Venomous tongue top stream is a small stutter [rebirth]

The hem of the clothes was damp from the palms, and the warm-colored wall lamp in the bathroom was mixed with some misty water vapor, which blurred Song Zhi's vision.

Yan Huai withdrew one hand and put it in his trouser pocket, and the other was only a few centimeters away from his shoulder. The other party said in a reckless tone, "If you don't tell me, I'll just go out like this."

Song Zhi was so anxious that she wished she could hang her head to the seam of the glazed tiles, "I, I don't like it, I like it."

"What don't you like?"

Song Zhi's chin was pinched and lifted up by the man, and the capillaries were desperately expanding around the fingers.

At this moment, he just wanted to smash the pot, gritted his teeth and pulled out the bath towel on his right hand, and covered Yan Huai's shoulder with his foot.After the bed was tightly packed, he ran away from the narrow gap between the two, and got into the blanket and never came out again.

"What's wrong with this kid?"

"That blushing is comparable to the five-star red flag."

"Grass, what did his animal husband do to him?"

Song Zhi got angry under the quilt, the air inside was not circulating, and he was stuffy and hot.

If brother Yan Huai does this again next time, don't blame him for being rude and hooligan.

The more he thought about Song Zhixin, the more flustered he became. He rubbed his deflated stomach, he must be too hungry to think wildly.

Song Zhi was wrapped in the quilt and rolled around for several times, but she still didn't know whether to take it off, until her ankle was held by a slightly cold hand.

"Are you still angry?"

The quilt on Song Zhi's head was being gently pulled.

"Is it hot?" Yan Huai was very patient.

Song Zhi ignored it and continued to bury the quilt on her body.

"I was wrong." Yan Huai leaned on the bed and reached out to help him open a gap, "Can you forgive my husband?"

Song Zhi likes to hear the other party claiming to be his husband, and she has a greater sense of belonging than herself shouting countless times in front of the camera.

He stopped struggling and buried his head in the pillow, snickering.

It is not impossible.

"A model of three good husbands."

"I also want a husband who will admit his mistakes and spoil me."

Yan Huai slowly lifted the quilt for him, and the fresh and cool air rushed towards his face.

"Get ready to eat." Before Yan Huai got out of bed, he helped him wipe off the sweat that oozed from his forehead.

"Food?" Song Zhi sat up, their living coins were all deducted, where did the rice come from?

Following the fragrant smell, Song Zhi came to the dining room, the table was full of snacks and two boxes of steaming hot pots.

Song Zhi just remembered that the two of them went to the supermarket to buy a lot of things yesterday.

Song Zhi, whose stomach was growling early, pulled back the stool excitedly, and was about to lift the lid of the high pot.

Yan Huai quickly grabbed his wrist, "Don't move, it's hot."

This kind of chemically heated substance will release a lot of heat after reacting with water, and it is easy to burn if you are not careful.

The wrist slipped out of the opponent's palm, Song Zhi put her hands behind her back like a child who made a mistake, and lowered her head not daring to make a sound.

"Hahaha, poor little stammer."

"Song Zhi: My husband criticized me."

"Song Zhi: I just want to eat, and I didn't mean to TAT."

Yan Huai slightly blew on the steam from the self-heating hot pot, carefully opened the lid, broke off the disposable chopsticks and handed them to him, "It's not hot now, let's eat."

Song Zhi pursed her lips and took the chopsticks, "Thank you, thank you."

"Polite, sweet baby."

"You don't need to say thank you to your husband."

"I completely forgot how he looked like a stalker."

Song Zhi picked up a piece of meat and ate deliciously, and there was another self-healing pot on the opposite table, but Yan Huai didn't sit down, Song Zhi turned her head following his back.

"What is Mrs. Yan doing?"

"Come and eat with your sweetheart."

Yan Huai came to the washing machine, took out the washed and dried clothes, folded them and put them back on the bed in the bedroom.

Song Zhi immediately put down the chopsticks and stood up, randomly took out a piece of paper to wipe her mouth, "I, I'll change it."

"Eat first." Yan Huai came over and sat opposite him, "Don't worry."

"Wear your husband's clothes casually~"

"By the way, suck my husband's abs."

Yan Huai was wearing a pair of dark trousers on his lower body, and the bath towel on his upper body was casually draped over his shoulders, so that the places that should be exposed were clearly exposed, without blocking them at all.

Song Zhi moved the stool to the left to cover the camera directly in front of Yan Huai.

But the camera couldn't capture it in such a position, and Song Zhi could see it clearly just by raising his eyes.He had a guilty conscience, and he didn't want to be noticed by others, so he had to eat with his head depressed.

Yan Huai looked at him from time to time, and gave him some meat and vegetables from his own bowl.

"Isn't stuttering the most hated to eat green vegetables? Why is it so fragrant now?"

"My husband's sandwiches are delicious."

"My husband made it so I dare not not eat it."

After the meal, Song Zhi hurriedly ran into the bathroom to change Yan Huai's clothes, and even checked the clothes inside and out several times to make sure that there was no oil dripping on them before returning them to him.

"Why can't there be a camera in the bathroom?"

"I want to see idiot Song change clothes."

"Hooligans, just be human, please."

After dinner, pack your things.

At around 08:30, the two of them went downstairs with the remaining snacks and assigned a room at [-]:[-] every night.

Before going out, Yan Huai gave Song Zhi the ice cream in the freezer, "There is no refrigerator tonight, let's eat now."

Song Zhi had long forgotten that there was still a box of this in the refrigerator, so she took it happily and tore open the package.

This ice cream is indeed more delicious than the ones bought at home. Song Zhi pays attention to the trademark, it seems to be a small local brand, and I don't know if the supermarket at home sells it.

Song Zhi dug out a large spoonful from it, turned around and stopped, and held the ice cream to Yan Huai's mouth.

"Isn't he the favorite to eat alone?"

"Do you know how to share it with others?"

"It's rare for a child to be sensible."

Song Zhi once participated in a gourmet show. According to the requirements of the game, only guests who passed the level could eat. Song Zhi was always the first to complete each round of the game.

After the show ended, the guests in the same group complained secretly on Weibo, saying that Song Zhi had no sense of collective cooperation, mocking him for eating so much and not afraid of breaking his stomach,

Half an hour after the Weibo post was posted, Song Zhi parachuted into the comment section, leaving only seven words.A week later, the artist was dug out by selling himself to accompany drinks to obtain black material for resources.

Song Zhi's message that day was: "The director hasn't fed you yet?"

Yan Huai swallowed the big scoop of ice cream, and rubbed his head affectionately, "You're so cute."

Song Zhi's hair seemed to be sweating from being rubbed, he dug out a spoonful and stuffed it into his mouth to cool down.

The tip of Yan Huai's tongue slid across the corner of his mouth where the chocolate remained, "Feed me another bite."

"Why is my husband still addicted to eating?"

"Save a mouthful for the child!"

"I want to experience the joy of being fed by that grandson."

"I want to experience the joy of holding that grandson under my body."

"I'm calling the police!!!"

"Others are here, but some people are still only interested in eating ice cream?"

In the hall on the first floor, Yu Chengyuan's strange voice came.

He was already sitting there 5 minutes ago.

"I can't eat grapes and say it's sour spicy chicken."

"Grandson come on, scold him!"

"Don't eat it, Bai Lian has scolded you."

"Cowardly!"

Song Zhi secretly glanced at Yan Huai, who was standing beside him calmly, and most of the fire in his stomach melted away.

To maintain his image in front of Yan Huai's brother, when the filming is over, there will be plenty of time to deal with him.

Yan Huai took the ice cream from him, and sat Song Zhi on the single sofa at the corner of the corridor on the second floor of the university.The former knelt down on one knee beside Song Zhi, scooped up a scoop of ice cream and handed it to Song Zhi, "Eat slowly, we're not in a hurry."

The program group asked the guests to gather at nine o'clock in the evening, and now it is only eight forty-five o'clock. There is only a group of guests downstairs, Yu Chengyuan and Tang Shaocheng. Even if they pass now, they still have to wait.

Yan Huai leaned into Song Zhi's ear and said softly, "He doesn't have a husband, but you do."

"Ahhh! I'm so spoiled!"

"Woooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo""

"Damn, with the protection of my husband, I don't need to do it myself!"

"I'm so sour!"

Yu Chengyuan, who was sitting on the sofa on the first floor, couldn't hear their conversation due to the distance, but the intimate behavior of the two was clearly seen.

How could Brother A Huai, who has been perfect and excellent since childhood, always aloof and proud of heaven, half-kneel beside Song Zhi and feed him ice cream, how could it be possible!

Tang Shaocheng, who noticed the clue, took two steps forward and hugged Yu Chengyuan's waist, "If you like to eat, I will buy it for you tomorrow."

Yu Chengyuan withdrew his gaze, let go of his clenched fist, and leaned on Tang Shaocheng's shoulder with a bright smile, "It's nice to have a brother."

"Why do I feel that Yu Bailian is sour?"

"See it through but don't say it through it."

"His husband is pretty good too."

"It's pretty good, but compared with Mr. Yan, it's a thousand miles away."

"Yu has trouble with his husband."

"You start talking."

"Leave, afraid of being retaliated."

When the ice cream ran out, Yan Huai got up and threw the box into the trash can, and dragged Song Zhi to the front hall on the first floor.

"You guys are smart enough to buy snacks with living coins." Like them, Ding Yinan was the guest whose living coins were confiscated.

Liao Zhen scratched his head and sighed, "We are too inexperienced to buy anything."

Song Zhi and Ding Yinan once participated in an outdoor variety show. Although the two hadn't spoken to each other at the beginning, he had a good impression of this sister, and the beach volleyball team this afternoon was also very pleasant.

Song Zhi took the snack bag from Yan Huai, and dug out the last box of Zihai Guo and two packs of biscuits.

"Go." Yan Huai understood what he meant, smiled and scratched the tip of his nose, "Be more polite."

Song Zhi nodded, and handed the things to the couple.

"For me?" Ding Yinan's face was full of surprise.

Song Zhi nodded.

"Thank you, Brother Xiao Song." Ding Yinan took the snacks and took out a power bank from his bag, "This is for you."

The luggage of all the guests tonight was confiscated by the program group, even the mobile phone chargers were not spared.

At that time, Ding Yinan happened to be on the phone while charging, so he could leave a power bank.

"No need." Song Zhi shook her head.

"Take it, I still have enough battery."

Ding Yinan usually doesn't have many opportunities to use his mobile phone, but Song Zhi often plays games on his mobile phone.

Song Zhi turned to look at Yan Huai.

"Look at the child, I asked my husband again."

"Follow it quickly, thanks to my sister's kindness."

Yan Huai came over, "Take it."

"Yeah." Song Zhi said thank you and happily took it, and quickly took out her mobile phone to charge it.

He ran out of battery when he was in the car in the morning, and when he remembered to charge it, he was searched by the program crew along with the suitcase.

Ten minutes later, the four groups of guests arrived one after another, and the program group began to arrange the room for tonight.

This process obviously has nothing to do with Song Zhi, they have no money to choose a room at all, and of course he is not interested.

Song Zhi only hoped that the process would end quickly, that he could sit on a bench with brother Yan Huai and count the stars sooner.

Song Zhi's phone had just enough power to turn on automatically. He leaned against the sofa and clicked on the game.

"Good evening, ladies and gentlemen, our room allocation tonight is slightly different from before."

"In view of the hard work of everyone during the day, our program team decided to let everyone stay for free."

"Grass, Song Poison Tongue is really lucky!"

"Is there such a good thing?"

"Song Zhi: Did you agree to count the stars with your husband?"

According to the game ranking of the secret room this afternoon, the winning guests still have the right to choose the room type first.

Zhang Lun and Xue Wen are in the first group, while Song Zhi and Yan Huai are in the bottom two.

The director announced the four room types for tonight.

【There is someone under the bed】

【Singing in the middle of the night】

【Midnight Ring】

【Mountain Village Old Corpse】

"??? Director, are you serious?"

"Why do I feel that the style of painting is not right?"

"Grass, can this sleep people?"

"Song Zhi: I just want to count the stars, let me go outside and count the stars QAQ"

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Update today~

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