Wealthy old cat, really fragrant online

Jiang Jiji avoided Tan Sen's sight, and pointed to the mobile phone in Tan Sen's hand, "Record one for me?"

Tan Sen swiped open the phone screen, clicked on the recording software, and finally agreed, "Record what?"

Jiang Jiji approached Tan Sen, thought for a while, and said, "Just say, wake up or something?"

Tan Sen nodded, clicked the record button, and said in a deep voice, "Wake up... madam."

Jiang Jiji leaned over to Tan Sen's shoulder and looked down at the phone. Tan Sen was speaking right above his ear. The sound of "Ma'am" seemed to blow into his ear hole like a hot air, which made him tremble all over. Immediately Cover your ears and back away.

After Tan Sen recorded the audio, he directly sent the audio file to Jiang Jiyu Xidu Jiaji's WeChat, turning a blind eye to Jiang Jiji's strangeness.

Then he clicked on his circle of friends, and when he saw the short video, he got a little clear.

There are already some likes under the short video, and there is a comment from someone, "Brother Sen, did she take you to such a dirty place to eat?" The person who commented has a profile picture of a small Maine Coon cat.

Tan Sen glanced at Jiang Jiji, who was sitting aside and covering his ears, trying to distance himself from him, put away his phone, and said, "Go home."

Jiang Jiji was stunned: "Huh? Uh..."

Go home.

Apart from his family members, this was the first time someone had said that to him. This feeling... doesn't seem bad.

Tan Sen was still driving, and Jiang Jiji sat in the back seat, all the way back to the Jiang family's old house.

As soon as he entered the door, he saw Mr. Tan who had been waiting in the living room.

Jiang Jiji immediately went in and said, "Grandpa Tan, you don't have to wait for us, you can go back to your room to rest when you are tired!"

Grandpa Tan glared at Tan Sen first, and then said to Jiang Jiji: "I'm married, Xiao Jiang, I don't think you should call me Grandpa Tan, just Grandpa!"

Jiang Jiji looked back at Tan Sen and said, "Well... Grandpa."

Mr. Tan nodded in satisfaction, and said, "Xiao Jiang, you go up first, I have something to say to Tan Sen."

Hearing this, Jiang Jiji immediately went upstairs first.

In Tan Sen's bedroom, the sheets and quilts of the two of them were still bright red. Housekeeper Yan might have been told by Aunt Tan that he wouldn't change them to another color until they moved out.

Tan Sen didn't go upstairs until Jiang Jiji took a shower and returned to the bedroom. As soon as he entered the room, he said to Jiang Jiji, "We'll move out tomorrow."

"Moving tomorrow, so urgent?" Jiang Jiji half leaned against the head of the bed, her shoulder-length black hair hanging beside her cheeks, under the dim light of the bedside lamp, she looked extraordinarily soft.

But Tan Sen knew how naughty and funny Jiang Jijini was.

He said: "Well, for grandpa's peace of mind, I will move to my apartment in the city tomorrow."

After saying that, Tan Sen looked at the big red bed in the room again, and continued, "Don't worry, you can sleep separately in my place."

After speaking, I took my pajamas and went to the bathroom.

Jiang Jiji looked down at the big red bed in front of him, his face was a little red, he had already forgotten about it...

He also thought about playing on the floor before. Since he is moving tomorrow, he has to show his attitude today, otherwise, if Tan Sen thinks that he really wants to share the same bed with Tan Sen, what a shame it would be!

So when Tan Sen opened the bedroom door after taking a shower, he saw Jiang Jiji lying on the simply laid quilt on the ground.

At this time, Jiang Jiji was lying there, with his two calves raised up and dangling with hooks, and he was concentrating on playing a mobile game.

His game sound was not loud, but he could hear gunshots.

Tan Sen withdrew his gaze from Jiang Jiji's calf, took a book and went to bed from the other side of the bed, leaned against the head of the bed and began to read.

Although Jiang Jiji was playing games, his mind was already distracted. He had been waiting for Tan Sen to ask him why he was sleeping on the floor, but Tan Sen didn't ask him.

Jiang Jiji was anxious, but still restrained himself from playing a game before putting down his phone, clearing his throat, sitting up and looking up at Tan Sen who was lying beside the bed.

He said: "Our marriage agreement is written, and no physical contact is allowed. I just came here a while ago, and I haven't adapted to the environment. It was considered an accident, so from today we will sleep separately, I will sleep on the floor, and you will sleep on the bed. "

Tan Sen couldn't take his eyes off, turned over a page of the book, and said, "Yes."

All Jiang Jiji's prepared words were silenced after Tan Sen's "hmm", but the anger in his heart was even stronger. He didn't think about why he was angry, but felt that Tan Sen was perfunctory.

He slammed himself back onto the floor, and because his floor wasn't thick enough, he hit his head on it. The loud sound was very obvious in the quiet bedroom, and Jiang Jiji grinned with his back to the bed.

Tan Sen's voice came from behind, "Does it hurt?"

Jiang Jiji: "..." It hurts, but I won't say it.

Jiang Jiji was in a deep sleep after all, and fell asleep after a while.

Tan Sen put down the book in his hand, got out of bed and looked at Jiang Jiji who was lying sprawled on the floor, the corners of his lips curled slightly.

At this time, Jiang Jiji didn't know what kind of dream he had, and his mouth kept clicking, but there was a spot on his forehead that was a little red, obviously it was knocked before.

Tan Sen bent down and blew lightly on Jiang Jiji's red forehead, then easily picked up Jiang Jiji who was 1.7 meters eight by the waist, put him on the bed, covered him with a quilt, lay beside Jiang Jiji, and turned off the light.

The room was plunged into darkness, with only the slight sound of breathing left.

After a while, looking for a source of heat, one foot slipped between Tan Sen's legs, and then a hand touched Tan Sen's chest, and slippery fingers slipped in through the gap in the pajamas until they stuck to Tan Sen's chest. Only on Tan Sen's skin did he give up.

There was a low-pitched chuckle in the dark bedroom, and then it fell silent.

When Jiang Jiji woke up the next day, Tan Sen was no longer on the bed.

He sat up from the bed, looked at the smooth floor beside the bed, and it took him a while to react.

Didn't he sleep on the floor last night?

Where is his floor covering?

Tan Sen seemed to come in when Jiang Jiji woke up. He was dressed in casual clothes and didn't go to work today.

"Get up when you wake up, put away your things, and let the driver take us to my place later."

Jiang Jiji stared at Tan Sen, then at the floor, and asked, "Where's my...floor?"

Tan Sen was standing by the door. Hearing his question, he strode over, walked all the way to the bed, and bent over.

Seeing Tan Sen bending over to approach him, Jiang Jiji kept leaning back, and finally lay back on the bed.

Tan Sen stood on top of Jiang Jiji, with emotions in his black eyes that Jiang Jiji couldn't understand.

"Do you know that last night you...whimpered and tried to climb into my bed? How many times did I push you, and how many times did you climb up?"

Jiang Jiji watched Tan Sen say such shameful words with a serious expression, and immediately couldn't help swallowing, and said, "No, it's impossible!"

"Really? You...don't know yourself yet? You don't know if you will do this?"

When Tan Sen asked back, Jiang Jiji hesitated a little. Looking at Tan Sen who was close at hand, he couldn't help but fall on Tan Sen's pale and thin lips.

He seems to have kissed Tan Sen in a dream last night, not a simple kiss, but...

Did he sleepwalk?

Is it really like Tan Sen said, climbing into bed again and again?

"Then...then that's the case, where is my floor?"

Tan Sen straightened up suddenly and moved away from Jiang Jiji. It was that cold face again, but the smile on his lips was fleeting.

He said: "Of course I'm afraid of being discovered by housekeeper Yan and telling grandpa, I'll put it away for you."

Jiang Jiji stared at Tan Sen's face, always felt that Tan Sen seemed to have smirked just now, and seemed to be wrong.

Will Tan Sen, who has always stuck to the rules and has a rigid coffin face, smirk?

Don't mess it up, okay?

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