The next day, when Feng Yiting opened his eyes, it was just light.
Feeling the tenderness in his arms, his heart fell to the ground again. He gently held her in his arms, and could not help but kiss her gently in her hair:
If only she could always be so obedient beside her, how good would it be? A woman, too assertive, is really not a good thing!
She just had time to clean up her tail? Now, is she just waiting to grab his little tail and run away?
The thick pulp of fingers gently scraped on her powdery cheek. Feng Yiting suddenly missed the figure who shuttled for him in the kitchen. Is the so-called silence in poetry good?
However, he has no time to grasp, but she has been like the tide that faded?
Turning over, Feng Yiting took out a box of cigarettes from the bedside table, smoked one and lit it.
In his sleep, he faintly smelled some choking breath, wriggled restlessly and "coughed" twice. Ji Qianyu instinctively looked at the natural source of warmth and leaned back. Half of his body was greedily lying on his side, and one arm was even across his waist. Like a shrimp, he curled up and arched hard:
"well, don't..."
"I'm so tired, let me go, let me go ~"
he tilted his head and adjusted his most comfortable position. Ji Qianyu hummed and fell asleep again.
He snuffed out the butt of the cigarette. Feng Yiting raised his hand and waved it in front of her, dispersing the slightly thick smoke. It was like stroking her favorite pet. He raised his hand and stroked her hair gently:
"what should I do with you?"
Looking at gentle gentle, small temperament is so just ah, hot!
It's just a few old photos. How can it be like this? He deleted the photo, he changed the password, but she also changed?
With a caress, Feng Yiting's eyes fell back to his body again. Then he picked up one of his mobile phones, turned on the night light at the head of the bed, adjusted his angle, snapped a few photos, chose the safest one and saved it in the photo album.
Then, he slowly moved down, put her in his arms, and involuntarily called out: "yu'er -"
in his sleep, I don't know whether he really heard it or was talking nonsense. Ji Qianyu really echoed: "eh ~"
"don't leave me, let alone betray me!"
Whispering, Feng Yiting closed his eyes: "don't let me down, I will love you all my life!"
She's his wife, he's going to join hands for life!
This time, in response to him, it was a deep silence.
In a trance, Feng Yiting fell asleep again. Ji Qianyu, vaguely, actually heard it, but he thought he was dreaming.
When Feng Yiting opened his eyes again, the breath in his arms was calm and even. He slowly put her down and covered her with a quilt. Then he crept to wash.
After looking at the time, he gave up the plan to have breakfast with her, and picked up his mobile phone.
As soon as he was about to go out, he turned around and saw a pair of dazzling dolls on the sofa. He turned around and grabbed his ears, so he carried them out.
After being tossed in the middle of the night, Ji Qianyu's physical strength obviously can't keep up with him. He sleeps so sleepy that when he opens his eyes, he feels as if he has been beaten violently.
Oh, my God! It's nine o'clock!
Running to the bathroom at full speed, Ji Qianyu can't help crying: Fortunately, her work can be lazy occasionally! So can toss, ordinary people who serve?
After finishing sorting out quickly, Ji Qianyu grabs her bag and is ready to go out. Her eyes turn inadvertently and she has already crossed the sofa. She comes back and rubs her pillow and grabs her hair: "Hey, where's my cute rabbit? Isn't it on the sofa? "
Turning around, she hesitated again, turned to one side, opened all the curtains, turned over the tatami, ran back to the sofa, and looked at the floor and the cracks one by one:
"strange! What about my booty? "
Is it in the cloakroom? Did she go in yesterday?
Bumping and bumping, she ran to the cloakroom for a turn, several times back and forth. When Ji Qianyu stood still in the big room, her forehead was already sweating:
Where is her cute rabbit? Why not?
After knocking on her head, Ji Qianyu doubts whether she is suffering from amnesia. Her eyes fall again, and a mass of plastic wrapping paper in the garbage can suddenly enters the field of vision. Her steps pause again:
packing bag? Must have brought it back! That's right! Who moved her rabbit?
After another round, she clenched her teeth: who else can there be in this room besides her?
As he walked out with his bag, Ji Qianyu took out his mobile phone:
"Feng Yiting, you asshole! You squeeze me at night, and you take my doll without authorization? Give it back to me as soon as you can! "At that end, when the meeting was open, a female voice suddenly rang out, and the huge conference room was quiet. The manager nearest to Feng Yiting heard the voice on the phone, but he couldn't help it for a moment. He even laughed, accompanied by a faint or heavy "smirk" or uncomfortable "cough"!
After the angry roar, Ji Qianyu also felt a little strange. He looked at his mobile phone and shivered, and his momentum suddenly withered:
"you What are you doing? " Why does she seem to hear a lot of people's voices?
"Honey, I'm in a meeting!"
Ji Qianyu's head roared and he pressed the hang up button as soon as he raised his hand. At the door, he paced his feet, and his face turned red into a persimmon:
meeting? attend a meeting! faint! What does he take in the meeting? What did she just say!
As soon as she looked up, she saw two things like rabbit ears standing in a garbage can near the car.
After walking slowly, Ji Qianyu sees that in the big trash can, the two cute rabbits are all alive with their bodies ripped open. The garbage can outside is full of garbage. At this time, the corners are stained with dirty things, and some places also show the cotton wool inside.
Staring, Ji Qianyu almost lost his temper and went crazy:
this black sheep, who provoked him? Take it out on her doll! I hate it!
Curse all the way, Ji Qianyu rushed to the company. As soon as I enter the door, I see a bunch of delicate pink tulips on my desk, and a cartoon rabbit on it. The rabbit holds a card in his arms:
[good morning, yu'er! A good day!
the signature is a letter!
"Feng Yiting! Good mood, big head