current girlfriend

A day in November.

After the two of them finished their dinner, Liang Hanqing sat on the sofa with his computer in his hands, wearing gold half-rimmed eyes, because he had some documents that needed to be sorted out.Wen Zichun had nothing to do, so he leaned into the gap between Liang Hanqing's thighs and played games with his mobile phone. Liang Hanqing glanced at someone who didn't have long bones, and then continued to look at the computer screen with a slight smile on his lips.

The arrival of winter makes it dark much earlier, and the neon lights outside are already flashing, dazzlingly dotted with the bleak winter, people come and go, and white air is constantly blowing out of their mouths.

The crackling sound of the keyboard became the only melody in the room.

When Liang Hanqing was completely busy, Wen Zichun did not know when he fell asleep. At first there was a little gap, but now his whole head was nestled in his arms, one hand still wrapped around Liang Hanqing's waist, exhaling The hot air soaked into the skin little by little.

Liang Hanqing put down the things in his hands, stroked Wen Zichun's hairy head, and looked at her child-like profile for a long time, she was cute, I really don't know what Wen Zichun looked like when he was a child.

Fantasizing about shrinking the current Wen Zichun in his mind, a big-headed doll appeared in front of his eyes, Liang Hanqing quickly covered his mouth to prevent from laughing out loud.

The head in his arms suddenly rubbed, as if he was about to wake up, so frightened that Liang Hanqing remained motionless and covered his mouth.

not awake!

Liang Hanqing couldn't help laughing, what a pig.

At this time, Liang Hanqing wanted Wen Zichun to wake up and share his happiness with her, but let it be.

But let it take its course and bring some moisture. With the air conditioner turned on at home, the face of the warm person began to flush, and the bright incandescent lamps cast circles of halos, reflecting the shadows of various utensils.

Suddenly, a shadow of a hand appeared on the table, struggling to climb to the pen holder.

With Liang Hanqing's efforts, she finally got a marker pen.

So Wen Zichun's face turned into a pig, looking at the gap beside it, Liang Hanqing drew a few more small flowers on it.

Well, it's beautiful.Liang Hanqing sighed in his heart.

However, a certain pig still does not wake up, which is no fun.

Liang Hanqing was about to get closer and draw a big ink dot on Wen Zichun's nose, when the shadow that sank down completely covered Wen Zichun's head.

"What do you want?" Wen Zichun said suddenly with his eyes closed.

Liang Hanqing was startled, and immediately took out his composure, restrained his body that wanted to bounce back immediately, stared at Wen Zichun's face with bright eyes and said: "I see that there are hairs on your face, I'm afraid you will itch, Just help you take it off."

"Oh!" Wen Zichun still closed his eyes, adjusted his posture so that he could get closer to Liang Hanqing's belly, and hugged him tightly and said, "I said why I always feel my face itches."

As Wen Zichun spoke, he rubbed against Liang Hanqing's shirt.

Then he said happily: "It really doesn't itch anymore." After speaking, he opened his eyes and saw Liang Hanqing's face turned black.

"Baby, are you exposed to too much sun?" Wen Zichun found out the wrong way in his mind to make people darken, and said while touching Liang Hanqing's face.

Liang Hanqing was angry but didn't know how to say it, ah, her shirt is now full of water from marker pens, why did she want to draw it so stupidly back then, and what did she say about her hair. . . . . . . . .

Seeing that Liang Hanqing hadn't spoken, Wen Zichun turned his head to continue to sleep, but saw that Liang Hanqing's clothes were all black.

Turning around in surprise and wanting to talk to Liang Hanqing, she saw her face darken even more.

This is how the same thing.

The next day, Wen Zichun was immediately called to the hospital again by a phone call. Along the way, Wen Zichun felt that many people were watching her, because the car was smashed last time, and she took the bus.

After a day like this, when he came back, Liang Hanqing looked at Wen Zichun's face in surprise and asked: "You just go to work like this!"

"Yes, is there something on my face that keeps looking at me?"

"Can't you look in the mirror yourself?"

"I don't have time, there is another operation." Wen Zichun lay on Liang Hanqing's body like a limp bone, and was about to rub against Liang Hanqing, but Liang Hanqing stopped him.

"You better go look in the mirror."

"..." Wen Zichun watched Liang Hanqing walk away, making himself stagger.

Looking in the mirror in a daze, his face instantly became black and merged with the marker on his face.

"Liang Hanqing!!!!!!!"

The door was closed with a bang, and Liang Hanqing's frenzied laughter was heard.

The author has something to say: I like this kind of small and warm tune 233333. I want to live with people like this, and then abuse a little bit, so I still follow the outline.