Li Shao's little cute wife

Song Huaiqian walked over, stretched out his hand, slapped her lightly on the head, and said, "Look at the romance? It was written by my elder sister."

"Your eldest sister? Is she Yushu?" Han Meiya asked in surprise.

"Yeah, what's the matter? Are you her fan?" Song Huaiqian flipped through his hands and asked.

Han Meiya said: "That's not true. But my assistant has read her book. I was just surprised that Yushu is your eldest sister."

"Not many people know about her book, so I think it's just for fun."

"But I heard my assistant tell me that Yushu is a great god. There are so many fans chasing her."

"My sister is so good?" Song Huaiqian was also quite surprised.

Han Meiya turned around and walked towards the sofa, and said, "She is your sister, you don't even know?" She sat on the sofa and asked lazily.

"Well, I don't know." Song Huaiqian flashed a sad look on his face, and then said, "I asked the servant to bring some drinks."

"Don't bother, I'm not thirsty yet."

"Are you bored? Shall I take you to the garden behind?"

Han Meiya leaned on the sofa with her head tilted and said, "I don't want to move. I'm a little sleepy. Let's squint for a while, and then I'll see my parents when I get enough energy."

"Then you go to bed and sleep, it's so uncomfortable on the sofa." Song Huaiqian made a gesture to pull her up.

"No, no, this sofa is big enough, and it's very comfortable to nest in. You don't have to worry about me." She said, closing her eyes and falling asleep.

Song Huaiqian sat beside him, looking down at his phone.

The afternoon sun outside was warm, shining into the room and shining on the two of them.The tree in spring has sprouted. Sitting on the sofa, you can see the small green shoots.Everything looked so beautiful, and time seemed to stand still at this moment.

He put the phone aside and quietly looked at Han Meiya in his sleep.At this time, she was like a quiet kitten, not showing her teeth and claws like in the past, and she was very obedient.

He couldn't help moving his body towards her, pulled him into the distance, and looked at her with his chin on his hands, as if he couldn't get enough of her.

Suddenly, she let out a "wow" in her sleep, as if she was dreaming.Immediately, his body moved again, as if he wanted to stretch out, but he couldn't because there wasn't enough space.

"I've said it all, sleeping here will be uncomfortable." Song Huaiqian murmured, stood up, bent over and picked her up horizontally, and walked towards the bed.

The person he likes was held in his arms. He didn't know if it was because of his nervousness, but he suddenly tripped and fell onto the bed while holding Han Miya.

Han Meiya woke up from the fall, and when she opened her eyes, she saw Song Huaiqian's lips pressed down impartially, just right on her lips.

"Huh?" Her eyes widened, her heart skipped a beat, and she remained still in a daze.

Song Huaiqian met her eyes, felt the softness of Du's lips, and immediately got up from her.

Han Meiya sat up with a gloomy face, and asked angrily, "What are you doing?"

Song Huaiqian said very apologetically: "Yaya, I'm sorry, I didn't mean it. I saw that you were not sleeping well on the sofa, so I wanted to hug you to bed. But who knew that I staggered and fell on the bed. "

"You can do it!" Han Meiya puffed up her cheeks angrily. After listening to his explanation, he was also very kind, and she couldn't say anything if she complained.

"Don't be angry, I really didn't mean it." Song Huaiqian couldn't help laughing out loud when he remembered the scene just now.

"What are you laughing at? Don't laugh!" She had a straight face, angrily like a little puffer fish.

"Okay, I don't smile." Song Huaiqian stopped smiling after listening to her words, and just rubbed his fingers on his lips twice.

"Song Huaiqian!" Han Meiya shouted angrily, got up and threw herself on him, and pressed him on the bed, "Don't touch your lips!"

"Yaya, you are too domineering! You don't let me laugh, and you don't let me touch my lips. What do you want me to do?" Song Huaiqian asked amusedly.

Han Meiya is usually such a rational and calm person, but at this time she was still flustered by a "kiss" that was not considered a kiss.

"I want you to look like a normal person!" Han Meiya said aggressively on top of him.

Song Huaiqian curled his lips into a smile, gestured to her with his eyes, and said leisurely: "Yaya, take a good look, who is not like a normal person now?"

Han Meiya frowned, and looked down at herself—she was riding on him, holding his wrist with both hands and raising it above her head.Song Huaiqian looked like a lamb waiting to be slaughtered.And when she did these things, she didn't notice at all.

She quickly let go of his wrist, got down from him, coughed twice in embarrassment, turned her back to him, and said, "Okay, okay, get up quickly."

"Yaya..." He didn't move, but called her out in pain.

"What's wrong?" Han Meiya turned to look at him and asked.

Song Huaiqian frowned and said, "You threw me down just now, and it seems that I hurt my waist, and now it hurts a bit."

"Really?" Han Meiya turned around, making a gesture to help him up.

"Hey, hey, don't touch me, my back hurts." Song Huaiqian pretended to cry out.

Han Meiya really thought that he had hurt his back, but looking at his current appearance, he knew that he was faking it.

"It's over, my waist was ruined by your pounce and injury. You know how important the waist is to a man." Song Huaiqian lay there, turned his head to look at her and asked: "Yah , what do you say, do you have to be responsible for me?"

Han Meiya smiled, stretched out her fingers and tapped his waist twice casually, "Huaiqian, you forgot, I am a Chinese medicine doctor, what is Chinese medicine best at, massage, acupuncture, acupuncture. Don't worry, you This waist, I will rejuvenate with my wonderful hand, it will definitely be cured, and it will be the same as before."

Song Huaiqian was taken aback by her smile, and said with a dry smile, "Yaya, actually, it doesn't need to be so troublesome, just stick on the plaster and it will be fine."

"How can I do that? The waist is so important to you men, how can you be sloppy? Don't worry, my technique is very accurate." Han Meiya gave her a sinister smile again.

Song Huaiqian was about to get up, but Han Meiya said lightly, "Just get up, and I'll save trouble, go home early, and don't have to suffer here."

"Yaya, I moved just now, my waist is fine, it doesn't hurt anymore." He said with a smile on his face.

Han Meiya said: "Lie down, you!"

After finishing speaking, she stretched out her finger and pressed a little harder on a certain part of his waist, and Song Huaiqian let out a muffled groan.

After a few minutes.

"Yaya, be merciful, it hurts too much, it's okay." Song Huaiqian begged for mercy.

Han Meiya said: "Not only your waist is bad, but your cervical spine is also bad. I will give you a massage."

"I'll go to a massage parlor one day, so don't worry about it."

"No, I will let you see how powerful I am today."

One wanted to run, but the other refused.

While playing, the housekeeper knocked on the door outside and said, "Third young master, Madam told you to go down."