Venomous tongue top stream is a small stutter [rebirth]

Song Zhi wrapped herself in the quilt and curled up on the bed, the embarrassment and numbness spread from her toes to her hair, but the video on the phone was still playing.

"Have you been drinking?" Yan Huai was silent for a few seconds before replying to him.

"Can't you drink it?" Song Zhi's words were full of reckless grievances.

"Yes, but not too much. It's not good for your health." Song Zhi could clearly hear the sound of the other party's gentle breathing along the speaker. After two back and forth, Yan Huai continued: "I can't be by your side, I have to learn to take care of you." Own."

"Well, everything is up to you." Song Zhi agreed simply and neatly.

"So nice."

Song Zhi's back was cold, his whole body was shaking, his teeth were clenched on his knuckles, tortured to the point of death.

Is Yan Huai crazy?Knowing that he was drunk and talking nonsense, why didn't you hang up his phone and talk to him?And say something intriguing.

The sound in the video continues.

"Call me suddenly, what's the matter?"

"Can't I call you if I have nothing to do?" Song Zhi looked pitiful.

Yan Huai chuckled twice in a deep voice, and said softly, "Yes."

In Song Zhi's eyes, that laughter was a naked mockery.

"So, what's going on?"

"Well... that is, the TV station invited me to participate in a variety show of marriage and love. Husband, can you accompany me?" Song Zhi said pitifully, "You can't refuse me."

"Okay, I'll rush back early."

"I'll wait for you to come back, I love my husband the most!"

Song Zhi could even hear the sound of blowing kisses from herself through the air.He shivered, and the quilt was wrapped even tighter, and the rabbits that brother Yan Huai sent seemed to be laughing at him at the bedside.

"Is your agent here? Give her the phone."

The sound recording has ended here, but Song Zhi at this moment only wants to end his life as soon as possible.

"bang bang bang-"

An untimely knock on the door almost sent Song Zhi away.

"Mr. Xiao Song, Mr. Yan told you to go downstairs for dinner." It was Aunt Lan's voice.

For a whole day, Song Zhi was tortured to the point of being scorched on the outside and tender on the inside. He got half of his head out of the quilt, "Here we come, get off immediately."

Song Zhi got up from the bed and deliberately changed into a freshly ironed dress, but when he came to the mirror, he only wanted to write a suicide note.

He covered his face and didn't look at it, just standing in front of brother Yan Huai like this?Song Zhi grabbed two handfuls of green hairs that were messed up like chicken coops, why couldn't she think about dyeing them in such an ugly color?are you crazy?

Brother Yan Huai never dyed his hair, and he certainly doesn't like people who dye their hair.

Song Zhi pushed open the crack of the door and looked down along the black hollow threaded fence, just in time to catch a glimpse of Yan Huai who was sitting at the dining table, flipping through the newspaper.

He took a deep breath. Anyway, he was ashamed, so there was nothing to be afraid of.Song Zhi tiptoed downstairs and happened to meet Yan Huai's eyes.

The latter's eyes stopped on his short hair with water droplets hanging on it.

"Don't like green anymore?" Yan Huai raised his eyebrows.

10 minutes ago, Song Zhi used a decolorizing cream to bring her hair back to its original color.He uses a one-time reagent to dye his hair, and it is relatively convenient to decolorize.

Song Zhi shook her head, she didn't like it at first.

"Let's eat."

Song Zhi nodded, pulled out the stool, and sat in the opposite corner farthest from Yan Huai.

"How do you pick up vegetables so far away?"

It is a rectangular dining table for eight people. For convenience, Aunt Lan will put the dishes on one side.

"Oh." Song Zhi stood up obediently, and chose a location that was convenient for picking up dishes, but relatively far from Yan Huai.

"I see you didn't eat breakfast or lunch." Yan Huai was not aggressive, but still questioning.

Song Zhi took a mouthful of rice, "Yeah."

"I asked Aunt Lan to take away the snacks, and I'm not allowed to eat them recently."

"Oh." Song Zhi admitted the retribution of dirtying the carpet.

"Unhappy?"

Song Zhi glanced at Yan Huai's stopped chopsticks, and the other party was looking in his direction.

With a guilty conscience, he shook his head hastily, and the rice in his mouth became bitter.

"Snacks can only be eaten after the three meals are normal." Yan Huai's eyes drifted to his slender wrist, "You have to eat more regular meals to gain weight."

Song Zhi nodded, trying her best to hold the rice in the bowl.

The two were far away, and Yan Huai saw that he only ate rice without touching a bite.

He moved his position and sat in an area slightly closer to Song Zhi to pick up food for him.

Yan Huai kept pinching, but Song Zhi just ate without saying a word, until the other party stopped, Song Zhi stopped eating the fourth bowl.

Song Zhi couldn't find a grain of rice in the clean rice bowl. He put down the bowl and chopsticks, sat up straight with his hands behind his back, "I, I finished eating."

"Ah."

Song Zhi stood up, moved the stool lightly, not daring to make any noise, stiffened her body like a robot, turned mechanically and walked upstairs.

"Wait." Yan Huai behind him stopped him.

Song Zhichu stayed where he was, running his brain at high speed to reflect on what he did wrong again.

It wasn't until there was an extra tissue in the palm of his hand, and the tip of his nose was touched by the soft touch, that Yan Huai's voice came through the air.

"Wipe clean."

Song Zhi rubbed it hurriedly, leaving a small trace of wiping on the originally clean tissue.

He was twisted into a ball like a tissue, and ran upstairs without caring about anything else.Locking the door, he burrowed into the blanket annoyed.

How can there be such a stupid person in the world who can eat his nose when he eats!

Yan Huai's eyes stayed in the empty corridor on the third floor for a while, then slowly retracted his eyes, and stopped on the red tomato sauce on his fingertips.

He pulled out the paper, gently wiped off the marks on it, and took a piece of the same dish into his mouth.

The consequence of eating three bowls of rice in a row was that after returning to the room to rest for half an hour, Song Zhi was still unwell.He rubbed his stomach and slumped on the chair. Why didn't he even count his meals?

Ask yourself for trouble.

Song Zhi wanted to go outside to exercise and digest, but she was worried that she would run into Yan Huai when she went out now. If Brother Yan Huai found out that he had eaten too much, where would he put his face.

Fortunately, the bedroom was spacious. Song Zhi walked around the room at first, and then simply did leg raises and bounces, but she was too full, and after a long time of tossing, she still couldn't relieve it.

There was a knock on the door of the room. Aunt Lan had to finish delivering him hot milk every night before leaving. It was said that it was Yan Huai's intention. Song Zhi was panting and went to open the door.

But it was not Aunt Lan who appeared at the door.

Yan Huai was holding a solid-color towel in his hand, water droplets from the tips of his hair slid down his ears to his shoulders, and the air was filled with the mixed aroma of body wash and shampoo.

Song Zhi's eyes stopped on Yan Huai's naked upper body.

He held his breath and hurriedly covered his eyes.

See no evil!

"What are you covering up, it's not like you haven't seen it before."

"Oh." Song Zhi lowered her hands and stared blankly.

It was he who let me see it, not what I wanted to see.

"If you can't digest it, go outside for a run or the gym, not in the bedroom."

Song Zhi's downstairs is Yan Huai's room, so he must be too noisy and affect him.

He was annoyed and ashamed and blamed himself, but his eyes were still staring at the front with joy.

"Not yet, do you need me to accompany you?"

"No, no need." Song Zhi's brain was buzzing, and he ran out along the door, all the way out.

He was not in the mood for running, so he came to the gazebo behind the yard alone, lying on the slate table with fever all over his body.When I ran away just now, my fingertips seemed to touch him.

But so what, Song Zhi put his forehead on his forearm and let out a muffled breath, but what he was thinking about was the mark on Yan Huai's shoulder.

There was a very obvious bite mark there, but Song Zhi was sure that it wasn't there two years ago.

Obviously, the person who bit him had no ordinary relationship with brother Yan Huai, and might be closer.

Song Zhi's stomach was turned upside down, wild flowers and weeds must have seduced him.Brother Yan Huai is good everywhere, but he is too easy to get hooked.

If it weren't for this, he wouldn't have been easily drunk by him two years ago, and that kind of thing would have happened.The more Song Zhi thought about it, the more upset she became. Brother Yan Huai is such a smart person, why doesn't he always have a long memory?

However, it may also be left behind by someone he likes. After so many years, how could there be no one he likes.

Song Zhi's heart was gurgling and bubbling, which caused his body to consume calories continuously. Even if he didn't run, he still felt full.

The phone rang, but Song Zhi didn't look at the caller ID, "Hello."

"What are you doing lying there?"

The familiar voice made Song Zhi go limp, as if instructed by the voice, he sat up straight from the stone platform, turned around and saw Yan Huai standing under the pale streetlight holding his mobile phone.

The latter pressed the phone and came over, "Are you still uncomfortable?"

Song Zhi shook her head.

"go home with me."

"Oh." Song Zhi followed behind him.

The May breeze blows behind Yan Huai, and the dry air is mixed with his bath fragrance.It's been two years, and he's still using that shampoo. Song Zhi also bought it secretly and used it secretly.

"When is the variety show?"

When Song Zhi thought they would just go home quietly, Yan Huai spoke.

He planned to let his agent push him down tomorrow.

"It wasn't you who acted like a baby and begged me to accompany you?" Yan Huai stopped, turned to look at him, and said in a delicate tone, "Forgot?"

Song Zhi didn't know if the other party did it on purpose, but he was sure that Yan Huai really put the emphasis on the three words "act like a baby" and "beg".

Song Zhi's knuckles shrank and unfolded, shaking his head, "No, I haven't forgotten."

"Well, what day is it?"

"Next, next weekend."

Yan Huai opened the door with a fingerprint lock, "Well, go to bed early."

Song Zhi returned to the room erratically, threw herself on the bed and wrapped herself up into a ball, suppressing the inexplicable excitement, he was going to participate in the marriage variety show, and he was still with brother Yan Huai.

Song Zhi took out her phone and sent Linda a message.

"Send me the process and precautions for next week's variety show."

Linda: "Hey, the sun is coming out from the west? Uncle Song knows how to work hard?"

"I'm afraid you'll be single for the rest of your life, so I have to work hard to make money and help you take care of yourself."

Linda: "Get out!"

"By the way, is Yu Chengyuan sure to go?"

Linda: "Of course, the contract is signed, you think he is like you, and can afford to pay three times the liquidated damages?"

"His husband is going too?"

Linda: "Nonsense, marriage and love variety show!"

Linda: "You are not afraid that your husband is not as handsome as his husband, and you will be ashamed at the scene?"

Yu Chengyuan had an affair with the popular movie star Tang Shaocheng half a year ago, and they got married right away.Tang Shaocheng was ten years older than him, and he was also a very popular idol student back then.

As for Song Zhi, the public only knew that he had a husband with a strong background.As for his husband's name and appearance, it is unknown.

Everyone knows that Song Zhi has a bad temper, flirts with big names, has a poisonous tongue, and has poor acting skills, but she is still loved by her husband. Everyone guesses that her husband must be a rich, greasy, half-dead old man.

This time the column team is willing to pay a high price to invite Song Zhi, also in order to satisfy the curiosity of netizens and generate a lot of traffic for the TV station.

Song Zhi was disdainful, and pressed the phone.

"I'm afraid my husband is too handsome, they don't even have the qualifications to compare with the stage."

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It's that time of year to show off your husband again. 【bushi】