsheng laughed dumbfounded, pinched Fatty's little nose and asked: "Then if your eldest sister and second sister have a baby first, which one do you choose?"

"Of course not living in seclusion!"

Dili Reba withdrew her right hand, lay in Han Changsheng's arms and said with a smile: "Eldest sister is a career-oriented domineering female president, she is unlikely to live in seclusion and let outsiders manage the world.

The second sister is a good wife and mother. If she has a baby, there is a high probability that the cat will be at home.

Third Sister..."

Fatty talked about the six 66 sisters one by one, and then said: "I guess I became quiet after having a baby, so our family can live in seclusion together."

Han Changsheng raised his eyebrows and looked at Fatty's confident chubby face, with a half-smile and said: "Are you sure you will become demure after having a baby? I think after you have a baby, there is a high probability that you will be in a crazy state It remains the same, at most occasionally you can continue to play the game quietly."

Dili Reba puffed her mouth, and said angrily: "Don't underestimate people! My usual liveliness is purely for enlivening the atmosphere at home. I am a quiet beauty in my heart!"

Han Changsheng endured it again and again, but he still couldn't hold it back, "Chichi...It's fine if you praise yourself as a beauty, but if you add something else, it will make you look very guilty."

"Who has a guilty conscience! They don't have a guilty conscience!"

Di Lireba spoke a few words stiffly, seeing that Han Changsheng was still laughing, she directly lowered her head and covered his mouth.

Chapter 744 The most romantic memory after growing old together

In the early morning, Di Lieba opened her big beautiful eyes, and opposite was...a pair of shining eyes that had been staring at her.

Di Lieba was stunned: 3 seconds [-], then leaned over and pecked Han Changsheng, hugged his body, and rubbed her little head in his arms.

"Good morning, sir."

Han Changsheng stroked Fatty's messy hair, and said softly, "How did you sleep last night?"

"Of course I slept soundly while holding you in my arms."

Fatty finished answering with a sweet smile, wrinkled his nose and took a few deep breaths, as if he was distinguishing something.

She smelled the familiar scent of mint on the master, and there was another familiar smell - the smell of the beef buns made by the master himself! "Master, you are making beef buns!"

"Yes! It's still steaming on the pot."

Di Lieba was taken aback, "You can still cook here"

Han Changsheng nodded Fatty's nose, "The presidential suite has its own kitchen, don't you know?"

"I know! But I haven't seen you doing anything, so I forgot."

When Dili Reba thought about eating steaming steamed beef buns, her saliva almost drool.