Sweet pet: Shenjun fell in love at first sight again

After Jessie finished speaking, she went back minding her own business.

The door clicked.

Close it simply.

Yan He suppressed the raised corners of his mouth and shook his hand: "Go back."

As he said that, he wanted to let go.

However, the opponent's strength was obviously very light, but his grip was tight, with no intention of letting go.

"Are you going to let me go?"

"It's late, I'll see you tomorrow."

"Tomorrow... Yan Yan will drive me away tomorrow."

"..."

Two exceptionally good-looking people standing in the corridor will inevitably make people take a few glances at them.

It's just that compared to petite women, tall men seem to be more difficult to part with.

Although I can't understand the words.

But you can probably tell from the tone that you have been wronged.

Yan He pursed his lips.

They turned and nodded towards the person who smiled kindly at them.

Then I returned my attention to him: "I'll go find you as soon as the show is over."

"first timing?"

"Ah."

"That......"

"Stop that."

Before the next words could begin, he was interrupted directly by Yan He: "We will meet again tomorrow."

So there is no need to be like this. It is hard to bear the attitude of returning to China tonight.

Zhou Zhiheng was startled and looked at her serious expression.

The depressed mood on his face could no longer be maintained in an instant.

The corners of his mouth slowly raised, and then the smile gradually widened, and his shoulders even shook slightly.

The hands holding each other never let go.

There was no status before, so of course it cannot be compared with the current situation.

"What are you laughing at?"

"Smiling Yan Yan is too confused to understand the style."

With that said, the man came over and kissed her on the forehead.

Yan He didn't have time to react.

He put two hands around her shoulders, pushed her to turn around, and then pushed her to the door of the room.

Then his head was rubbed.

"Good night Yan Yan."

Yan He subconsciously turned around and saw him standing there smiling at him.

I couldn't help but arch my eyebrows and said, "Good night."

No one moved.

She reminded again: "I have to catch an early flight tomorrow."

The person still didn't move or speak.

The two stared at each other for a while.

Yan He, who was puzzled by the style, suddenly understood his thoughts.

She took two steps forward, stood on tiptoes and touched the corner of his mouth.

Smiling lightly: "Brother Zhiheng."

"Ok?"

To hurt him: "Has anyone ever said that you are actually quite boring?"

After saying that, he pulled away the hand that was hugging him again, opened the door, and got in: "I'll see my boyfriend tomorrow."

"..."

A "sultry man" who was hit by too many surprises at night stared blankly at the closed door for a long time.

He lowered his head and laughed.

"You can't afford any loss."

But he felt that the incomprehensible style and the sultriness were a good match.

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The hotels they book are usually suites, and sometimes they can take care of each other.

When Yan He was in a bad mood before, Jessie would never let her live alone.

It's become a habit now.

Back in the house, she took the tablet directly out of the bedroom.

Although the TV series was still playing and the actors in it were full of passion, her mind had already drifted away and she was always paying attention to the direction of the door.

The sound was loud and full of emotion, but I had no idea what was in it.

Until there was a sound of opening the door.

She just sat upright.

It doesn't feel right.

He leaned on the sofa again, hiding one foot under his leg, trying to look casual.

It's just a pair of eyes that subconsciously follow the other person's movements, and the way he hesitates to speak doesn't look casual at all.

Yan He guessed that she had something to say, so she wanted to come back first.

Although the company does not stipulate that she cannot fall in love, she still needs to say hello.

Pour yourself a glass of water in the kitchen.

Out of the corner of his eye, he saw her opening her mouth to call him several times, but holding back.

Yan He found it extremely cute and couldn't stop the smile on his face.

"..."

Jessie was helpless: "Yan He, you have become bad."

Although she said so, she still felt that Yan He was better now.

He can laugh and tease her, and he is completely different from when he was emotionally unstable before.

"But it's good. This kind of personality suits you."

Suddenly there was silence.

Yan He's hand movements stagnated and he put down the water glass.

Although there was a smile on his face, his eyes were extremely serious: "Jessie, I have really worked hard for you all these years, thank you."

"Why are you doing this? Why are you doing this all of a sudden?"

"..."

Yan He was hurt by the instant look of disgust on her face.

Silently retracting the sensationalism just now: "It was obviously you first."

"I can, but you can't."

"Oh."

Double standards.

Yan He stopped arguing with her, took out his phone, opened the photo album, and handed it to her directly.

"Help me see how the photo went?"

Jessie took it suspiciously, there were many photos, but she locked on one of them almost at first sight.

"..."

It was pretty fucking romantic, kissing under a giant tree with lanterns.

The mood that I had just finally calmed down came back again.

She spread her hands.

"Give me a blood pressure monitor."

"Did not bring."

"Then you'd better flirt with me for a while, and don't show me such exciting photos."

"Doesn't it look good?"

"..."

Jessie paused and glanced down unconsciously: "Ahem, it looks good."

Yan He was so teased that she almost died of laughter.

He reached out and patted her leg gently: "Okay, help me look at the other things. Don't look at our group photo."

“It’s hard not to watch.”

Even though she said that, Jessie still picked up the phone again.

I knew she wanted to post on Weibo, so I read it carefully from beginning to end.

Finally getting serious.

Finally, he chose one and handed it over: "Just this one."

"Which one?"

Yan He took a closer look and fell silent.

When she went out tonight, all the photos and videos were taken by Zhou Zhiheng for her.

The only selfie I took on a whim was chosen.

Still the angle of death shot from the chin.

"Jessie."

"What's wrong?"

"Do you really think this one is good?"

"correct."

As if she was afraid that she wouldn't believe it, Jessie even zoomed in: "This lantern tree is the background. Your selfie looks funny and cute. What's wrong with it?"

"Everything else is kind of like..."

"like what?"

"That... heroine of youthful pain."

"..."