Chang Mian smiled when he heard this: "I thought you wanted me to feed you."
"It's okay. I'll feed you and you feed me. We can mix men and women together, so we won't be tired from the work." There was a smile on Chang Chang's lips, and she sat up with her hands on the sheets, sitting face to face with him, leaning on him.
The movements are natural and intimate.
He suddenly smiled when he saw it and twitched his chin: "Then you feed me."
He shook his bandaged hands, and the smile on his lips paused when the other person's cell phone rang. Chang Shang lowered her head and took out the cell phone from her pocket, answered a call, hung up, and then turned to Chang Mianhuo: "
It’s Li Xiang, he wants to ask me to have dinner together on New Year’s Day.”
Chang Mian snorted softly, put a small spoon into her hand, and said nothing.
As expected, Chang Shang fed him porridge from a bowl, and while feeding him, she said: "But I will be a bridesmaid on New Year's Day, so I refused because I didn't have time to eat with him. I'll give my grandma a call later. I didn't call her again after I came back."
Call her old man."
"Even though she is grandma, there is no need to get too close." She still doesn't know if she is kissing grandma. If not, it will be a waste of love. When the family relationship becomes stronger and she realizes that it was a dream, she will definitely be heartbroken.
Chang Shang didn't take his words seriously. After the two of them had eaten, they lay down directly to sleep. Both of them were sleepy and tired, and soon they both fell asleep.
I slept until about six o'clock in the evening.
When he woke up, his mood had returned to normal. He was always like that, unless he really exceeded the bottom line of what he could bear, he would always make himself look so strong.
He still didn't mention anything about yesterday, and she didn't dare to uncover his scars. Let the pain stay in yesterday forever.
After another day of rest, we went to Beijing together to prepare for the wedding of Fu Hong and Yang Yang.
This bitterly cold winter is dry and cold.
Chang Mian was wearing a white stand-up collar windbreaker, but was wrapped in a fiery red scarf. He put his hands in the pockets of the windbreaker, and the edges of the red gloves could be vaguely seen.
Standing in the busy street, he lowered his body slightly and asked the woman next to him to put his scarf back on.
"Okay, he's very handsome." Handsome and charming.
Chang Shang was wearing a fiery red windbreaker and a white swan fur scarf, holding his hand.
The two of them walked quietly on the street, sometimes stopping, and she snuggled into his arms, pointing to the beautiful clothes or eye-catching things in the closet on the street, commenting on them, while he listened quietly, and sometimes echoed a few words.
Obviously they didn't do anything serious, just strolling in the streets and alleys, but both of them felt unusually satisfied in their hearts, looking forward to such a leisurely and warm little day that would last forever.
It's just a pity that when you walk into a coffee shop, you can meet people you don't want to meet.
"Shang Shang, long time no see." Nan Bei was sitting opposite Huang Changyun. He accidentally saw Shang Shang and Chang Mian, and stretched out his hand to say hello to them.