Sweet official announcement: mysterious husband, tease non-stop

Fu Siyan leaned over.

One eye looks great.

Shen Weilan raised his hand and held Fu Siyan's earlobe, smiling gently.

"You seem to be alone."

"Like who?"

Shen Weilan thought and said, "I may have seen a person when I was a child."

"Really?"

Fu Siyan raised his eyebrows.

Shen Weilan nodded.

"Like my first love."

"Have you had your first love?"

Fu Siyan immediately frowned.

Shen Weilan nodded again, "yes! Who doesn't have first love, don't you? "

"Yes."

Fu Siyan nodded.

Shen Weilan's mouth is curled. That's enough.

"My first love is as handsome as you!"

Shen Weilan raised his hand to trace the outline of Fu Siyan, and his eyes became more gentle.

"But you are not him, and he is not you."

Shen Weilan thought.

Uh huh.

"No."

"I have no first love!"

Shen Weilan grabbed the quilt and suddenly smiled.

She's a little dizzy.

"I'm so tired. I'm sleeping."

With that, Shen Weilan turned over, with the quilt between her body, and soon fell asleep.

Fu Siyan still leaned against the bed and stared at Shen Weilan.

She has no first love.

What a coincidence.

Neither did he.

"Sleep, little fool."

Fu Siyan sighed, rubbed Shen Weilan's hair and covered her with a quilt.

The curtains closed automatically and the bedroom immediately became dark.

Fu Siyan turned on the warm yellow light at the head of the bed.

Casually turn over the magazine at hand and quietly accompany Shen Weilan.

……

Night.

It rained all day without stopping.

It was not easy to be small. There was a thunder and it was big again.

Fu Siyan yawned and rubbed his eyebrows.

On the bed, the man grabbed the quilt by the hand, even a little uneasy.

Fu Siyan sat by the bed.

She shook a little more, and sweat had fallen on her forehead.

The arm was suddenly gripped tightly.

Fu Siyan lowered his head.

She was frowning and opening her mouth to cry, "don't go..."

"Don't don't want me. I'm obedient. I'm really obedient."

"Grandpa... Grandpa, don't go, don't go --!"

A cry.

Shen Weilan woke up from his dream.

She suddenly sat up.

Bang.

The head hit Fu Siyan's forehead.

The two men looked at each other.

Minutes later, he turned around and covered his forehead and cried.

"Shit, shit!"

Shen Weilan shouted like a hot mouth.

Fu Siyan clenched his teeth, covered his forehead and groaned.

"What are you doing here?"

Shen Weilan kicked Fu Siyan.

Fu Siyan glared at her.

"You think I'd like to be here? If I hadn't watched you dream, I wouldn't be here watching you. "

"Also, you caught me, I can't go!"

Shen Weilan opens her mouth.

I'm speechless.

But he still lowered his head and covered his head, whining

they hurt.

It hurts.

"What's up?"

Fu Siyan looked over and put one hand on Shen Weilan's forehead.

Both of them hit too hard.

So that

Half an hour later, both men's foreheads were swollen.

"Ha ha ha -"

Shen Weilan sat on the sofa and looked at Fu Siyan. She couldn't help laughing.

Fu Siyan looked at Shen Weilan with a cold face.

Shen Weilan giggled, and the more she looked at it, the more fun she felt.

Fu Siyan has a bag on his forehead, and she also has one.

"Let's take a picture."

Shen Weilan came over.

Fu Siyan pushed her away.

Refuse to approach Shen Weilan.

"Don't introduce it. Take a picture. How memorable it is!"

Commemorative significance?

What's the commemorative significance of two fools bumping into each other!

Are you kidding? It's also commemorative!