That Girl Made me Sleepless

Crispy rice sleeps a lot these days.

She calculated the physiological period that had not yet come, and now it was only ten days later. After half a month, she would have a look.

If the physiological period still does not come, she should go to the hospital for examination.

Bored looking at the love drama of dog blood, MI Su finally found a suspense drama.

She watched it with relish.

Rong Shiyao, as if he had been in Jinyuan before, vacated a special office space in the hall. He was browsing information one after another, all of which were people who had contact with master Lian.

He sorted out all the people's information in documents and looked at their experiences and recent itineraries.

Master Lian has lived for so many years and taught so many students. The number of students he really wants to find out is so large that Rong Shiyao has been busy for several nights.

What he is doing now is to continue to distinguish the social nature of these people.

It's not a simple thing.

He would like to record the number of contacts between these people and master Lian, and doubt the possibility of everyone's contact with master Lian.

Seeing that he worked so hard, MI Su went to the kitchen to make a cup of coffee and sent it to Rong Shiyao.

When he is working, he hates being disturbed.

But rice cakes are different.

In the rules he set, missu has always been a special existence.

She smelled the aroma of coffee and thought the effect was pretty good. After all, it was made under the personal guidance of the desserts.

Rice crisp puts coffee on the table.

Rong Shiyao turned his head and saw that it was rice crisp approaching. All the coldness faded in an instant.

He gazed at the steaming coffee, smelling the mellow smell, and was slightly surprised in his deep pupils, "did you cook it?"

People who know him well know that he is very demanding in all aspects and details of his life.

Including coffee.

On the surface, Rong Shiyao never gets angry because of what he eats.

In fact, he didn't get angry or ask for anything in front of the rice cake. That's because these people are old people who serve Rong Shiyao and know his tastes and preferences.

Like some can't violate the forbidden area, will be clever to avoid.

Mi Su nodded with complacency. When she made the coffee, she tasted it and found that it was better than the ordinary coffee shop.

"Mm-hmm, it's my master who taught me. I think you are so tired. I specially learned it to refresh you."

Rong Shiyao glanced at the people in the hall.

Everyone received his eyes and automatically backed out of the door.

Mi Su pushed the coffee cup forward, his clear eyes flashing, "you try, it's very good. Even the master praised me for my talent in making coffee. Even if I don't do dubbing work, I can learn about desserts or drinks in my spare time and open an elegant and quiet shop myself. "

Speaking of this, her eyes are still filled with pride.

She has no plans to open a shop.

The environment of those small shops is very good, but every day's work is very tired.

She already has something she likes to do, and she doesn't need to worry about her livelihood, so she doesn't need to learn how to make drinks and desserts.

Rong Shiyao's eyes lingered on her waist. Then he reached out and hugged the rice crisp. He buried his head between her neck and felt her smooth and tender skin and the fragrance of peach.

“……”

Crispy rice is stiff.

After being with him for so long, she also had the experience of passive manual feet.

For example, when Rong Shiyao has nothing to do, he will play with her little hands, or make some intimate and ambiguous movements, or roll the sheets directly.

Recently, however, there has been no such situation as the last one.

I don't know if Rong Shiyao has a conscience and wants to live a pure hearted life. He doesn't bother her so much.

In this regard, rice crisp is happy to see its success.

Moreover, MI Su is worried about the delay of his physiological period and whether he may be pregnant, so he doesn't want to roll around with him in a soft big bed.

MISHU put his hands in the air awkwardly, like a gesture of surrender, "you What are you doing? "

It can't be that

The man buries his head deeper and breathes hot, which makes the ears of rice crisp red.

He said in a low voice, "I like you to call me Rong Jinchu. When no one is around, it's better to call me Rong Jinchu or my husband."

He has been holding on to Rong Shiyao's identity for so long. If he goes on like this, he suspects that he may still regard himself as Rong Shiyao when he recovers his identity.

The days of rongshiyao are very easy and simple.

To be honest, he likes to be Rong Shiyao.

It's just that things will end one day, and the real Rong Shiyao will return sooner or later.He had to ask MISHU to remind him of his true identity by Rong Jinchu's name.

And what he hasn't been able to solve, and what he's trying to accomplish.

There is no doubt that he is a very self disciplined person and always knows what he wants.

But when using Rong Shiyao's identity, many things are very convenient to do, even Ruan Dongsheng's pass is simple.

In addition, this identity, can also be convenient to do a lot of things, do not have to worry about the same as the original Rong Jinchu.

Rong Shiyao's identity brought him too much stability and warmth.

Including himself, they are worried that if he keeps this identity all the time, he will be mentally retarded.

As Rong Jinchu, this phenomenon is absolutely not allowed.

Because if you are mentally retarded and don't think well, it means that you are likely to be in danger.

Rice crisp is held by him, heard the exhaustion in his speech, cherry lips wriggle, call out his original name, "Rong Jinchu."

In fact, it's good to call her husband.

It's not that I haven't called.

But when he said the title with such a serious face, rice crisp was ashamed and unwilling to speak.

It's the same as doing something, you do it yourself, or unconsciously, without any psychological pressure.

But when others ask you to do it, there will be psychological pressure.

That's what rice cakes are like.

Rong Shiyao slowly raised his head from her neck. His big hand still held her waist and glanced at the steaming coffee.

"In fact, coffee is just a common way to refresh me, and if you cook it yourself, it's a waste of time."

Rice crisp a lot of time, do not think it is a waste, "I am bored almost moldy, do something good."

Rong Shiyao smiles with a little evil.

His thin red lips are sexy and attractive, and his eyes are deep. "I want to tell you that there is another way to improve me, which is more effective than drinking coffee."

Rice crisp eyes a bright, "what method?"

Fall on the waist of the big palm force, will her forward a pull.

Close to the distance, his long legs apart, the rice crisp in the middle, bold posture and shame.

"A little physical intimacy, for example."

“……”