Chu Ding picks up Chu Ding at the beginning of Korean entertainment

Yin Zhiyuan rubbed his face against Song Gewen's neck before he stumbled up, with his eyes half-opened, he walked in an S-curve on the ground, staggered to the bathroom and almost hit the door frame.

His head was so heavy that he just wanted to sleep for a few rounds, Yin Zhiyuan hugged his hair, just thinking about it, when he came out, he ran into Luo PD who came in quietly.

"Zhiyuan, today's portion will not be enough, it's time to get up."

Luo Yingshi's doting tone was a little cautious, and he personally put the harvest wheat on the other party.

The two of them played the game until midnight last night, Yin Zhiyuan nodded in a daze, not knowing whether he had listened to it or was still asleep.

Yin Zhiyuan returned to the bed, rubbed the soft pillow, and looked in front of Song Gewen. Why does his wife look good no matter what?

The sun shines on the quilt through the window and the gentle side face, the tip of the nose seems to be able to smell the salty taste of the waves, and the sound of steady breathing comes from the ear, all the little things are so beautiful.

After squinting for a while, he was afraid that the program team would kill him directly, so he checked his phone to see that it was already noon, stretched his waist and patted Song Gewen's back lightly.

"Wife, it's time for my wife to get up."

Song Gewen's eyes were a bit astringent, he rubbed his eyes with his hands, he could find Yin Zhiyuan's arms without looking, and moaned a few times stuffed in the other's arms,

"What? Don't you remember? Yesterday I told you to go to bed early and you didn't listen."

Listening to the soft moaning, Yin Zhiyuan couldn't help but lower his head and kiss the forehead in his arms. The two of them fought until midnight last night, and they were too sleepy to go to bed.

Song Gewen opened his eyes, his head was so heavy that he didn't have the energy to refute, he raised his head and accused Yin Zhiyuan with his eyes, who said last night that he would sleep if he played a little more.

Yin Zhiyuan smiled, pretending not to understand, bowed his head and kissed the big eyes that accused him.

"Apologize, I'll accept it."

Song Gewen took a deep breath, and wanted to raise his hand to beat, only to find that Yin Zhiyuan was imprisoned. He raised his head and looked at that look, telling the proud look that I knew.

Song Gewen took a deep breath, and opened his mouth to bite on that chin.

Yin Zhiyuan saw the little eyes shaking the plan early, and smiled secretly.He let go of his hand for a moment, leaned back a few movements and got out of bed.

Song Gewen looked at the smug little expression, and threw the pillow over.

"I'm going to cook." Yin Zhiyuan received the pillow, put it back on the bed, kissed the little sweetheart before giving up.

Song Gewen packed up and came out, watching Yin Zhiyuan busy in the kitchen, hugging him from behind, when he moved a step, she moved a step, like a koala.

"Be good and sit down, don't burn you."

Song Gewen sat down obediently, the bowls and chopsticks were all set, lying on the table boredly watching Yin Zhiyuan who was cooking.

Wearing an apron brought from home, the man pursed his mouth sideways, as if he was in a war rather than cooking.

Tilting his head and looking at Yin Zhiyuan, life after marriage is more interesting than imagined, it is a bit different from love before marriage, it seems to be more comfortable.

"Min Ho will come over this afternoon."

Yin Zhiyuan took off his apron, sniffed and sat across from him, suddenly remembered about the pictorial, took a look at his phone, and found that it was indeed Min Ho who had an appointment today.

"Well, what time did Min Ho come over?"

"Come over in the afternoon, I'll wait for Min Ho at home later, I'll go out and buy flowers."

"I just passed by that place yesterday." Song Gewen said while eating, the food in his mouth stimulated his taste buds, and his eyes narrowed happily.

"My husband's cooking is delicious!"

When Yin Zhiyuan heard it, he put down his chopsticks, put one arm on the stool behind him, and waved his hand like his wife, which seemed to be an extremely unconcernable gesture, but the expression on his face was about to bloom.

After dinner, Song Gewen packed up the dishes, changed into his upper body clothes and was about to go out.He turned around and hugged Yin Zhiyuan who was standing behind him.

"Do you want to go out now?"

Listening to the coquettish voice, Song Gewen held the other person's face and pecked lightly, "Otherwise I don't have time in the afternoon, I'll be back in a while."

"Am I waiting for Min Ho alone? Don't buy flowers." Yin Zhiyuan and Song Gewen are like conjoined twins, doing everything together, waiting alone is too lonely, and I don't want to face the camera alone.

As he spoke, he put his hand on his chin and compared flowers.

"Cute ghost." Song Gewen tapped Yin Zhiyuan's dimples, softened his voice, "It's just across the street."

"Then wife, come back quickly."

Yin Zhiyuan stared at the person disappearing from sight, turned his head and looked around the room, it was too uncomfortable for a person to face the camera, and he didn't want to say anything.

When Song Gewen came back after buying the flowers, he saw the little cutie squatting at the door, with frizzy hair, holding his head down and gesticulating on the ground with a branch he picked up casually.

Familiar shoes appeared in Yin Zhiyuan's sight, and his wife finally came back, threw the branch aside and stood up.

Because of the sudden standing, there are little stars shining in front of my eyes.

"Oh, are you okay?" Song Gewen supported Yin Zhiyuan, "Why don't you get up slowly."

"Isn't Min Ho here?"

Yin Zhiyuan was angry when he heard Min Hao, saying that this time is not coming, let him stay alone for so long.

"No, tsk tsk, this kid will be late."

"My husband forgot when I was late?"

If Song Gewen talked about Yin Zhiyuan's history of being late for variety shows, she could give many examples.

Upon hearing this, Yin Zhiyuan quickly poured himself on Little Sweetheart, pretending to have a weak voice, with a weak voice.

"Dizzy, can't hear."

Song Gewen put the flowers in the house, and sat with Yin Zhiyuan on the rocking chair in the small yard to bask in the sun, waiting for Min Ho.

Sitting on the rocking chair and blowing the sea breeze blowing in the distance, Song Gewen suddenly thought of the scene of the two sitting on the rocking chair before.

At that time they were still discussing how many children they would have.

"Do you remember that day?"

Yin Zhiyuan held Song Gewen's hand, and his thoughts suddenly drifted to that day, both of them wanted to surprise each other.

"Ah."

"If there is a baby, has my husband thought about the name?"

Yin Zhiyuan thought about it seriously, although he thought that there would be a child who would call him Abba, but he really didn't think about the name seriously, so he asked back.

"What do you want to be called?"

Song Gewen thought about it for a long time, and felt his mind went blank. He nestled on Yin Zhiyuan's shoulder and sighed.

"I didn't think so."

Yin Zhiyuan raised the corner of his mouth, "Maybe someone is thinking about it now?"

"Eh?"

Song Gewen got up from the opponent's arms at once. With so many cameras, is it really good to drive?

When Yin Zhiyuan saw that the little sweetheart was like a little rabbit, he thought of joking and stood up abruptly. The princess hugged Song Gewen and was about to go into the house.

"Yin Zhiyuan~~~"

"Brother! I'm here!"

Song Minho dragged his suitcase into the yard, saw Yin Zhiyuan's back saying hello, and looked around at the attire in the yard.

"It's not bad here!"

Yin Zhiyuan's back froze, and he put Song Gewen down. Min Hao came at a good time, with a rather gnashing tone.

"Yeah, why are you late?"

Song Minho tilted his head, took a picture of the sea in the distance with his handbill, and asked, "I sent a message to my sister-in-law, saying I'll be here later."

"Ah! Song Gewen!" Yin Zhiyuan went back to the house and found Song Gewen who was the cat.

"I just saw it too," Song Gewen said innocently shaking the phone in his hand.

"What are you doing with the suitcase?" Yin Zhiyuan saw Song Minho who brought the suitcase in, suitcase?

"I can't finish filming today, I'll leave tomorrow afternoon."

Song Minho looked around and looked at the room. It was clear at a glance that three people lived in it, and it was indeed a bit small.

"Brother, where do I sleep?"

"I can sleep on the sofa." Song Gewen is still in the new Journey to the West mode, forgetting that this is a wedding diary, and it is really aggrieved to let Min Hao's height sleep on the sofa.

"No." Yin Zhiyuan stopped it immediately, he wanted to sleep with his soft wife.

"I'll call you a car, it's not far anyway, come back tomorrow."

"Eh? Eh? Bro~"

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